Morgue duty was never complicated work. You sat at the desk, waited around, and stood by in case staff needed medical equipment or a new body was transported in. For the time being, there was nothing to do but stare at the clock as the hands ticked by agonizingly slow. Nathan let out a long, weary sigh, sinking deeper into the chair as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Nathan jolted upright in his seat, the faint rustling sound now impossible to ignore. It wasn’t the air conditioning kicking on, nor the steady hum of the overhead lights. The soft, strange scraping echoed from somewhere deep inside the morgue itself. His heart skipped a panicked beat. He was all alone down here in the morgue—so where was that mysterious noise coming from?
