RELATOS ATERRADORES DE FORENSES / EN LAS MORGUES SE VIVE EL HORROR / L.C.E.

0:06 Hello, everyone. My name is Melani. This next experience happened to me. I am a forensic and in my work I have seen very rare and disturbing things, not in the realm of the paranormal, but yes in the realm of seeing bodies in deplorable situations, one gets used to it in the long run And even though strange things happen, as they could happen in some funeral home, as they could happen in some cemetery, like seeing shadows, hearing noises and even in the morgue where I work, many colleagues and including myself, we have heard a girl cry. But of course, these stories are just left in that I heard something, I saw something, but all night it happens without any major theme. We could say we get used to this. But this thing I want to tell you goes one step higher than all those experiences I' ve had. There came a body, it was a body of an older man would have the case some eighty to ninety years.

1:32 This man was obese, not morbid, but you could say quite advanced. As always they gave the body to me and I was on the guard along with another companion, who was in the room on the same side working. I started working with this man or rather with that corpse, and when he was handed over to me, he came in the same position as all the others, that is, totally lying down and with his eyelids down, that is, his eyes were not visible. I remember this very well Alex I started with my work and when I retired from the table to take another utensil and returned to it, I saw that the eyes of the corpse were now open, something that surprised me. But this wasn' t all.

2:30 These eyes were looking at me, it wasn' t a lost look, it wasn' t like the look of any corpse. They looked like very bright eyes, they looked like the eyes of an awakened person. Most of the eyes of a corpse in that situation, usually, are with the iris and also with the pupil from up. The vast majority of cases, I didn' t care. It was something that did surprise me a lot, but I quickly closed the prapades again because, as I told you, I was practically watching myself and this kind of bothered me. I kept working and at some point in my work I had to retire again, but this time I only had a cup of coffee when I returned to the table, again this corpse had eyes open and again I was watching this and it was stranger because I had moved. I was no longer in the same position as before.

3:52 It was as if the eyes, even if very little, had moved to give exact with me. I slowly stretched my fingers and again closed his eyelids. I' m already a little nervous, because I have to admit it. I continued my work and at some point again took off from the table. I go to another area and return again I don' t take more than three minutes and when I return, the eyelids are open again and the eyes are staring at me at this point no matter how absurd it sounds, and even if I think about it now, it sounds much more absurd to me, since I am a person of science. But if I hadn ' t, I bet I' d have had a lot worse. I did an experiment. I walked away from the body this time without closing her eyelids. I went away, but without taking my eyes off him and a total turn to the other end and again I approached the corpse I surrounded him with an approximate distance of some four meters and as I approached this time on

5:26 the other side, I observed that those eyes were now in the direction in which I was approaching. The eyes were planted on me. At that moment terror invaded me. I got out of the room and I went after my partner. I immediately took him by the arm and almost tried to camouflage the horror inside. I pulled him into my living room and told him to help me with the body, something strange. His eyes were passing him and I also asked him on the way what if the eyes could move at will without the body being alive. He obviously looked at me with those hearing eyes You ' re crazy, of course not. This time, when we arrived in the living room, the body had its eyelids down. I asked my partner to get them up. He made it clear carefree. Alex the pupil the whole eye was turned upward and dry were the eyes of a corpse like the eyes I had seen before, those eyes so alive that I had seen before and was no longer there. My partner asked him to stay with me,

6:57 at least until he ended up with that corpse and he did so, even though, after telling him everything that had happened to me a few days later, he genuinely believed that maybe I had imagined it. It' s something that so far hasn' t happened to me again. But what a horror just to think about it. That night he followed me with a look or a corpse hello. My name is Enrique Solcedo and I want to talk to you about an alex experience This experience is not mine, it belongs to my father. He' s a coroner and he' s had some experiences that he' s told to me and my sister in a way. And we find no explanation for them. But there' s an experience that happened to him and even before he had us, before he got married. He was about thirty years old when this happened to him and I want to share the time with you. It is an experience that we could say enters the realm of the paranormal the following happens. He had a friend, a friend of

