May 2, 2025 • 9 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 tale. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
There is always some level of creepy when you think
of a mork. Just the word conjures images of bodies
slowly broughting away as they await burial. Many of us
even share the same fear that we might be left
on the slab, having no one to claim our remains
after we die. Almost saw people like myself get stigmatized
with the label strange to have taken on a job
in a morgue. I will admit, though even I would
(02:09):
consider myself to have deviated from the center of normalcy.
I only say this because of an incident that would
have scared off most normal people.
Speaker 2 (02:17):
Me.
Speaker 3 (02:17):
However, after getting over the initial shock of everything, only
dug in my heels. I was working at a hospital
shortly after finishing medical school in Chicago. While a couple
of my classmates had decided to take positions upstairs saving lives,
I had instead selected a position in the bowels of
the building. I was to be the assistant to the
coroner in the hospital. There were a few reasons for
(02:39):
this choice. First, I'd always liked to puzzle when it
came time to finding the reason for a person's death.
There were instances that weren't always so clear. I excelled
in these moments. Second of all, the man who ran
the department was getting up in age, and I saw
an opportunity to run my own department after his retirement.
(03:00):
For the next two years, I learned everything I could
from him. Like so many other jobs, the training we
got from our schooling fell far short of reality when
it came to the workings of the human body. My
superior was an artist. Learning what could cause the body
to fail required one to know not only how one worked,
but what minute problems could cause the seizing of these functions.
(03:21):
The end of his tenure there came all too soon,
and when he walked out of the door for the
final time, I didn't think I was truly ready to
take over. The lifetime of knowledge he possessed felt impossible
to replace, and we'd grown to be more than student
and teacher to friends and colleagues. I had yet to
select another member for my team, and I was beginning
to regret my procrastination. I had been working late into
(03:44):
the night, just trying to keep my head above water
for the past few weeks, and I was starting to
take its toll on me. Migraines, irritability, and just plain
exhaustion were a normal occurrence, but there was work to
be done, and it wasn't like I hadn't dealt with
similar things before or during my residency. It was during
this stretch that I was just finishing closing up the
chest of a young twenty something that had died of
(04:05):
multiple gunshot wounds to the chests and thee ar. Upstairs,
the clock had just passed midnight, and the call of
sleep wasn't just a drone, but an outright scream coming
from inside my brain. I all but ripped off my gloves, apron,
and mask and threw them in the BioPen, ready to
call it a night. I had just pushed open the
door when I heard a quick, rhythmic tapping coming from
(04:25):
behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, not expecting to
see anything out of the ordinary since I had been
alone most of the night. Just as I thought, the
room was empty, but the noise persisted. The sound had
a metallic quality to it, and the only metal in
the room beside the tools was the storage lockers where
the bodies were kept. I focus on the sound, trying
(04:47):
to pinpoint the direction was coming from. It only took
me a few seconds before I was certain the tapping
was definitely coming from the lockers themselves. My mind quickly
came up with two rational possibilities for the noise. First,
the inside of the t R was refrigerated. When the
metal was cooled, the change in temperature could cause the
metal to contract and thus creating a clicking. I'd heard
it before, but I dismissed this given the volume inconsistent
(05:10):
nature of the noise. The second option, though remote, was
a mouse or some other critter that had been trapped
in the drawer and was trying to burrow or find
a way out. This was particularly disturbing given the possibility
of damage to the deceased. I always prided myself in
the cleanliness of the morgue, and the idea that something
like this could happen was upsetting. I was still ten
(05:30):
feet away, but I could already tell that the source
of the noise was a second drawer from the right,
in the second row. My eyes glanced at the hand
over the tag would tell me whose body lay inside,
even though I already knew the drawer was empty. A
small victory, but one that at least had my breath
slow slightly. Given if it was a mouse, they weren't
going to be damaging anything. I reached for the handle,
(05:51):
ready to jump back in case the mouse suddenly jumped
out at me. When the door opened, I pulled, expecting
to hear the steal around the door release, but instead
it didn't budge. It was almost like the door was locked,
even though there was no way to secure it without
a padlock. Even then the door would have given a
little bit. This time, though, it felt like it had
been welded shut. I pulled again, hoping it was just stuck,
but it resisted me just as much as before. My
(06:13):
frustration turned outright concerned when the tapping suddenly became an
insistent pounding from the other side. I could feel the
vibration of the blows traveled through the metal and into
my hand that still gripped the handle. Whatever lay on
the other side had to be far bigger than a mouse,
given the strength of the impacts. My mind tried to
grasp but what it could be, but couldn't come up
with a plausible explanation. The screaming of a woman, muffled
(06:35):
by the insulated drawer cut through the room, and it
was like the blood in my veins turned ice. The
idea that someone had transferred a living person down here
and shut them inside was horrifying. The screaming reached a
level that I was convinced the person inside would shred
their vocal cords, but I probably would have done the
same thing if I had been dropped inside. The pounding
became almost frantic, which finally snapped me out of the
trance I was in. I yanked on the handle over
(06:57):
and over adrenaline, Feeling my efforts things seemed to make
any difference. I was torn. Did I run and try
to get help, or did I continue what seemed to
be a feudal attempt to get the locker open myself.
