By morning, exhausted and restless, he sat on his bed’s edge, staring at the floor, replaying every detail. The rustling, the shadows, the cold—they felt real. It wasn’t a prank. But the thought of ghosts was terrifying.
His mind wrestled with doubt. Could it really be ghosts? His rational side rejected the idea, yet nothing about the night felt natural. He was on the edge of something terrifying. But one thing was clear—he wouldn’t let it haunt him, not this early in his career.
That morning, Nathan stopped at a hardware store before work. He bought motion sensors, cameras, and microphones to set up his own investigation. Determined, he vowed to uncover the truth behind the morgue’s strange happenings.
During his lunch break, Nathan worked quickly and quietly, installing the cameras and motion sensors in the morgue. He tucked them into corners, behind equipment, making sure they were well hidden. The sensors were meant for pets, but he figured they’d catch any movement just the same—human or otherwise. His hands trembled as he adjusted the lenses, a mixture of fear and determination fueling him. Whatever was in that morgue, he had to find out. He couldn’t live in uncertainty any longer.
That night, Nathan didn’t enter the morgue. Instead, he walked down the hallway as usual, but when he reached the door, he veered off and slipped outside to his car parked near the exit. His laptop glowed softly on the passenger seat. From the safety of his car, he monitored the feeds, unwilling to face the cold room inside.