8:31 a few years old, some five or six years old and together with this friend, they had a time for them. My father, at that time, went on the night shift to work in the morgue, while his friend, on the other hand, was leaving the day shift and both were in a small park a small park that was behind the back of an enor a building, because there were not many people. There were some swings there, they' re his livery, but there were rarely children and as in every park there are benches as well. My father was always the one who came first from across the street from this park that gave the morgue where he worked, and his friend was passing by this park on his way home at exactly that time. So, of nine o' clock at night, they were both there and at least half an hour they sat there, side by side talking about how their day had been and how family, work, friendships, etcetera was going. Let' s say that for many years this tradition followed and because of this, because they were the day of the life of one and the other until one night when my father arrived, first, as every

10:03 night always happened, he lit a cigarette and waited for his friend, but the minutes passed five, ten, fifteen minutes. Even my father thought that maybe it wouldn' t happen like some other nights, maybe he had a earring, maybe he had gone out or maybe he just stayed overtime. Anyway, it didn' t matter. He was on the lookout for his time to enter, when in that, as we all do at some point, he was looking forward, then for one side, then for the other, seeing the whole panorama, When in that by the corner of the eye he grasps that someone is sitting not on one side of him, but on the adjoining bench, the one that is on his back to where he was sitting, as he began a corridor, that was on his way to the heart of the park where all the games were, and this shadow, this silhouette, he becomes known his head, his coat, his whole form, he turns and, even though he sees him sitting back, he manages to recognize it was his friend who always arrived. That time was missed, as his friend always arrived on a motorcycle, stopped in front of the bench, got

11:35 off the bench and sat with him. I always asked for a cigarette, as my father carried a pack and the two sat down to talk, but this time it was very strange. His friend came to the same place as always, but he didn' t come on any motorcycle and didn' t even come to greet him. Who knows, maybe I' d had a very difficult day. My father thought at that time maybe he was very serious, maybe he didn' t want to talk to anyone, maybe he just wanted to be sitting with his thoughts. My dad talks to him and asks him, hey, it' s all right, why are you so serious?

12:22 His friend does not answer him or does not answer him in a certain way the question he had asked. He just stretches out his arm and asks for a cigarette. My father normally pulls out one, stretches out his arm, and as he gives it to him, he touches his fingers for brief seconds. My father says his friend' s hand was frozen, completely petrified, plus very hard. Your friend takes the cigarette, turns it on and proceeds to smoke the same way, without uttering a single word. My father begins to ask him what had happened, why he was so strange, but his friend simply did it with his hand or with his head never turning him to see that it is not a sign, just that nothing happens to him, that everything is fine. My father begins to talk to him about the things that had happened to him, about the problems he had at the time, and his friend continues to sit there simply listening, without saying a single word. At one point it had been about five minutes, seven minutes, according to my father, when all the talk, while he was looking forward, turns back to the morgue with his friend to at least see him on

13:56 his back and realizes that he is no longer there. His friend had disappeared in the same way that he had just appeared as if by a blink. My father is surprised, but he also bothers, that is to say, to see this one arrives or greets, does not address the word to me and then leaves without warning. In short, he was behaving strangely, but perhaps he had had a bad day. My father doesn' t pay attention to this. Gives the time of your entrance, prepares and goes to the morgue. He enters and begins to work, as he usually does with some bodies he had there and almost as he enters, he receives a call from one of his colleagues who would go to the morgue to carry three bodies from an accident. My father prepares himself, because he knows very well that the bodies in accidents sometimes come disfigured or come badly ill- treated with missing parts of the body. You have to have a very strong stomach to endure it, and my father was getting ready. And even though you' re preparing it for years, you don' t know what you can see one of those nights. When they bring him the bodies, almost forty minutes since he

15:28 had entered, he begins to open the bodies of those black bags that the paramedics bring them with very secure closure. Open up, one, open up another, and just when the last one opens up, my father gets a chill. He takes the scare of his life. And then too, almost seconds after she felt this, she felt very much like crying, because the person who was there knew her was her friend. I was in the same outfit I had seen him just minutes before. There he was a little mistreated.

16:12 The accident had involved two cars with two different people and a motorcycle. Sadly, he was his friend. The strange thing about this, Alex, and what caused my father a terrible insomnia over the next few days is that the accident had happened hours before he took the bodies to the morgue, at least two or three. So, when your friend sat with him in the park, he was no longer alive. Greetings, Alex. My name is Charlie and I send a strong embrace to the entire crypt community haunted from Guanajuato.

