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    refrigerator
  • An appliance or compartment that is artificially kept cool and used to store food and drink. Modern refrigerators generally make use of the cooling effect produced when a volatile liquid is forced to evaporate in a sealed system in which it can be condensed back to liquid outside the refrigerator
  • white goods in which food can be stored at low temperatures
  • A refrigerator is a cooling apparatus. The common household appliance (often called a "fridge" for short) comprises a thermally insulated compartment and a heat pump—chemical or mechanical means—to transfer heat from it to the external environment (i.e.
  • Refrigerator was an Appendix Quarter horse racehorse who won the Champions of Champions race three times. He was a 1988 bay gelding sired by Rare Jet and out of Native Parr. Rare Jet was a grandson of Easy Jet and also a double descendant of both Depth Charge (TB) and Three Bars (TB).
    morgue
  • a building (or room) where dead bodies are kept before burial or cremation
  • A morgue or mortuary (in a hospital or elsewhere) is used for the storage of human corpses awaiting identification, or removal for autopsy or disposal by burial, cremation or otherwise. In modern times they have customarily been refrigerated to delay decomposition.
  • The Morgue (2008) is a direct-to-DVD horror film starring Heather Donahue of the The Blair Witch Project, Bill Cobbs, Lisa Crilley, and Brandon Quinn. The film is directed by Halder Gomes and Gerson Sanginitto.
  • A place where bodies are kept, esp. to be identified or claimed
  • Used metaphorically to refer to a place that is quiet, gloomy, or cold
  • In a newspaper office, a collection of old cuttings, photographs, and information
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Vampire Morgue
Vampire Morgue
I should never have made friends with an eternal being trying to kill himself in the freezer. It wasn’t as if he could do it, he was only trying to make time go faster. My second mistake was playing vampire slayer on the beach with him. That’s when I was doomed. He is keeping me alive in his vampire morgue, waiting for the rest of him to arrive and save me.

THE ARRIVAL
I woke up on the gurney inside Julie’s house. The great room was lit with glowing sticks. Zavier and his friends wore glowing necklaces. Julie, unadorned, stood on a chair next to me to pack ice over my steaming, glowing torso, to stop the alien bits searing my undead body. My dying light reflected on her skin, turning her silver and gold.

My mother threw a female vampire through Julie’s glass doors, out to the deck covering the rocks. The vampire landed lightly on her feet. Shards of tempered glass spun over her head like a peacock’s tail, stained blue and green with light from her glowing necklaces.

Zavier laughed and his sycophantic friends laughed with him, even the ones who had not seen and did not care. He led the shouting, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

My mother disappeared under a hail of vampire bodies. They groped her more than they fought her, but she couldn’t rise from the floor, not while they mobbed her.

Quinn appeared next to me, faded, nearly out of energy. He brushed the ice off me to straighten the pink sheet covering my body.

Zavier gave a cry of triumph at the sight of him. “Dear Calista, why does no one save you?” He snarled a threat at Quinn. “Let me bite her for you.” He held my arm outstretched for his teeth to slip easily into a vein.

“Don’t be an idiot!” Julie smacked him on the chest. “Calista has enough venom in her to change half the world to vampires.” She decorated me with his glowing necklaces, as if a glowing stomach wasn’t enough. “Don’t waste time! Go ask him, Zavier, please go,” she begged. She ran to the doors to tear them off their hinges to clear the way for the gurney.

What Julie wanted to ask the time pilot would have to wait. He had not landed. Earth still existed. I was still waiting to die.

Zavier pushed the gurney out over the broken glass. The dock jutted along a rocky point, almost to the deep. A moonless night made the stars brighter. Up on the roof glowing necklaces twinkled in ever changing clusters.

Each wooden post on the dock glowed with a circle of light. Far in the distance, an eager Julie led the way. If she wanted to trade me for something useful, I didn’t mind. The only thing she’d ever wanted was to grow and have an adult body. My dying bits rejected the idea as impossible, but hope was sometimes all anyone had to live on.

A ghostly Quinn walked beside me to guard my useless body. His tuxedo held its shape only at his shoulders. It wafted with every breeze from the bay. His weakness persuaded some of Zavier’s friends to follow us. Their dark clad figures melted into the night as they climbed the rocks alongside the dock. Only their faces and teeth reflected their glowing necklaces, like beings without bodies.

