That night, Nathan decided against entering the morgue. He trudged down the hallway like any other night, but instead of heading for the door, he turned and made his way to his car, parked behind a tree near the exit. His laptop sat on the passenger seat, its screen glowing faintly.
He couldn’t bring himself to return to the morgue—not after everything he’d experienced. Part of him thought that whatever was haunting the place might reveal itself more freely if he wasn’t physically present. The other part of him, the part drenched in fear, was simply too terrified to go back inside.