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

came from underneath.

No mistaking it this time.

Something beneath the sheet was trying to lift.

I reached for the fabric, but before my fingers touched it, the woman’s left hand slowly pushed upward from under the white sheet and rose into the air.

Her fingers curled once, weakly, toward the ceiling.

I froze.

Every hair on my body stood up at once.

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