A streak of light sizzled into the dark sky with a series of sonic booms. It aimed for us, getting bigger as it neared us. The entire sky lost all its stars as the time pilot neared. Night became day, so bright it hurt my undead eyes. Everyone hid their faces from it. Only Quinn turned to stare. I had no choice but to watch, while I prayed for the safety of my planet.

I should never have made friends with an eternal being trying to kill himself in the freezer. It wasn’t as if he could do it, he was only trying to make time go faster. My second mistake was playing vampire slayer on the beach with him. That’s when I was doomed. He is keeping me alive in his vampire morgue, waiting for the rest of him to arrive and save me.

THE ARRIVAL
I woke up on the gurney inside Julie’s house. The great room was lit with glowing sticks. Zavier and his friends wore glowing necklaces. Julie, unadorned, stood on a chair next to me to pack ice over my steaming, glowing torso, to stop the alien bits searing my undead body. My dying light reflected on her skin, turning her silver and gold.

My mother threw a female vampire through Julie’s glass doors, out to the deck covering the rocks. The vampire landed lightly on her feet. Shards of tempered glass spun over her head like a peacock’s tail, stained blue and green with light from her glowing necklaces.

Zavier laughed and his sycophantic friends laughed with him, even the ones who had not seen and did not care. He led the shouting, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

My mother disappeared under a hail of vampire bodies. They groped her more than they fought her, but she couldn’t rise from the floor, not while they mobbed her.

Quinn appeared next to me, faded, nearly out of energy. He brushed the ice off me to straighten the pink sheet covering my body.

Zavier gave a cry of triumph at the sight of him. “Dear Calista, why does no one save you?” He snarled a threat at Quinn. “Let me bite her for you.” He held my arm outstretched for his teeth to slip easily into a vein.

“Don’t be an idiot!” Julie smacked him on the chest. “Calista has enough venom in her to change half the world to vampires.” She decorated me with his glowing necklaces, as if a glowing stomach wasn’t enough. “Don’t waste time! Go ask him, Zavier, please go,” she begged. She ran to the doors to tear them off their hinges to clear the way for the gurney.

What Julie wanted to ask the time pilot would have to wait. He had not landed. Earth still existed. I was still waiting to die.

Zavier pushed the gurney out over the broken glass. The dock jutted along a rocky point, almost to the deep. A moonless night made the stars brighter. Up on the roof glowing necklaces twinkled in ever changing clusters.

Each wooden post on the dock glowed with a circle of light. Far in the distance, an eager Julie led the way. If she wanted to trade me for something useful, I didn’t mind. The only thing she’d ever wanted was to grow and have an adult body. My dying bits rejected the idea as impossible, but hope was sometimes all anyone had to live on.

A ghostly Quinn walked beside me to guard my useless body. His tuxedo held its shape only at his shoulders. It wafted with every breeze from the bay. His weakness persuaded some of Zavier’s friends to follow us. Their dark clad figures melted into the night as they climbed the rocks alongside the dock. Only their faces and teeth reflected their glowing necklaces, like beings without bodies.

A streak of light sizzled into the dark sky with a series of sonic booms. It aimed for us, getting bigger as it neared us. The entire sky lost all its stars as the time pilot neared. Night became day, so bright it hurt my undead eyes. Everyone hid their faces from it. Only Quinn turned to stare. I had no choice but to watch, while I prayed for the safety of my planet.

