April 7, 2025 • 14 mins
'Ghost Story,' the podcast that unearths the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode, we bring you firsthand accounts of ghostly encounters, as told by those who have experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena. Whether you're a skeptic or a believer, prepare to be captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine. Feel free to check out our sister podcasts, Bone Chilling Tales to Keep You Awake Podcast, A Truly Haunted Podcast, Forever Haunted Podcast and True Whispers a True Crime Podcast. See you on the next dreadful episode. #scarystories #realstories #horrorpodcasts are #horrorpodcasts #horrorpodcast #horror #horrormovies #podcast #horrorfilms #horrorfilm #podcasts #horrormovie #film #films #movies #movie #horrorcommunity #horrorfamily #damnedmovies #moviesofthedamned #horrorobsessed #horrorfans #halloween #horrornerd #horrorfanatic #horrorpod #horrorfan #slasher #paranormal #horrorjunkie #horrorpodcaster #horrorgram #horrorcomedy #scarystories #scary #creepy #horrorstories #horror #scaryfacts #creepypasta #creepyfacts #creepystories #creepyfact #scaryfact #horrormovies #halloween #conspiracytheory #conspiracy #horrorstory #scarymovie #scaryposts #conspiracytheories #scarythreads #spooky #scaryvideo #horrorfacts #paranormal #horrorfan #horrors #scarymemes #haunted #horrorfact #ghost Warning: This podcast may be: frightening · scaring · hair-raising · terrifying · petrifying · spine-chilling · bloodcurdling · chilling · horrifying · alarming · appalling · daunting · formidable · fearsome · nerve-racking · unnerving · eerie · sinister #murdermystery #bookstagram #death #buzzfeedunsolved #crimescene #truecrimepodcasts #missingperson #missing #halloween #crimejunkie #news #myfavoritemurder #spooky #supernatural
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Welcome to the ghost Story, the podcast that on earths
the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode,
we bring you first hand accounts of ghostly encounters as
told by those who've experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself
(00:27):
for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena.
Whether you're a sceptic or a believer, prepared to be
captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Welcome to ghost Story Podcast. I'm your host, author Eve s. Evans.
I invite you to explore the realm of the supernatural
with me, from haunted houses to ghostly apparitions. We're going
to uncover the secrets behind the unexplained. Join us as
we listen attentively to individuals who have faced the spectral unknown,
(01:30):
sharing their spine chilling experiences and the lingering questions that
still haunt them. Get ready to confront the paranormal and
discover the truth behind each bone chilling tail. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
The moment I step through the doors of the abandoned hospital,
a shiver runs down my spine. I can't help but
feel like a trespasser in this forgotten place. The walls
are peeling and crumbling, and the air is heavy with
the scent of mildew and decay. My skepticism. I can't
shake the feeling that something sinister lurks in the shadows.
Isn't this amazing, Cassie claims, her voice echoing through the
(02:08):
dark halls. She's practically balancing with excitement, her eyes shining
like a kid in a candy store. I've been dying
to explore this place, really dying, I mutter under my breath,
trying not to roll my eyes. You have an interesting
choice of words, considering where we're headed. As we walk
through the seemingly endless maze of hallways, our flashlights illuminate
(02:30):
grammy floors and long abandoned wheelchairs. The whir of the
audio recorder is the only sound aside from our footsteps
and the occasional creaking of the old structure. Okay, spirits,
we're here, Cassie announces as she enters yet another room,
her voice wavering between confident and uncertain. If you're around,
give us a sign silence, Maybe try asking nicely, I suggest,
(02:53):
smirking fine, Cassie huffs, before trying again, Please, kind Spirits,
if you're around, we'd really do appreciate any sign of
your presence. Still nothing, I stifle a laugh, watching as
Cassie's enthusiasm starts to fade. But she's not one to
give up easily, so we continue our search for the
elusive spirits. Finally we find ourselves standing outside the morgue.
