A sudden loud clattering echoed down the hospital hallway, sharp and jarring. Nathan’s heart raced even faster as the noise reverberated through the morgue walls, but he didn’t have the strength left to go check if it was a prank or something far worse. He quickly typed out a text to his supervisor: Feeling extremely unwell, heading home early for the night. Without a second thought, he grabbed his belongings and fled the morgue as fast as he could.
Nathan tossed and turned in bed all night long, far too spooked and anxious to sleep a wink. The morgue’s strange noises replayed on loop in his mind, the shadowy figure lingering constantly in his thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel the morgue’s cold, heavy silence pressing down on him, and every small creak of his bed frame sent him spiraling into fresh panic.
