By now, Nathan was shaking, his hands clammy. He couldn’t rationalize away everything. The noises, the shadows, the sudden drop in temperature—it was all too much. He could feel the panic rising in his chest. His thoughts raced as he tried to reason with the panic rising in his chest.
The sudden clattering noise echoed down the hallway, sharp and jarring. Nathan’s heart raced as the sound reverberated through the morgue, but he couldn’t summon the energy to check if it was a prank or something else. He quickly shot a text to his supervisor: Feeling sick, going home for the night. Then, without another thought, he grabbed his things and left.