(03:14):
My heart pounds on my chest and I'm suddenly aware
of every breath I take. The cold, sterile air sends
chills done my spine, and the smell of disinfectant mixed
with something darker hangs heavy in the air. Ready, Cassie asks,
her voice barely above a whisper. I nod, and we
push open the door. The morgue is just as grim
as I imagined. The room is dominated by five metal drawers,
(03:38):
each large enough to hold a body. The sight of
them sends a wave of nausea through me, and my
mind races with the thoughts of the dead who once
occupied the space. Wow, Cassie breathes, clearly undaunted by our surroundings.
This is incredible. Sure, if your idea of incredible is
poking around a room full of dead bodies, I grumble,
come on, she urgeslling out the audio recorder. Let's see
(04:01):
if we can get a response in here. We take
turns asking questions, but the silence remains unbroken. I can't
help but feel relieved. The last thing I want is
for some restless spirit to make its presence known. Maybe
they're just shy, Cassie suggests, trying to hide her disappointment.
Or maybe, I say, fighting back a smile. There's nothing
here at all. Hey, hey, you never know, she replies,
(04:24):
her voice full of hope. We might just catch something
when we review the recordings later. Right, I agree, But
as I watch her face light up with excitement, I
can't help but be grateful for this strange, eerie adventure
we're sharing. Who knows what we'll find lurking in the shadows.
The show of the basement seeps through my clothes as
we make our way down the dark hallway, guided only
by the narrow beams of our flashlights. I'd warn warmer clothes,
(04:46):
but they do little defend off the cold and damp
that clings to every surface. Cassie walks beside me, her
excitement practically radiating off her in waves, even though she's
been here numerous times before each knowing best toation seems
to thrill her just as much as the last. Almost there,
she says, consulting the map one more time before folding
it up and tucking it in her back pocket. I
(05:08):
can't wait to see what we find me neither, I reply,
though my enthusiasm is not quite as genuine. The truth
is I'd rather be anywhere else right now, but something
about Cassie's infectious energy makes it almost impossible not to
get caught up in the moment we finally arrive at
the door leading to the morgue. It's whiter than the others,
a testament to the gurneies that once passed through carrying
lifeless bodies. I reach the cold silver handle, hesitating for
(05:32):
just a moment before pulling it open. Stepping inside, I'm
surprised by how ordinary it all looks. The space is
nothing like the gruesome scenes from horror movies that had
played in my head on the way down. Instead, the
room is dark and utilitarian, with concrete walls painted white
and a matching floor that still holds a slight sheen.
To my left, a counter with a metal sink sits
(05:54):
beneath wall. Mounted cabinets. A door relates to what I
assume was once in office for the mortician. Wow, Cassie breathes,
already opening cabinets to investigate their contents. This place is amazing.
Amazing isn't exactly the word I'd use, but I kept
that thought to myself. As my eyes addressed to the
dim light, they're drawn to the wall directly in front
(06:14):
of me. Five large metal drawers protrude from the wall,
each approximately three feet wide and just as tall. I
know immediately what they were for, and a sense of
dread washes over me. Hey, look at this, Cassie calls
out excitement and her voice. She's found something in one
of the cabinets, an old, dusty ledger. This must be
where they kept the records of the bodies brought in. Great,
I'm utter, forcing a smile. Just what we need. Come on,
(06:37):
let's ask some questions and see if we can get
a response, she suggests, pulling out her audio recorder. We
take turn asking questions. Our voice is echoing through the
empty room. I struggle to keep my tone serious as
I address the spirits I'm not even sure exist. Meanwhile,
Cassie speaks with such conviction that it's clear she truly
believes someone or something is listening. Hello, she calls out,
(06:57):
her voice firm and respectful. Is there anyone here who
would like to communicate with us? We're not here to
harm you. We just want to learn your story. A
sudden chill creeps down my spine. As we continue our search,
the air growing colder with each passing second, I catch
a whiff of something stale and musty, like damp wood
left to rod in a forgotten corner. The smell lingers,
(07:17):
thick and oppressive, suffocating the air around us.
Speaker 2 (07:20):
Did you hear that?
Speaker 3 (07:21):
Cassie whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of
my heart. I strained my ears, listening for any sounds
out of the ordinary. The silence is deafening, broken only
by the faint creaking of the building settling around us.
