Personal Narrative: The Morgue

The Morgue When I was ten, I moved in with my mother. It had been a while since our last interaction. We had a rough past and she ended up in a rehabilitation center in big city Birmingham, I was from a small town and did not see to much of the city. She had been there for about three years before I came back in the picture, it had been seven years since I last saw her. Once I got to The Lovelady Center, or “the center” as we called it, I began to meet everyone and it had been like they already knew me from the way mom talked about me. I made a lot of new friends, all the adults loved me and I was enjoying being their more and more. Then, one day, I met Louise. Louise and we were around the same age. He had dark brown hair that he kept shaved, slightly shorter

Once he got to the double doors that opened before the tunnel he saw it was locked. He looked around and no one else was on the parking lot until about 3 floors above. He was just too curious; he found a brick and brought it to the door.”
“He banged on the lock for a second and once he realized that wouldn’t work, he took drastic measures to see if the story where true. He started to shake and swallow the air”
SMASH!!
“He smashed one of the doors with the brick, then stood to see what he may have awoken. Sure enough he heard a noise, a slight tap on the concrete floor. Not a step, but a tap. This startled him so he rushed into the broken door and stopped in front of the metal door that was the internee to the underground morgue. He explored into the door and into the dark. As it became pitch black he began to search for his flashlight, and then came the tapping again.”
“Tap, tap.” “Tap, tap,” Celsea tapped on the counter.
“Then it got louder. He began to run, and then sprint, but according to where the body of the boy was found he never reached the door.”
“What was it?” asked