Licensed creepy interactions

After he was licensed, he moved to Trout Funeral Home in Phuket City, OK. A year into Dave’s license, while he was a young embalmer, he worked at a funeral home down in Marfa by the border of Mexico where he learnt the business side of the industry. Since the 80s and 70s, the embalming room is two doors away from the public in order to keep people from accidentally walking into it; however, at the time, the funeral home Dave worked at was older, so there was a hallway that ran to the back of the home from the offices to break room. One evening Dave was embalming and something strange occurred, the next day he told the boss’s son.

“Something weird happened last night,” Dave said.

“Oh, what happened?” the boss’s son said.

“I heard these footsteps walking down the back hallway,” Dave said. “I was right in the middle of embalming, gloved up, blood everywhere. I heard these footsteps walk down there, and the door began to slowly open to the embalming room from the hallway. I felt like somebody was standing there staring at me.”

“Oh, that’s Mr.Kelley,” the boss’s son said. “He came down to make sure you were doing it right.”

At one time, the break room was the owner’s apartment, Mr. Keller, who is now long deceased. Dave checked the funeral home, but there was nobody there. It was locked up. Anytime someone would say, “It feels like somebody is looking at me.” Dave would sum it up to “that’s just Mr.Kelley.”

Sometimes while Dave was embalming, an old black dial rotary phone rang.

“I’d answer it, and it’d be somebody in Abilene calling their wife,” Dave said. “Isn’t that weird?”