By morning, he hadn’t slept at all. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor, replaying every terrifying moment over and over in his head. The rustling sounds, the dark shadows, the sudden cold snaps—the entire night had felt deeply unnatural and wrong. He wanted to believe it was just pranks, but the thought of actual ghosts was too terrifying to accept.
His mind warred with itself, stuck on a terrible dilemma: Could all this really be the work of ghosts? The rational part of him refused to believe in the supernatural, but nothing about the previous night had felt normal or explainable. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was on the brink of uncovering something truly terrifying. One thing was certain, though—he wasn’t going to let whatever was haunting the morgue ruin his new nursing career.
