Creepypasta

Mrs. Morte

I was desperate for a job. Any job. So when I stumbled across a help wanted ad at a morgue,  I couldn't pass it up. Nobody would want it anyway so no competition. After applying I got the job. The job was to dispose of bodies without family. Surprisingly there were quite a few. I shouldn't be telling anybody this,  she might come for me like she threatened. But I had to be dead didn't I? She wouldn't come after me if I was alive. So this is why you are being told this. A few days after I got the job weird things started to occur. First her name was Mrs. Morte. She seemed like an average lonely old lady. But she wasn't. I'm not sure if she was fully human. I'm not sure what she was. All I know is that I found out her secret. She threatened me.  Now I make sure my insides aren't 100℅ healthy and my skin isn't clean. I don't want her to find me and dispose of me too. I wish I would've known what happened when I applied. Death followed me everywhere. She can't eat me if I'm alive. I'm sure she won't eat me if I'm not tasty. As for you. NEVER EVER work with a Mrs. Morte.