17:23 I want to tell you my story. I am a coroner and, although I do not currently perform as such, since I am still looking for a job and I am the owner of my own business, I want to tell you an experience that happened to me while working as a coroner in another state. In fact, it was my first job leaving school. When I got to this morgue I started making friends with the most personal, as always in any job, and everyone told me the same thing that in that place scared that one could see things, that sometimes the corpses murmured, things they told me that it did not seem strange to you is that they tell you by your name or you listen. In the distance your name or you hear, steps walk where the corpses are, since in the nights they get up and walk were tales that to make you honest they scared me in the beginning.

18:30 But as you go to work and get used to the corridors to lighting to work with corpses, because you lose your fear and even so, I heard several strange things in the corridors, things I found no explanation for them. On one occasion, when I was looking for a companion of mine, since we were going out to eat at the same time and only the two of us were on night watch. We had to be present, as there were security cameras at our lunch hour in the dining room. I was usually looking for him during the night. We' re just on the first floor, continuing the work that was left in the day. On the second floor, if I' m honest with you, we would never go up there was the freezer, the management rooms and one room that was used as a warehouse. I went up to the second floor, looking for my partner and when I was walking down the central hallway, I saw him or at least I thought I saw him. He was a coroner of our own clothing pushing a stretcher into the cold room. It was strange, since we didn' t have any earrings there, but I followed him to the one who was

20:02 shouting his name. And it was at that moment, at that very moment, that I heard a scream back. But this time, coming down the stairs on the first floor, it was my partner who was also looking for me, I stopped and went down the hall to the edge of the stairs and asked him how it is that you are down here. He answered me yes, here we are we are always on the first floor and you what are you doing up there. I answered, there' s someone else here. They left another coroner with us. He answered me not just us.

20:48 I' ll tell him I saw a coroner, push a stretcher and enter the room. Cold that if we followed him, since in the logbook, at the entrance with the security guard, only the two of us were registered. He told me it wasn' t necessary and he only made me with one hand and put you down. Don' t worry. I think what you saw was the coroner. Many have already seen it. In fact, I saw him too Believe me. It' s best not to follow it and keep this as a warning that we don' t have to go up to the second floor on the way. I asked him why and what he had with that coroner' s story. He told me that years ago, about fifteen or twenty years ago, a coroner from a cardiac arrest had died in that morgue. They said he was so hardworking that he had not stopped doing it, and even in the hereafter. Others say that this coroner took certain pieces from the corpses inside to sell them, as well as hair or things that could be useful, obviously nothing legal and even more if they were bodies that no one asked for, that no one would identify them. They say that after his death right there, in the morgue, his spirit got so trapped, so he keeps working from the hereafter. These were two versions

22:23 they had. Obviously, my friend told me this so relaxed that I thought it was a lie. I remember the conversation was diverted and we ended up talking about paranormal things, but not necessarily fear, but laughter. Anecdotes or stories that were said. I don' t care. I thought that my partner wanted to scare me simply despite seeing that coroner as if he was a flesh and blood person, as if he was a person who was there in front of me I only saw him with his back. I went on with my job and I believed him, let' s say fifty percent of what he was saying to me. The days went by and, to be honest, this legend forgot me and I don' t know if it had been a few months, maybe two, when again I went up to the second floor, this time looking again for my partner I heard how they moved a metal stretcher from which we have that characteristic gnash, and this sound came along with also a few steps, from inside the frozen room of the refrigerator, where we stored all the bodies quickly I thought it was my companion. I opened the door, entered the light, but there was no one, which

23:59 puzzled me unless at first sight. Since we' re forensics, we take the count and we know how many bodies we' re working with at the time. We had to have about six only in the freezer, but as we quickly told them a count that wasn' t even intentional, I noticed that there were eight. Even the blankets were different, they were like sheets quickly countered to the eye with the plastics we used. We were already using sheets. It was a method that was used before, but I no longer used the morgue. I quickly walked to these bodies and only out of curiosity did I lift the blanket and the corpse. I didn' t recognize him.

