Nathan sat up straight, the rustling sound now unmistakable. It wasn’t the air conditioning. It wasn’t the hum of the lights. The faint movement echoed from somewhere in the room. His heart skipped a beat. He was alone in the morgue. So, where was the noise coming from?
He listened intently, but the sound stopped as quickly as it started. The silence that followed was suffocating. Nathan shook his head, blaming it on his exhaustion. “Just tired,” he muttered to himself, forcing a chuckle and went back to resting his eyes.