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We try to let everybody know this accident to amend Our weak child welfare law.
We try to let everybody know this accident to amend Our weak child welfare law.
23 months old boy, whose name is Sung-Min, died. The police announced that this case is an accidental homicide, but the truth is that he was killed. Shockingly, the murderer is no less a person than the husband of the principal of a nursery, where he had been reared in a 24-hour-care system during weekdays. Sung-Min’s father divorced and could not take care of his two sons while he was working, so he took them to the nursery following the recommendation of an organization for social welfare. This choice, however, results in the irrevocable misery... Here is description of what happened from Sung-Min’s father (the followings were posted by Sung-Min’s family in a web page in Korean language on May 30, and we just translate them in English here). On May 17 at 3:00 PM, I received a phone call from the nursery and heard that my son, Sung-Min died suddenly and his dead body was in Dongguk University Kyungju hospital. The principal of the nursery told me that her husband (the principal is female) went outside for his private business, accompanying my son. She continued saying that he left my son alone in his car for a while after giving a pack of soy-milk, and when he returned, my son was vomiting and hardly breathing, so he called to her to contact 911 (why did not he contact 911 by himself?)… By the time I got to the hospital, my baby’s body was already in morgue. How can a healthy boy die of just drinking a pack of milk? Soon, I noticed that his body was very strange. His abdomen was swollen extraordinarily and there were even some bruises and cuts on his face as well as on his body. Who can believe that this is the body of a person who died after drinking soy-milk? I could not believe the explanation from the nursery, so I requested the police to investigate my son’s death and decided to take autopsy on his dead body in order to find out the exact time and the cause of his death. After the autopsy performed on May 18, the main cause of his death was identified as peritonitis due to a visceral cleft. Moreover, it was told that the visceral had been cleft not by a disease or virus infection but by a strong external impact. The doctor who performed the autopsy said that visceral cleft had happened at least 2 or 3 days ago. When I asked the principal and her husband about the bruises on Sung-Min’s body and his swollen abdomen, they said Sung-Min had just fallen down from a piano. They also said Sung-Min had eaten too much than usual on the day before he died. The doctor told me that, although he was not sure how my baby got the bruises on the face and head, the bruises on the hands were most likely the result of self defending from beating. My poor baby had been struggling to depend himself with such weak hands… The doctor also told me that visceral cleft had been progressed for at least 2 or 3 days and my baby must have been in an extreme pain. He continued, my baby must have been unable to eat or drink and would have vomited everything, even a drop of water. However, on May 16, the day before Sung-Min died, the principal told me that Sung-Min was healthy, playful, and eating well. On May 14, they (nursery personnel) also said they would accompany Sung-Min to an educational seminar for teachers and told me not to worry about my children. How could a boy suffering from visceral cleft play and eat well? My elder son, who is 6 years old, was also taken care of in the same nursery with Sung-Min. His language development has slightly been delayed compared to the same-aged. One day in April, there were also some bruises on Sung-Min’s head. When I asked about this, the principal of the nursery told me that my boy fell down from somewhere and butted with his brother. However, my elder son said “No butting. Beating.” I thought it was little strange but didn’t take it seriously. But thinking back, it must have been child abuse. On May-11, Friday, I was supposed to bring my sons home, but the principal made a call and told me not to come because she would take the kids to a play park on weekend. She also told me that she would take my children with them to the seminar on May-14th but my elder son told me that they never went to the park or the seminar. On May 17, just one day before Sung-Min’s birthday, I was also supposed to bring my kids home for Sung-Min’s birthday party. I had notified this to the principal several weeks ago. However, at 3:00 PM, I was just told that my baby had died… On May 18, only one day after my baby’s death, the police liberated the principal and her husband. How could this happen? Why should my poor baby lie in the morgue alone, shuddering at such deep fear, while the very two persons responsible for his death are staying comfortably in their home? There are so many circumstances that I cannot understand. Why did not they take more reasonable actions to save my baby? Sung-Min’s father is now fallen in a deep self-accusation that he did n
The 23 months old baby murdered miserablely at a nursery house
The 23 months old baby murdered miserablely at a nursery house