25:00 I assume it was about the body of a teenager, perhaps some fourteen or fifteen years old, but it was too greasy on the skin, it was stuck to the bones, its eyes were sunk all the way in. It even looked like a skeleton. Only obviously, maybe this person died from one of those life- sucking diseases, you get bumped up in the body, you lose your muscles, those terminal illnesses that by his age he was probably already born with her he had seen cases like this, so he had no hair all over his scalp had fallen off. Don' t eva counts the body and for some reason I don' t understand until now don' t encourage me to see the other, but that does. I discovered the body of the teenager of the s or his foot in the foot we had recorded the data of this obviously came to his name, his age that had obviously attuned her. I was fifteen years old and little more. I kept this information. I got out of the cold room and almost immediately found my partner coming down the stairs. I asked him listen you know this person, I gave him the data about the teenager and almost immediately he who was walking

26:34 from has dry. He turns me around and asks me, did you get into the cold room? I was more dismayed by the attitude I had taken. I' m telling you, yes, why there' s something wrong with it. He turns around completely and tells me not to. I told you nighttime nighttime you don' t have to get into the cold room. I answer yes, but what you told me was just a silly legend. I' m just asking if you know this body, since I don' t have any papers on it and I don' t have it registered.

27:21 My partner stares at me and tells me that patient doesn' t exist. That patient is from the coroner' s office, or at least he was one of those who attended before he died. I' m still looking at something gullible and I' m asking you to keep trying to believe that story. He told me it' s not a story, it' s true. Many have seen him and if you follow him to the Cold Room, where he shoves all his corpses into me, or at least those he was working with before he died, you' re gonna find that corpse you tell me is one of them. Alex in a way because of the way he was telling me. I was scared. I wasn' t able to check until hours later. This time, already with the sunlight on my side, I felt like a child again, as if the sun provided some kind of coverage that would protect me. But it kind of happened. I went into the Fourth Cold and there was only a six. The six bodies we had registered. The other two already found us. Only Me and my partner were

28:55 in the morgue that day, no one took out any bodies and no one got any since that night. I believe in those legends and even the most absurd ones, because, at the end of the day, they originate from something real. I didn' t believe in the beginning and that' s why I came across those corpses that still manifest during the night, in that morgue. There are jobs for everything. Some of us might consider jobs somewhat unusual. Many of us would not even want to work in a cemetery or work in some abandoned place, as might be the case with some vigilantes.

29:56 But how about the work of being driven by leaving the corpses, that is, you' re not going to be in a cemetery, but you' re going to be surrounded by corpses without being in their graves. I' m talking about the work of a coroner. This coroner doesn' t send his account saying this happened to him on a common day like any other. But of course talking to corpses sooner or later was going to result in something and we could say that this was very common to him, but he didn ' t count on the body he was attending to hearing him and that night he would realize that not only he would be speaking my name in that room alone. That is here the paranormal experience that I want to tell you because yes, and despite calling me a person who does not believe in ghosts, in demons, in a way I enjoy the stories, I like to hear them. I like to watch horror movies, but pers that I believe in it is very difficult. This is the only paranormal experience I' ve had and for my bad luck, it happened in my work. I' m

31:30 a coroner and I think a lot of you might think dealing with corpses can be a scary thing. Perhaps at first you do, but as the years go by, you get used to it in a certain way. I' d taken pleasure in my work. It' s a job that I love and I' m good at, even if I have to work at night, I' m happy to do it, even talking to the corpses. Being a coroner, you have certain rules, you have to treat with a lot of respect the body also you have to call for you and even some colleagues who have been more in these years than I, every time they are going to turn it, every time they are going to make a sudden move to the body, they ask permission or warn you, so to speak what they are going to move it, they are going to put it on its back. I, when I was younger, asked them why they did that.

32:44 At the end of the day, if she was a living person, but she wasn' t. Many of these coroners told me that this person, that body, still had an essence of what had been in life, for on the vast majority of occasions the body is recent. When they hand him over to us, some forensics say that a certain part of the soul of that body is not yet gone, and I think that' s why I happened to what happened that night was about eleven o' clock when I was doing my job. I was making the preparations and I was given to start talking. I started talking to the body, as usual to me.

33:37 I started telling him some problems I had. I started to tell him that I was looking for solutions, these problems and what he advised me. Although I' m clear about this whole joke thing. I knew you couldn' t answer me. And there came a time when I remember being told that this body, that this man had died because of the drink, that is, he had been an alcoholic, or let' s say it was a person who liked to drink too much at parties two weekends and then ended up paying the price. He was a relatively young person about forty years old.

