Nathan set his laptop on the dashboard, connecting it to the cameras he had installed earlier. His hands trembled slightly as he pressed the power button, eyes fixed on the empty morgue visible through the screen from the safety of his car. His heart pounded as he scrolled through the footage, the faint noise growing louder, echoing somewhere inside the morgue. With every camera angle he flipped through, Nathan searched desperately for proof that he wasn’t just imagining things.
Then, on one screen, movement caught his eye. The heavy morgue door creaked slowly, inching open all on its own. Nathan’s breath caught. What the hell is this? His eyes widened in horror as the door continued to shift, a silent, chilling invitation into the unknown.
Nathan’s eyelids drooped, heavy with exhaustion. After a brutal shift in the ER, the morgue was the last place he wanted to be. Yet, as the youngest nurse at Saint Luther’s, he was always the first to step up when duty called—even if it meant confronting his worst fears.
Saint Luther’s Hospital was notorious for its understaffing. With local clinics shuttered, patients flooded in at twice the normal rate. The hospital was a pressure cooker with no relief in sight. Nathan’s first month had been a whirlwind, but nothing prepared him for nights like this.
It hadn’t been his choice to work here. Saint Luther’s was the only hospital within twenty miles accepting interns. By week two, he was already assigned to the morgue. The cold silence of the dead rattled him to his core, but little did Nathan know the chill was about to be the least of his worries.
The day had started typically—helping doctors in pediatrics, calming anxious parents, and managing the steady flow of patients. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then the ER doors burst open. A car accident had sent multiple injured patients flooding in, and chaos erupted. Nathan barely caught his breath between applying first aid and assisting surgeries. Hours blurred into one relentless marathon.