I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a dark, drab, dull evening and I was working on the latest of a long line of cases. My desk in the morgue was my home away for home, with everything as I liked it; case files on my right within arms reach and a small area to my left used for writing up any papers that needed finalising. I remember tilting my head up, looking into the morgue and seeing the light flicker, it happened before I could blink. I went back to continue with my work but then I noticed it again. I hesitantly stood up from my chair and moved out from my desk area, gingerly I walked down the stairs. "Hello?" I said, I shook my head 'Stop being so silly, of course no one is here.' I thought to myself and then without any warning the whole room went black. I couldn't see anything, not even my hands in front of me. My hearing was the only sense I could rely on at that moment so I was on high alert, I heard a clinkering and sudden smash. By now I knew that I wasn't alone, "Who's there?" I heard a small snigger which escalated into a hysterical laughter. I knew this laughter. I knew only one person that had a laugh as sinister as this. I slowly began to retreat towards the safe haven of my desk, luckily I knew the layout of the morgue like the back of my hand. As I turned myself around after walking backwards towards the stairs I came to a halt. The lights without warning turned themselves back on and standing in front of me was someone who could only be described as my worst nightmare. "What...what are you doing here?" I said and without warning I was pushed to the floor, hitting my head off a cabinet as I fell.
When I awoke my head was pounding, I couldn't move. I tried to gather my bearings as I looked around the room, I was still in the morgue but something wasn't right. I moved my hands around on the floor, I felt something, something that was all too familiar in my line of work. Blood. The main door from the station house flung open "Emily...Emily are you in here?" I tried to scream but I couldn't let out a sound, my cries muffled it. "Please...help." I tried to say. Luckily Julia knew this morgue as well as I did. "Oh god Emily." Julia said in shock whilst rushing to my side. She looked down at me. "You've hit your head Emily, you're bleeding." I composed myself and Julia helped me to sit up, it was then when I let out a squeal and grasped my side. "What's wrong?' Julia asked me. She looked down at my wrist and that's when she saw them. She began to roll up my sleeve, at the same time the first of another flurry of tears began streaming down my face. Julia pulled me close to her, allowing me to cry into her. Dr Julia Ogden had one of the most advanced minds out of anyone I had ever known, so she knew how I had came to acquire these bruises. After a short while I pulled away and for the second time tried to compose myself. "Are there more?" My only way of responding was by nodding. Julia looked into my eyes, I knew what was coming next. "Who did this to you Emily?" I felt myself slowly becoming short of breath, my heart was pounding out of my chest. "Please Julia, you mustn't speak of this to anyone." I pleaded, Julia reached out to me and pulled my hand close to hers, "Emily, I shall never speak a word of this without your consent." I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and said "Leslie, it was Leslie."