Heavy feet submitted by Steve. I'll start off by saying I worked in a very large city in Canada and I'm not a

funeral director but I spent the past 15 years working in the body

transportation business after death care. When it comes to dead bodies after 15 years, I've seen it all.

I tell people who ask about my job, there's nothing I haven't seen.

The next day I'm usually met with something completely

new. I loved my job, and I never had a problem sleeping or bad dreams or anything like that.

It's like I had a switch to just turn it all off. I always

treated those individuals in my care with the utmost amount of respect. On

certain occasions I'd even go as far as asking the family member what type of music the individual listened to, and I'd play it as I drove.

I always believed in the supernatural, and being in this job for so long you think I would have

encountered something at some point, especially when I've been known to

transport up to 1400 bodies a year, but nothing until one, around two or three in the morning, what I was delivering

an individual off at one of our only two funeral homes that are actually built on cemetery grounds.

I was in the basement doing the basic prep work of sliding them onto a steel table,

getting them ready for embalming the next day, applying moisture rising cream to the face and hands so avoid unneeded skin damage.

I was just about to wrap things up and I heard a very distinctive heavy footsteps on the floor

above me.

It caught me off guard, but I just brushed it off as it was probably just the cleaners.

I finished up my work and loaded my stretcher back into the elevator, which is only big enough for equipment or a casket, and I took the stairs back to the main floor.

While waiting the two, three minutes for the very slow elevator to come up,

I thought I'd check in on the cleaning staff,

but all the doors and lights were still as I had left them,

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