We try to let everybody know this accident to amend Our weak child welfare law. I know that you were very suprised at this news an picture. However, please help us and try to inform this accident to the every countries news? I'm really appreciated your consideration and kindness. 23 months old boy, whose name is Sung-Min, died. The police announced that this case is an accidental homicide, but the truth is that he was killed. Shockingly, the murderer is no less a person than the husband of the principal of a nursery, where he had been reared in a 24-hour-care system during weekdays. Sung-Min’s father divorced and could not take care of his two sons while he was working, so he took them to the nursery following the recommendation of an organization for social welfare. This choice, however, results in the irrevocable misery... Here is description of what happened from Sung-Min’s father (the followings were posted by Sung-Min’s family in a web page in Korean language on May 30, and we just translate them in English here). On May 17 at 3:00 PM, I received a phone call from the nursery and heard that my son, Sung-Min died suddenly and his dead body was in Dongguk University Kyungju hospital. The principal of the nursery told me that her husband (the principal is female) went outside for his private business, accompanying my son. She continued saying that he left my son alone in his car for a while after giving a pack of soy-milk, and when he returned, my son was vomiting and hardly breathing, so he called to her to contact 911 (why did not he contact 911 by himself?)… By the time I got to the hospital, my baby’s body was already in morgue. How can a healthy boy die of just drinking a pack of milk? Soon, I noticed that his body was very strange. His abdomen was swollen extraordinarily and there were even some bruises and cuts on his face as well as on his body. Who can believe that this is the body of a person who died after drinking soy-milk? I could not believe the explanation from the nursery, so I requested the police to investigate my son’s death and decided to take autopsy on his dead body in order to find out the exact time and the cause of his death. After the autopsy performed on May 18, the main cause of his death was identified as peritonitis due to a visceral cleft. Moreover, it was told that the visceral had been cleft not by a disease or virus infection but by a strong external impact. The doctor who performed the autopsy said that visceral cleft had happened at least 2 or 3 days ago. When I asked the principal and her husband about the bruises on Sung-Min’s body and his swollen abdomen, they said Sung-Min had just fallen down from a piano. They also said Sung-Min had eaten too much than usual on the day before he died. The doctor told me that, although he was not sure how my baby got the bruises on the face and head, the bruises on the hands were most likely the result of self defending from beating. My poor baby had been struggling to depend himself with such weak hands… The doctor also told me that visceral cleft had been progressed for at least 2 or 3 days and my baby must have been in an extreme pain. He continued, my baby must have been unable to eat or drink and would have vomited everything, even a drop of water. However, on May 16, the day before Sung-Min died, the principal told me that Sung-Min was healthy, playful, and eating well. On May 14, they (nursery personnel) also said they would accompany Sung-Min to an educational seminar for teachers and told me not to worry about my children. How could a boy suffering from visceral cleft play and eat well? My elder son, who is 6 years old, was also taken care of in the same nursery with Sung-Min. His language development has slightly been delayed compared to the same-aged. One day in April, there were also some bruises on Sung-Min’s head. When I asked about this, the principal of the nursery told me that my boy fell down from somewhere and butted with his brother. However, my elder son said “No butting. Beating.” I thought it was little strange but didn’t take it seriously. But thinking back, it must have been child abuse. On May-11, Friday, I was supposed to bring my sons home, but the principal made a call and told me not to come because she would take the kids to a play park on weekend. She also told me that she would take my children with them to the seminar on May-14th but my elder son told me that they never went to the park or the seminar. On May 17, just one day before Sung-Min’s birthday, I was also supposed to bring my kids home for Sung-Min’s birthday party. I had notified this to the principal several weeks ago. However, at 3:00 PM, I was just told that my baby had died… On May 18, only one day after my baby’s death, the police liberated the principal and her husband. How could this happen? Why should my poor baby lie in the morgue alone, shuddering at such deep fear, while the

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Skeletons in the Closet: Stories from the County Morgue
A mother calls 999 because her child, despite a foetal monitor, stopped breathing. She didn't know it, but the foetal monitor her doctor prescribed had a memory chip. Would the monitor's memory chip preserve evidence of a tragic accident or a murder? A young couple's marriage is crumbling, but they decide to take one last family trip. She will never return home. A pool of blood suggests she died from injuries caused by an accidental fall from a boat dock. So how did she wind up face down in the lake? For more than two decades, Dr. Stephen D Cohle has been solving vexing forensic mysteries as the medical examiner for Kent County, Michigan. As a whole, the cases he considers represent a cross-section of crime in mid-America, often committed by a macabre cast of characters: 'Jekyll and Hyde' alcoholics who turned homicidal; killers who resorted to the most bizarre methods in concealing their crimes; and the rarest species in the zoo of criminology, a two-woman team of serial killers. Based on his work with Dr Cohle, true-crime writer Tobin T Buhk recounts twenty-one riveting, real-life stories, each with a unique forensic twist. Offering a glimpse into strange sights, sounds, and smells of the county morgue, these tales of intrigue, deception, and murder will fascinate true-crime buffs, fans of CSI, and readers of mystery and detective stories.

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