Dark Whispers

Jamie leaned against her desk, flipping through the case file in her hands while absentmindedly biting into a cold meat bun. As a paranormal columnist, her daily work revolved around bizarre and eerie cases. But this one—this one was particularly "interesting."

"A faceless corpse? And completely smooth?" She mumbled through a mouthful of food.

On her laptop screen, an unfinished article was open, its bold headline reading:

"Terrifying! A Nameless, Faceless Female Corpse Found by Jogger—Panic Ensues!"

She stared at the crime scene photo—a lifeless body, its face unnaturally smooth, as if erased. No eyes, no nose, no mouth.

Scrolling through the preliminary police report, she noted the key details:

The deceased was an unidentified woman, approximately 35 years old. Cause of death: sudden cardiac arrest. No identification was found on her.Muddy footprints were discovered near the body.Surveillance footage showed a shadowy figure passing the scene at 2 AM, but the image was too blurry for identification.

Jamie set down the bun, dusted off the crumbs from her hands, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Interesting, interesting!" She grabbed her coat and phone, heading out the door.

"Sandra, I need to stop by your place for some case files!"

Sandra was busy at the city's forensic examination center.

Dressed in a white lab coat, gloved hands steady, she meticulously studied a wound on the body lying before her. Her sharp features, refined yet distant, bore the cold detachment of someone accustomed to death.

The sudden ring of her phone disrupted the silence of the morgue.

She glanced at the caller ID before answering, her tone flat. "What is it?"

"I need to take a look at the autopsy report on the faceless corpse," Jamie's voice was tinged with excitement.

Sandra frowned, her gaze returning to the cadaver. "You're interested in this case?"

"Of course, it's too intriguing to ignore."

Half an hour later, Jamie arrived at the forensic center, carrying coffee and late-night snacks.

Sandra accepted the coffee, flipping open the report. She pointed to a photograph.

"The facial features weren't eroded or surgically removed. Instead, it looks as if some force 'erased' them—there are no pores, no skin texture, just an unnaturally smooth surface, like wax."

"That's beyond eerie." Jamie leaned closer, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"What's even stranger…" Sandra gestured toward the autopsy table. "The heart is completely necrotic, yet the rest of the organs remain in a relatively normal state."

"That doesn't sound like an ordinary heart attack."

The two exchanged a glance, momentarily silent.

Suddenly, the morgue lights flickered. The air seemed to thicken with an inexplicable chill.

Jamie instinctively turned back to the corpse, and for the briefest moment, she could have sworn—

The smooth, featureless face twitched.

"…Did you see that?" she whispered.

Sandra didn't answer. Instead, she calmly set down the report, removed her gloves, and her expression darkened.

"The wind feels… off tonight."

The lights flickered again. A gust of unseen force rattled the morgue door ever so slightly.

Jamie took a deep breath, suppressing a creeping unease. "Did you find anything unusual during the autopsy?"

Sandra nodded and picked up a small evidence bag from a metal tray. Inside was an aged, tarnished coin.

"This was found inside her mouth," she said in a low voice. "It's an old copper coin, but the markings on the back—some kind of ancient symbols—don't match any known script."

Jamie took the coin and examined it closely. The twisted, intricate engravings stirred an inexplicable sense of dread.

"This… doesn't belong to her, does it?" she asked.

Sandra's tone was steady, yet heavy. "If she had it in her mouth before death, there would be some form of pressure mark. But the placement suggests it was forced in after she died."

She adjusted her glasses, eyes sharp. "And another thing—her fingernails had soil residue. When I analyzed the sample, I found that the soil didn't match the crime scene."

Jamie's stomach dropped slightly.

"So, she died elsewhere… and was moved here?"

Sandra gave a small nod.

A low click echoed from behind them.

Both turned sharply toward the source of the sound.

The morgue's cold storage unit… had unlatched itself.

Silence pressed in. The air thickened.

"…Maybe the door wasn't shut properly?" Jamie ventured, though her voice lacked confidence.

Sandra said nothing. She picked up a scalpel and cautiously approached the cold storage. Slowly, she reached out and placed her hand on the door.

The moment she touched it—

A chill surged through her fingers.

Inside, a corpse that had yet to be examined…

Opened its eyes.

Pitch-black. Empty. Like two endless voids swallowing the light.

Jamie froze, heart pounding against her ribs.

The corpse's mouth stretched open in a grotesque, unnatural grin.

BANG!

The storage door slammed shut on its own. The morgue lights flickered violently, plunging the room into a suffocating tension.

Jamie and Sandra had the same terrifying realization—

The "faceless corpse" might not be dead at all.

And worse…

It was watching them.