19. Under My Skin
Indirectly, my creepiest moment has to be when I had to sit with my mother’s unalive body until the ambulance arrived to pronounce her lifeless. It was unpleasant, obviously, in and of itself, seeing that rigor mortis had set in and that the chest compressions were clearly a futile effort, but that’s not the thing that gets me.
What gets me is that every so often, I rub my arms when they’re cold and my skin feels just enough like her body that I’m taken back to that memory in an instant. No warning. No consistency. It gets super unpleasant in winter.