The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint creaking
of the building surrounding us. Probably just the pipes, I mutter, unconvincingly,
(07:43):
unable to shake the feeling that something is watching us
from the shadows, we continue to search the room, opening
every cabinet and drawer, our flashlights casting aery beams of
light across the cold concrete floor. Let's try another EVP session,
Cassie suggests, pulling her digital voice recorder once more. Maybe
good a response this time? Sure, I replied, trying to
(08:03):
sound confident, even as my hands tremble with fear. Why not?
My take turns asking questions, our voices echoing through the
empty room, bouncing off the cold walls, and ringing in
our ears. I struggled to keep my tone serious as
I addressed what I still believe to be an empty room.
While Cassie speaks with such conviction, it's clear she truly
believes someone where something is listening. Hello, she calls out,
(08:26):
her voice firm yet respectful. Is there anyone here who
would like to communicate with us? We're not here to
harm you. We just want to learn your story. The
sound of our breathing fills the room as we stand
in front of the remaining drawers, A strange mix of
apprehension and curiosity written on our faces. I glance over
at Cassie, noticing her slight squirm and furrowed brow.
Speaker 1 (08:46):
What is it?
Speaker 3 (08:47):
I ask, concerned about what she might be thinking. She
hesitates for a moment before speaking I was thinking about
laying down on one of the trays and having you
close the drawer so I could have an EVP session.
Are crazy? The words slip out before I can stop them.
The idea of willingly climbing into one of those cold
metal tombs sends a shiver down my spine. But I
(09:08):
know better than to try to talk Cassie out of
something once she set her mind to it. Probably, she shrugs,
her eyes, gleaming with determination. She pulls out her digital
recorder and hits the star button, then turns to face
the center drawer. With surprising agility, she hoists herself up
onto the tray, open the drawer when I knock. Okay,
she instrokes, her voice steady despite the situation. Fine, I
(09:29):
reluctantly agree, still thinking this is a terrible idea. But
I really don't think this is necessary. Cassie ignores my
protests and settles down on the tray, her body disappearing
into the darkness. As I slide the drawer shut, the
sound of metal against metal echoes through the empty room,
amplifying my unease. I wait, listening intently for any sign
she's ready to come out. There's a muffled knock from within,
(09:51):
and I quickly grasped the handle to pull the drawer
open again. Cassie emerges, her face pale but determined. Did
you hear anything, I ask, trying to keep my voice dead.
Nothing yet, she replies, scrolling through the audio on her recorder.
But that doesn't mean there's nothing here. Sometimes it takes
a while for the spirits to make their presence known, right,
I mutter, unconvinced, But as I watch her focus intently
(10:12):
on the task at hand, her face a picture of
determination and fearlessness, I can't help but feel a newfound
respect for her. Even if I don't share her beliefs
in the paranormal, I have to admire her courage. Let's
check out the other drawers, she suggested, once she's satisfied
with her EVP session. Maybe we'll find something there. Sure,
I agree, swallowing my apprehension. If Cassie can face her
(10:32):
fears head on like this, then so can I. And
who knows, maybe tonight will be the night that changes
everything I thought I knew about the world. The sudden,
blood curdling scream that tore through the air made every
hair on my body stand on end. I fumbled with
the handle, desperately trying to pull the door open, as
the sound of frantic pounding echoed from the room. The
moment the door slid open, Cassi practically threw herself out
(10:53):
into the dark, her breath coming in short gasps and
tears streaming down her face. What happened, I asked, my
heart pounding in my I had assumed she was claustrophobic
at first, but I couldn't see why she would have
gone inside the drawer if that were the case. The
air around us seemed to grow colder, and an unmistakable
stench of rot filled my nostrils. I shuddered involuntarily and
swung my flashlight around, searching for the source of the
(11:15):
smell and the chilling breeze. Nothing appeared out of place,
and within moments the odor and gold vanished as quickly
as they had come. Hey, Hey, it's okay, I murmured,
kneeling beside Cassie and rubbing her back in a feudile
attempt to calm her down. It took five minutes before
she finally composed herself enough to stand up. Let's get
out of here, she whispered, her face still pale and shaken.
