Post by Rotten Mark Keaton on Feb 14, 2024 16:45:08 GMT -6
The Collector:
Judith Garlesh wept in the hallway in the Michigan hospital. The head nurse held her hands as she consoled her after delivering the terrible news. Her eighty nine year old husband, Harold has lost his long battle with cancer.
If she had only left home sooner, she might've had time to say one last goodbye. She leaned on the nurse as she guided her into the room. Her husband Harold's face had turned gray, sunken, more wrinkles. She touched his cold cheek that had once been warm, one she had kissed last week when they celebrated their 45th anniversary. A lifetime of love and commitment.
After a long time, she turned to leave, gathered his belongings but in her state of mind, forgot his black round hat and dress coat, hanging on a hook in the corner. After some more comforting words from the hospital staff, she signed some papers and released his body to the care of the Michigan hospital.
She left in a taxi.
After twenty minutes, the nurses in the station were chatting quietly amongst themselves when the head nurse clutched a nearby nurses arm tightly.
Harold Garlesh, dressed in his black hat and dress coat, walked out of his room, a huge toothy smile on his face.
After a moment of complete shock, several nurses moved to subdue the man before he could hurt himself.
But lightning stuck outside and it started pouring, thunder boomed and all the nurses were frozen in place by a powerful force.
“A joyous occasion. Morden Crypt was just born!”
The Collector started singing an unknown song that sounded Latin and haunting. He slowly walked out in the rain and eventually out of sight.