Night Shift at the City Morgue: Why I Quit My Job with the Dead

You want to know why I quit working at the city morgue? This story will mess with your head for weeks. I thought working the night shift at the morgue would be easy money. Dead people don't complain, right? Wrong. So fucking wrong. What started as strange little things—tools moved overnight, body bags mysteriously unzipped—quickly escalated into a nightmare that made me question everything I thought I knew about death. The humming that came from upstairs at exactly 2 AM every night. The wet, sliding sounds from locked storage rooms. The handprint on the wall that was too big to be human. This is my true story of working alone in a 1950s morgue basement, surrounded by the dead and something far worse than corpses. From unexplained shadows that appeared in photographs to the sickly sweet smell of something rotting that shouldn't exist, every night brought new horrors. The worst part? I wasn't the first night shift worker to quit. And I wouldn't be the last. This spine-chilling episode explores what happens when your workplace becomes a paranormal nightmare. If you've ever worked alone at night and felt like you weren't really alone, this story will validate your worst fears. Some jobs just aren't worth the money. Especially when the dead won't stay dead. --------------- Beth's Spooky Story Time is your new favourite horror podcast, best enjoyed alone with headphones. All stories are suggested or submitted by listeners. Have you had a spooky experience? Email your story to [e-mail] now. For ad-free content, Spooky Chat Time, and extra perks, support us on Patreon: patreon.com/bethsspookystorytime Follow us on TikTok: @beths.spooky.story.time Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices