As he settled into his desk chair, the silence in the morgue felt thicker and heavier than ever before. The faint rustling sound he’d convinced himself was just a prank started up again. This time, it was louder, more persistent, and the air around him turned sharply colder. He rubbed his arms vigorously, trying to ignore the bitter chill seeping into his bones.
A sharp, sudden clatter cut through the silence. A clipboard slipped off the counter and crashed loudly onto the floor. Nathan’s heart skipped a beat and he froze instantly, his eyes darting straight to the source of the noise. He stood up slowly, stepping cautiously toward the counter, but nothing was out of place. The clipboard was just lying on the floor, as if it had fallen off all by itself.
