Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Missing Attendant.

In 1988, the old district hospital was cluttered with some old colonial buildings and some zinc roofed stores. The canteen and mortuary were such buildings.

In the canteen, Attendant A asked: Was the big guy who sat here and chatted with you?
Attendant B replied: A cocky chap who was transferred from JB General Hospital.
A asked: Why is he cocky?
B answered: He said he worked in the mortuary for many years there and was the bravest guy there.

That night around 10 pm, the new brave Attendant was informed he had to check the mortuary as a routine. He was asked whether he needed a helping hand. He proudly rejected the idea.

When he reached the single building of mortuary at the far end of the old hospital, it was dark and quiet. With his torch light, he found a square hole near the door. He followed instruction to put in the hand to search for the door keys. The moment he found the keys, in the darkness, there was someone touched his hand. He was pretty sure it was a cold human hand. He screamed, dropped the keys and ran away.

The light was switched on. The two Attendants A and B were laughing out their guts. They held an amputated hand soaked in the formalin solution to scare off the new attendant.

The next day, in the canteen, they met the new attendant and broke into laughters again. New Attendant said: You three are very naughty. How can you scare me like that?

The two attendants stopped laughing abruptly. Three of us? Did you say three of us?

The new attendant said: Yes. Three of you. Where is the third person with only one hand?

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