34:25 Me, while I work, I always keep a few beers in the fridge to see. Not that I get drunk, but that' s about twelve, twelve and a half I like to be working and having one or two beers while listening to music, as at that time my nephew, who is also studying for forensics, arrives. But at that time I was alone. I remember I went to the refrie. I took the beer, went back to this man and put the beer on a table across the street about five meters from where he had his body lying. This man may have disrespected me by saying that I took one in his favor, but that he couldn' t take it, as they did him wrong like making fun of me in a certain way, but I didn' t do it that way. Anyway, I went on with my job and at that I got hungry for what was the kitchen. I turned on the microwave and I remember perfectly hearing someone ' s footsteps coming from that room. These steps are very characteristic and I think anyone can identify them very well. When you walk with a toad,

36:00 whether you are a woman or a man or with heels, you recognize the footprints, the heels sound in a certain way, the shoes in a certain way and even the flip flops sound in a certain way. On that occasion, what I heard was the feet of someone barefoot walking from one place to another immediately. What I did was look down the hall, but I didn ' t see anything. I had the door to that open room where the body was, but I couldn' t see it. He was out of my sight. Perhaps the most logical answer was that my nephew had arrived, but as much as I looked for him, I did not find him.

36:52 I checked the hallway, the stairs, the living room, there was no one. When I went back to the room this time with my stomach full, since I had missed something, I arrived in the room, I went straight to the table where I had left my beer and at that moment I realized that the beer is not found to me. I find it strange. There' s no one else in the building, just me, my nephew, still not there. I remember perfectly that I had left the beer there I have a very good memory, so I start looking for it with my eyes and in that I find it. The beer now rests in the body ' s hand. This body is holding it with its hand as if it had grabbed it, as if it were taking it. I' m kind of confused and why not say it. I' m also very afraid to approach. I take the beer beak and try to get it out, but I can' t. The beer canister is heavily imprisoned. It makes sense, since it is a corpse, it is an inert body, but also

38:23 because of this, how it is possible that it would have taken it by force, trying not to think about it and I try to separate them. It took me a while to do it, but at the end of the day, I got it, and when the container stops, I realize that it also needs drink. The beer was about to be finished, which gave a quarter, so to speak I had only given him two drinks, when much when I left it there was more than half of the beer. I got closer and touched the lips of that body slightly, they were wet as if I had had something to drink. I recently took the beer and closed the door. I didn' t go on with the job until my nephew arrived. Once he arrived, we went back to where I had stayed.

39:28 I didn' t tell him anything and I didn' t tell anyone about it in a way. I kept it for myself. From this experience I take great care of what I say to the corpses, although I still talk to them from time to time. The truth is that I no longer try to make fun of myself or rather do not try to investigate the issues of his death. From this experience, I believe in what the other coroners told me. Even though the body is no longer alive, there is an essence left still inside the body, and that something has to be treated with much respect. Morgas are scary places. Well, the funeral home is already a very frightening place in itself, because in this place they are given, so to speak, the last God, at least in face of the body or body in question, since in the cemetery they only bury it. But the morgue is the place where they first visit all the bodies, either to do the autopsy, or to check them out and check me medically that they are

41:01 not burying a person who is still alive. This type of place houses very but very recent bodies, very fresh. It is also a place that can be very good hiding place for those people who do not want to be found. What follows is a sad story, but also frightening and happens in the morgue of a university specialized in medicine, as well as doctors for forensics. The sad thing about this case is that in this morgue a soul asked for screams will be found for its good luck. The watchman who tells us this story could hear those laments, but he did not know that he was helping something that was no longer alive. Your story is next hello. My name is Rogelio Valo. I am a security guard for several years now, and although I am originally from Mexico, I am now working in the United States.

42:17 I' ve been here for years, so I can practically speak fluent English and this has opened my doors so much, so now I work as a security guard at a university and also in the specific area of criminology and forensics. I am a guard here, but beyond performing the typical tasks that a security guard would do, I also have to check certain documents, check certain entries and also the bodies that are brought to this area at university. I have been here for years and since I entered I abide by the orders and rules that my superiors tell me above all certain recommendations that they give me and everything that they tell me I do to the letter, so when they told me that on the night shift that sometimes touches me twice every two months, they told me that the rondines are done in such a corridor until they reach such a place. Interestingly, in the night rondines you never pass in front of the cold room. The cold room is a place where bodies are stored. In some days it is completely empty and in some others it is up to the top of full. However, even though there is no body inside the room, they have to be kept cold, especially by the arrival