(11:36):
Without waiting for a response, she darted towards the door,
clearly eager to leave the morgue behind. As we made
our way back to the first floor, she recounted her
terrifying experience inside the drawer, the overwhelming stench of decay,
the greasy, wet sensation of something dripping on her face,
and the barely audible whisper that sent her into a
blind panic. I don't understand how you're clean, though, I said,
(11:56):
struggling to make sense of what she'd gone through. And
something really did drip on you be some trace of it, right,
Maybe whatever it was if operated when the door opened,
or maybe it was just a hollctination, she offered, her
voice trembling. I don't know, but I swear I felt it.
Either way, Let's just get out of here, I said,
my own nerves a frayed. We hurried back to the
rest of our group, eager to leave the abandoned hospital
and it's unsettling secrets behind. Did you feel that, I asked,
(12:19):
unable to keep the tremor from my voice. Cassie nods,
her pace fail as she clutches at her flashlight. Yeah,
it felt wrong, like something doesn't want us here. Can't
say I blame it, I mutter, quickening my pace. We've
seen too much tonight, experience things that have shaken our
beliefs to their core. What once seemed like harmless ghost
stories now feels all too real, and neither of us
(12:40):
can shake the feeling that we're not alone. The stench
of decay still clings in my nostrils. Even as Cassie
and I make our way out of the abandoned hospital,
I can't help but still a glance at her, wondering
if she's still shaken by what happened in the morgue.
It seems impossible that we'd experience something supernatural, but the
evidence was undeniable. Is everything all right, I ask her,
voice barely a whisper. Cassie nods, though her eyes remain distant.
(13:03):
I think so. I just want to get out of here.
As we leave the building and return to our car,
I can't check the feeling that there's more to this
that means the eye. Later that night, after our nerves
have settled somewhat, we upload the contents of the digital
recorder on her laptop. My heart raises as we prepare
to listen to the audio, hoping it will provide some answers. Ready,
Cassie asks, looking at me with a mixture of apprehension
(13:24):
and determination. Let's do it, I reply, stealing myself or
whatever might be on the recording. When we hear the
whisper that sent Cassie into panic, my blood runs cold.
It's unmistakably a voice saying her name, followed by the
chilling sound of something thick and wet dripping. The room
suddenly feels colder, and I shiver involuntarily. Did you hear that?
Cassie's voice trembles, and I nod your name and the
(13:47):
dripping sound I confirm, unable to hide my own fear.
Who was real? Wasn't it? She swallows hard. I guess
it was? But what does it mean? Maybe nothing, I muse,
trying to reassure her. But maybe there's more to this
world than we thought. Cassie never leads another tour group
after that night. Our experience in the Morgue has shaken
her to her core, and I can't blame her. As
(14:08):
for me, it forces me to re evaluate my beliefs
about the supernatural. I never thought i'd say this But
now I believe that there might be spirits lingering after death.
Would I be willing to seek them out again? Not
if I had a choice. But as the memory of
that night and the Morgue continues to haunt me, I
can't help but wonder what else is lurking in the shadows,
just beyond our understanding.
Welcome to the ghost Story, the podcast that on earths
the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode,
we bring you first hand accounts of ghostly encounters as
told by those who've experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself
(00:27):
for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena.
Whether you're a sceptic or a believer, prepared to be
captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Welcome to ghost Story Podcast. I'm your host, author Eve s. Evans.
I invite you to explore the realm of the supernatural
with me, from haunted houses to ghostly apparitions. We're going
to uncover the secrets behind the unexplained. Join us as
we listen attentively to individuals who have faced the spectral unknown,
(01:30):
sharing their spine chilling experiences and the lingering questions that
still haunt them. Get ready to confront the paranormal and
discover the truth behind each bone chilling tail. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
The moment I step through the doors of the abandoned hospital,
a shiver runs down my spine. I can't help but
feel like a trespasser in this forgotten place. The walls
are peeling and crumbling, and the air is heavy with
the scent of mildew and decay. My skepticism. I can't
shake the feeling that something sinister lurks in the shadows.
