At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

purposes only

I went back to the counter and tried to keep working.

A few minutes later, I heard a faint sound behind me.

Not a voice. Not a breath.

Just the soft rustle of fabric shifting against metal.

I turned around.

The sheet was still.

I stared for several seconds, then laughed at myself under my breath.

“Get a grip, Emily,” I whispered.

I went back to continue reading …