His pulse raced rapidly. It’s just my imagination playing up, he tried to tell himself, but he couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that he wasn’t alone anymore. The morgue, once a quiet, sterile, ordinary room, now felt suffocating and oppressive. He couldn’t shake the creepy sensation that someone—or something—was watching his every move from the shadows.
By this point, Nathan was trembling all over, his hands clammy and cold. He couldn’t rationalize away every strange incident any longer. The weird noises, the fleeting shadows, the sudden drops in temperature—it was all too much to dismiss. Panic rose rapidly in his chest, his thoughts racing wildly as he fought to stay calm.