Isn't this amazing, Cassie claims, her voice echoing through the
(02:08):
dark halls. She's practically balancing with excitement, her eyes shining
like a kid in a candy store. I've been dying
to explore this place, really dying, I mutter under my breath,
trying not to roll my eyes. You have an interesting
choice of words, considering where we're headed. As we walk
through the seemingly endless maze of hallways, our flashlights illuminate
(02:30):
grammy floors and long abandoned wheelchairs. The whir of the
audio recorder is the only sound aside from our footsteps
and the occasional creaking of the old structure. Okay, spirits,
we're here, Cassie announces as she enters yet another room,
her voice wavering between confident and uncertain. If you're around,
give us a sign silence, Maybe try asking nicely, I suggest,
(02:53):
smirking fine, Cassie huffs, before trying again, Please, kind Spirits,
if you're around, we'd really do appreciate any sign of
your presence. Still nothing, I stifle a laugh, watching as
Cassie's enthusiasm starts to fade. But she's not one to
give up easily, so we continue our search for the
elusive spirits. Finally we find ourselves standing outside the morgue.
(03:14):
My heart pounds on my chest and I'm suddenly aware
of every breath I take. The cold, sterile air sends
chills done my spine, and the smell of disinfectant mixed
with something darker hangs heavy in the air. Ready, Cassie asks,
her voice barely above a whisper. I nod, and we
push open the door. The morgue is just as grim
as I imagined. The room is dominated by five metal drawers,
(03:38):
each large enough to hold a body. The sight of
them sends a wave of nausea through me, and my
mind races with the thoughts of the dead who once
occupied the space. Wow, Cassie breathes, clearly undaunted by our surroundings.
This is incredible. Sure, if your idea of incredible is
poking around a room full of dead bodies, I grumble,
come on, she urgeslling out the audio recorder. Let's see
(04:01):
if we can get a response in here. We take
turns asking questions, but the silence remains unbroken. I can't
help but feel relieved. The last thing I want is
for some restless spirit to make its presence known. Maybe
they're just shy, Cassie suggests, trying to hide her disappointment.
Or maybe, I say, fighting back a smile. There's nothing
here at all. Hey, hey, you never know, she replies,
(04:24):
her voice full of hope. We might just catch something
when we review the recordings later. Right, I agree, But
as I watch her face light up with excitement, I
can't help but be grateful for this strange, eerie adventure
we're sharing. Who knows what we'll find lurking in the shadows.
The show of the basement seeps through my clothes as
we make our way down the dark hallway, guided only
by the narrow beams of our flashlights. I'd warn warmer clothes,
(04:46):
but they do little defend off the cold and damp
that clings to every surface. Cassie walks beside me, her
excitement practically radiating off her in waves, even though she's
been here numerous times before each knowing best toation seems
to thrill her just as much as the last. Almost there,
she says, consulting the map one more time before folding
it up and tucking it in her back pocket. I
(05:08):
can't wait to see what we find me neither, I reply,
though my enthusiasm is not quite as genuine. The truth
is I'd rather be anywhere else right now, but something
about Cassie's infectious energy makes it almost impossible not to
get caught up in the moment we finally arrive at
the door leading to the morgue. It's whiter than the others,
a testament to the gurneies that once passed through carrying
lifeless bodies. I reach the cold silver handle, hesitating for
(05:32):
just a moment before pulling it open. Stepping inside, I'm
surprised by how ordinary it all looks. The space is
nothing like the gruesome scenes from horror movies that had
played in my head on the way down. Instead, the
room is dark and utilitarian, with concrete walls painted white
and a matching floor that still holds a slight sheen.
To my left, a counter with a metal sink sits
(05:54):
beneath wall. Mounted cabinets. A door relates to what I
assume was once in office for the mortician. Wow, Cassie breathes,
already opening cabinets to investigate their contents. This place is amazing.