43:52 of the other bodies. I remember very well, because I am the one who checks the accesses that at the time there were no corpses in the cold room. They were going to arrive on an order. In two weeks, a new guard who had just entered with us was instructed to give the rondines. This boy was a young man, he was barely twenty- one. It was his first formal job, so being in a university and wanting to explore more, he says he went to the hallway where this cold room was, although the rondines were not there, it was part of what we had to take care of. So he didn' t see anything wrong with him and, to be honest or alex I didn' t see anything wrong with him either, just that my superiors told me it wasn' t necessary to go through there and I didn' t go through. This guy explains that when he was going through his flashlight, since during the night it goes out in most of the lights, they only leave enough to walk properly down the corridors. When he was passing through the cold room, a voice stopped him coming from that very door. This door, while large and thick and heavy, is a glass, a hatch in which one can see inwards. The

45:22 Novato Guard approached the hatch and as inside the cold room, obviously it is not being used, it is all dark, it can' t see anything inside and obviously he doesn' t have keys either. He' s a first- timer, he hasn' t got keys yet. He realizes that there' s someone locked up there and that this someone is asking him for help. The person inside tells you the following. Open me, please? Open me, please, it' s very cold, please open me up. Let me go. The boy in a matter of seconds takes up a career, not without telling this woman that, after talking to her, she understood that it was the voice of a young woman. Tell him to calm down right away. I came back with the keys and ran as far as I was. He explained to me what happened and to make him honest this was not strange to me. There were a few times when college students for being distracted by mere carelessness had been locked up in some areas already past ten o' clock at night. Some of these kids work and also study so they' re tired and many fall asleep, either in the library in the studios and league and go knocking on doors or calling on the phone so that we go and open the door for them. What I did think was that

46:55 this girl was extremely lucky, since we weren' t walking down that hallway. Obviously, if she started hitting herself, she started screaming at her, we were gonna catch up, listen, but she wasn' t doing this. We made it to the door. We opened the cold room, we lit up, but there was no one. The room was completely empty. We searched all around, but there wasn' t much to look for, so we started to open the warehouses where the bodies are locked. I knew there was no body, at least I was sure of that. What I thought at the time. Okay. If this is some kind of joke that college people believe me is given to make jokes of bad taste. Maybe this girl is locked in these containers, so let' s find out. Me and my already angry partner, we started opening one by one until we found her. This girl is not alive. It was a body without clothing, cold, totally rigid, icy, His eyes were open and completely white.

48:13 His lips were purple, they didn' t even have a robe, he wasn' t wearing clothes and he was cold to make a joke. This was too much. The temperatures they drive there are low- zero to keep the body as intact as possible for as long as possible. We close that warehouse again and immediately leave the cold room. As far as the night was concerned, we never made any rondins again. It was more than clear what had happened. The girl couldn' t have gone out. The only way out of that room was where we had walked. And also the only way out was that door. And I' ll tell you something else. That same morning, when the professor who is in charge of all that arrived, he had told me that he was waiting for a shipment, to which I replied, but professor, you already have a body. That' s where it' s gonna take up more. He was surprised and told me but no. I don' t have a body. The cold room is completely empty. I told him no. Professor, there' s a girl' s body and I mentioned the container number. He became strange and told me to accompany him to see him. We went right away and opened the container.

49:37 The body. There he was. But what I didn' t check and obviously I' m not professional about that, but this teacher did, he checked it and the fear in his eyes burst immediately. He looked at me and said very slowly, look he keeps discretion and calls the police. Go get the principal, too, and bring me the nurse teacher. I did what he told me. It seemed like that girl wasn' t supposed to be there. It turned out that the girl was a student of this university and that she had missed classes for about two weeks there was nothing known about her and, as she was a foreigner, her parents were not in that state, there was not much stir because of her disappearance. The parents thought he was with friends and the friends thought he was probably going out with his family in some urgency. According to rumors and what is officially said, no signs of struggle were found, no signs were found that he would have been injured by something, be it a white gun or a firearm. She just showed up one night inside that morgue. What they think is that she got herself into that place to end her own life. After this, and

51:07 I believe that to date, since I was changed, we were given the instruction to always go to the cold room and check all the stores. We were given a quantity and location of each body. In case we could see one more, let us immediately warn that this sad situation will not be repeated again.