Nathan tossed and turned all night, too spooked to sleep. The noises from the morgue replayed in his mind, the shadowy figure lingering in his thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel the weight of the morgue’s cold silence, and every creak of his bed’s frame sent him into a panic.
By morning, he had gotten no sleep. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor, replaying the events in his mind. The rustling, the shadows, the temperature dropping—the whole night had felt wrong. It didn’t feel like a prank, but the thought of ghosts was too much to bear.