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

filling out forms, but my hand had started to shake slightly.

Then it happened again.

Clearer this time.

A slow dragging movement, like fingertips shifting under cloth.

I spun around so fast my chair scraped the floor.

The room looked exactly the same as before.

The white sheet.

The silver rail of the stretcher.

The cold lockers lining the wall.

And yet something continue reading …