Amazing isn't exactly the word I'd use, but I kept
that thought to myself. As my eyes addressed to the
dim light, they're drawn to the wall directly in front
(06:14):
of me. Five large metal drawers protrude from the wall,
each approximately three feet wide and just as tall. I
know immediately what they were for, and a sense of
dread washes over me. Hey, look at this, Cassie calls
out excitement and her voice. She's found something in one
of the cabinets, an old, dusty ledger. This must be
where they kept the records of the bodies brought in. Great,
I'm utter, forcing a smile. Just what we need. Come on,
(06:37):
let's ask some questions and see if we can get
a response, she suggests, pulling out her audio recorder. We
take turn asking questions. Our voice is echoing through the
empty room. I struggle to keep my tone serious as
I address the spirits I'm not even sure exist. Meanwhile,
Cassie speaks with such conviction that it's clear she truly
believes someone or something is listening. Hello, she calls out,
(06:57):
her voice firm and respectful. Is there anyone here who
would like to communicate with us? We're not here to
harm you. We just want to learn your story. A
sudden chill creeps down my spine. As we continue our search,
the air growing colder with each passing second, I catch
a whiff of something stale and musty, like damp wood
left to rod in a forgotten corner. The smell lingers,
(07:17):
thick and oppressive, suffocating the air around us.
Speaker 2 (07:20):
Did you hear that?
Speaker 3 (07:21):
Cassie whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of
my heart. I strained my ears, listening for any sounds
out of the ordinary. The silence is deafening, broken only
by the faint creaking of the building settling around us.
The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint creaking
of the building surrounding us. Probably just the pipes, I mutter, unconvincingly,
(07:43):
unable to shake the feeling that something is watching us
from the shadows, we continue to search the room, opening
every cabinet and drawer, our flashlights casting aery beams of
light across the cold concrete floor. Let's try another EVP session,
Cassie suggests, pulling her digital voice recorder once more. Maybe
good a response this time? Sure, I replied, trying to
(08:03):
sound confident, even as my hands tremble with fear. Why not?
My take turns asking questions, our voices echoing through the
empty room, bouncing off the cold walls, and ringing in
our ears. I struggled to keep my tone serious as
I addressed what I still believe to be an empty room.
While Cassie speaks with such conviction, it's clear she truly
believes someone where something is listening. Hello, she calls out,
(08:26):
her voice firm yet respectful. Is there anyone here who
would like to communicate with us? We're not here to
harm you. We just want to learn your story. The
sound of our breathing fills the room as we stand
in front of the remaining drawers, A strange mix of
apprehension and curiosity written on our faces. I glance over
at Cassie, noticing her slight squirm and furrowed brow.
Speaker 1 (08:46):
What is it?
Speaker 3 (08:47):
I ask, concerned about what she might be thinking. She
hesitates for a moment before speaking I was thinking about
laying down on one of the trays and having you
close the drawer so I could have an EVP session.
Are crazy? The words slip out before I can stop them.
The idea of willingly climbing into one of those cold
metal tombs sends a shiver down my spine. But I
(09:08):
know better than to try to talk Cassie out of
something once she set her mind to it. Probably, she shrugs,
her eyes, gleaming with determination. She pulls out her digital
recorder and hits the star button, then turns to face
the center drawer. With surprising agility, she hoists herself up
onto the tray, open the drawer when I knock. Okay,
she instrokes, her voice steady despite the situation. Fine, I
(09:29):
reluctantly agree, still thinking this is a terrible idea. But
I really don't think this is necessary. Cassie ignores my
protests and settles down on the tray, her body disappearing
into the darkness. As I slide the drawer shut, the
sound of metal against metal echoes through the empty room,
amplifying my unease. I wait, listening intently for any sign
she's ready to come out. There's a muffled knock from within,
(09:51):
and I quickly grasped the handle to pull the drawer
open again. Cassie emerges, her face pale but determined. Did
you hear anything, I ask, trying to keep my voice dead.
Nothing yet, she replies, scrolling through the audio on her recorder.
