This is a story as narrated by a very loyal tweep John JWKusu.
The Crematorium is a creepy story about a young man known as Kusu who gets a part-time job working in his uncle’s funeral home (lets call him Mr. Right). All goes well until a body is brought in to be cremated and Kusu has a very unnerving and unsettling experience.
Years ago, Mr. Right owned a funeral home and Kusu got a summer job, working part-time in the crematorium. It wasn’t a lot of fun, but it certainly paid well and being a poor student, he definitely needed the money. Dealing with dead bodies was very creepy at first.
One morning, Kusu was sweeping the floor of the crematorium when a black hearse pulled up in the parking lot outside. A man in a black suit stepped out and Mr. Right went over to talk to him. After a while, he called Kusu over and told him to help him carry the coffin into the crematorium. Kusu thought this was strange because usually they brought the coffins into the funeral home next door first but he didn’t ask questions.
They set the coffin down on the ground and his uncle went over to prepare the oven for cremation. For a few minutes, Kusu was left alone with the man in the black suit. There was an awkward silence. He didn’t know what to say. He assumed that it was his relative who had just died and was lying in the coffin, but he didn’t seem all that upset. When the oven was ready, Mr. Right and Kusu picked up the coffin and brought it over to a metal bench.
As they took off the top of the casket, Kusu saw the corpse inside, it was a man who looked to be bout 30 years old. Usually, the dead bodies were very pale, but this one looked pink in the face. Mr. Right stoked the fire, then pressed a button to start the conveyor belt. The coffin was moved slowly into the oven.
When it was all the way inside, his uncle closed the door and Kusu just stood around, waiting. It usually took an hour before everything was burnt and reduced to ashes. After that, Kusu would have to collect the ashes and put them into an urn, so they could be given to the family.
Mr. Right and the man in the black suit went into the funeral home next door. Kusu assumed they were filling out all the usual paperwork as he was left alone in the crematorium.
After about 10 minutes, Kusu heard a strange noise coming from the oven. It was like a faint knocking sound. At first, he thought it was just his imagination but then it grew into a loud banging. He tried to tell himself that it was just the metal warping from the heat.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! It was the unmistakable sound of someone frantically banging on something, desperately trying to get out.
A chill went down Kusu’s spine and the brush fell from his hands. He was sure the man inside was still alive. Terrified, he ran into the funeral home shaking uncontrollably, he told Mr. Right what he had heard.
Leading them back into the crematorium, he told them to listen. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
“I don’t hear anything,” his uncle said. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! “Me neither,” said the man in the black suit.
Kusu looked at them, shocked and stunned. He even began to doubt his own sanity. His uncle and the man in the black suit shrugged their shoulders and went back to the funeral home. Kusu just stood in the middle of the crematorium, listening intently.
Kusu didn’t know how to open the oven door safely and even if he did, he was terrified by what he might find inside. After 15 or 20 minutes in the furnace, could someone still be alive?
Gradually, the banging noise became weaker and weaker until it finally faded away altogether. All Kusu could hear was the hiss and crackle of the flames. There was no more noise.
Even today, Kusu still have nightmares about that hideous banging sound he heard coming from inside the oven.