That night, Nathan walked into the morgue feeling totally calm and composed. He wasn’t going to let any silly pranks get to him anymore. After all, it was all just part of the job. The weird rustling sounds, the eerie silence, every unsettling little thing—he was prepared for it all now. He was ready and unfazed.
As night fell, the familiar faint rustling noise echoed through the morgue once again. It sounded like someone shifting their weight, the soft crinkle of fabric moving around. Nathan paused for a second, listening closely. The sound was quiet but impossible to miss. He shook his head, brushing it off as just another meaningless prank.