But that doesn't mean there's nothing here. Sometimes it takes
a while for the spirits to make their presence known, right,
I mutter, unconvinced, But as I watch her focus intently
(10:12):
on the task at hand, her face a picture of
determination and fearlessness, I can't help but feel a newfound
respect for her. Even if I don't share her beliefs
in the paranormal, I have to admire her courage. Let's
check out the other drawers, she suggested, once she's satisfied
with her EVP session. Maybe we'll find something there. Sure,
I agree, swallowing my apprehension. If Cassie can face her
(10:32):
fears head on like this, then so can I. And
who knows, maybe tonight will be the night that changes
everything I thought I knew about the world. The sudden,
blood curdling scream that tore through the air made every
hair on my body stand on end. I fumbled with
the handle, desperately trying to pull the door open, as
the sound of frantic pounding echoed from the room. The
moment the door slid open, Cassi practically threw herself out
(10:53):
into the dark, her breath coming in short gasps and
tears streaming down her face. What happened, I asked, my
heart pounding in my I had assumed she was claustrophobic
at first, but I couldn't see why she would have
gone inside the drawer if that were the case. The
air around us seemed to grow colder, and an unmistakable
stench of rot filled my nostrils. I shuddered involuntarily and
swung my flashlight around, searching for the source of the
(11:15):
smell and the chilling breeze. Nothing appeared out of place,
and within moments the odor and gold vanished as quickly
as they had come. Hey, Hey, it's okay, I murmured,
kneeling beside Cassie and rubbing her back in a feudile
attempt to calm her down. It took five minutes before
she finally composed herself enough to stand up. Let's get
out of here, she whispered, her face still pale and shaken.
(11:36):
Without waiting for a response, she darted towards the door,
clearly eager to leave the morgue behind. As we made
our way back to the first floor, she recounted her
terrifying experience inside the drawer, the overwhelming stench of decay,
the greasy, wet sensation of something dripping on her face,
and the barely audible whisper that sent her into a
blind panic. I don't understand how you're clean, though, I said,
(11:56):
struggling to make sense of what she'd gone through. And
something really did drip on you be some trace of it, right,
Maybe whatever it was if operated when the door opened,
or maybe it was just a hollctination, she offered, her
voice trembling. I don't know, but I swear I felt it.
Either way, Let's just get out of here, I said,
my own nerves a frayed. We hurried back to the
rest of our group, eager to leave the abandoned hospital
and it's unsettling secrets behind. Did you feel that, I asked,
(12:19):
unable to keep the tremor from my voice. Cassie nods,
her pace fail as she clutches at her flashlight. Yeah,
it felt wrong, like something doesn't want us here. Can't
say I blame it, I mutter, quickening my pace. We've
seen too much tonight, experience things that have shaken our
beliefs to their core. What once seemed like harmless ghost
stories now feels all too real, and neither of us
(12:40):
can shake the feeling that we're not alone. The stench
of decay still clings in my nostrils. Even as Cassie
and I make our way out of the abandoned hospital,
I can't help but still a glance at her, wondering
if she's still shaken by what happened in the morgue.
It seems impossible that we'd experience something supernatural, but the
evidence was undeniable. Is everything all right, I ask her,
voice barely a whisper. Cassie nods, though her eyes remain distant.
(13:03):
I think so. I just want to get out of here.
As we leave the building and return to our car,
I can't check the feeling that there's more to this
that means the eye. Later that night, after our nerves
have settled somewhat, we upload the contents of the digital
recorder on her laptop. My heart raises as we prepare
to listen to the audio, hoping it will provide some answers. Ready,
Cassie asks, looking at me with a mixture of apprehension
(13:24):
and determination. Let's do it, I reply, stealing myself or
whatever might be on the recording. When we hear the
whisper that sent Cassie into panic, my blood runs cold.
It's unmistakably a voice saying her name, followed by the
chilling sound of something thick and wet dripping. The room
suddenly feels colder, and I shiver involuntarily. Did you hear that?
Cassie's voice trembles, and I nod your name and the
(13:47):
dripping sound I confirm, unable to hide my own fear.
Who was real? Wasn't it? She swallows hard. I guess
it was? But what does it mean? Maybe nothing, I muse,
trying to reassure her. But maybe there's more to this
world than we thought. Cassie never leads another tour group
after that night. Our experience in the Morgue has shaken
her to her core, and I can't blame her. As
(14:08):
for me, it forces me to re evaluate my beliefs
about the supernatural. I never thought i'd say this But
now I believe that there might be spirits lingering after death.
Would I be willing to seek them out again? Not
if I had a choice. But as the memory of
that night and the Morgue continues to haunt me, I
can't help but wonder what else is lurking in the shadows,
just beyond our understanding.
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