He started to return to his seat, but a movement caught his eye. The shadowy figure appeared again, just by the door’s window. It was darker this time, its form more defined—almost as if it were watching him. Nathan’s breath caught in his throat. He blinked, and the figure was gone.
His pulse quickened. It’s just my imagination, he thought, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone. The morgue, which had always been a quiet, sterile place, now felt suffocating. He couldn’t explain the sensation that someone—or something—was watching him from the shadows.