As the night settled, the familiar sound of faint rustling echoed in the morgue once again. It sounded like someone shifting, the sound of clothes rustling. Nathan paused, his ears straining. The sound was subtle but unmistakable. He shook his head, dismissing it as another harmless prank.
He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, determined to shake off the unease. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon enough, he drifted into a light sleep. The hours passed, and Nathan didn’t even realize when he finally succumbed to exhaustion.