The decision was made for me when I started to
notice a difference in the volume of the yelling and
the strength in which she was hitting the other side
of the drawer. I was convinced she was running out
of oxygen, and if I didn't get this thing open soon,
(07:19):
she wouldn't make it. For two minutes, I gave it
everything I had. As I listened to her voice fade
and stop right along with the struggle to get out,
tears were running down my face and my entire body
felt like it had been beaten head to toe. Even
though I knew it was too late to save her, still,
I couldn't just leave someone trapped inside. I braced my
foot against the metal wall and pulled with everything I had.
(07:41):
To my surprise, the door opened just like it always had,
and the sudden loss of resistance had me flying backwards
and falling painfully on my arm and hip. Regardless, I
was quickly on my feet and rushing to the drawer,
hoping to give aid to the poor woman. But when
I looked inside, I could do nothing but freeze in
my tracks. The drawer was completely empty. I seeing was impossible.
(08:01):
I'd heard her voice, I'd felt the impact as she
struggled to free herself, Yet here I was looking at
an empty drawer. I'm sure of what to believe. I
shut the drawer and walked out of the room, almost
in a state of shock. Sure I'd been exhausted at
the time, but to have some sort of hallucination to
the extent that I could hear and feel someone struggling
inside that drawer seemed a bit of a stretch. Things
(08:24):
didn't in there, though. For the next two weeks I
found myself having very vivid dreams in which I was
the one who was stuck inside the drawer. As I
struggled to get out, I could feel my lungs beginning
to burn as the oxygen quickly became thin. I would
find myself shooting awake and gasping for breath, as if
my very life depended on it. What was the cause
of this strange occurrence? To this day, I'm really not
(08:46):
sure what to think. Was it a ghost of a
woman who had been thought dead and taken to the
morgue at some point. I'd looked into that possibility, but
found no evidence to support that theory. But I'm not
sure a hospital would want to have something like that.
I'd known if they did. To this day, I haven't
experienced anything like that again, But when you're around as
much death as I am, I feel that it's just
(09:07):
a matter of time.
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 tale. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
There is always some level of creepy when you think
of a mork. Just the word conjures images of bodies
slowly broughting away as they await burial. Many of us
even share the same fear that we might be left
on the slab, having no one to claim our remains
after we die. Almost saw people like myself get stigmatized
with the label strange to have taken on a job
in a morgue. I will admit, though even I would
(02:09):
consider myself to have deviated from the center of normalcy.
I only say this because of an incident that would
have scared off most normal people.
Speaker 2 (02:17):
Me.
Speaker 3 (02:17):
However, after getting over the initial shock of everything, only
dug in my heels. I was working at a hospital
shortly after finishing medical school in Chicago. While a couple
of my classmates had decided to take positions upstairs saving lives,
I had instead selected a position in the bowels of
the building. I was to be the assistant to the
coroner in the hospital. There were a few reasons for
(02:39):
this choice. First, I'd always liked to puzzle when it
came time to finding the reason for a person's death.
There were instances that weren't always so clear. I excelled
in these moments. Second of all, the man who ran
the department was getting up in age, and I saw
an opportunity to run my own department after his retirement.
(03:00):
For the next two years, I learned everything I could
from him. Like so many other jobs, the training we
got from our schooling fell far short of reality when
it came to the workings of the human body. My
superior was an artist. Learning what could cause the body
to fail required one to know not only how one worked,
but what minute problems could cause the seizing of these functions.
(03:21):
The end of his tenure there came all too soon,
and when he walked out of the door for the
final time, I didn't think I was truly ready to
take over. The lifetime of knowledge he possessed felt impossible
to replace, and we'd grown to be more than student
and teacher to friends and colleagues. I had yet to
select another member for my team, and I was beginning
to regret my procrastination. I had been working late into
(03:44):
the night, just trying to keep my head above water
for the past few weeks, and I was starting to
take its toll on me. Migraines, irritability, and just plain
exhaustion were a normal occurrence, but there was work to
be done, and it wasn't like I hadn't dealt with
similar things before or during my residency. It was during
this stretch that I was just finishing closing up the
chest of a young twenty something that had died of
(04:05):
multiple gunshot wounds to the chests and thee ar. Upstairs,
the clock had just passed midnight, and the call of
sleep wasn't just a drone, but an outright scream coming
from inside my brain. I all but ripped off my gloves, apron,
and mask and threw them in the BioPen, ready to
call it a night. I had just pushed open the
door when I heard a quick, rhythmic tapping coming from
(04:25):
behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, not expecting to
see anything out of the ordinary since I had been
alone most of the night. Just as I thought, the
room was empty, but the noise persisted. The sound had
a metallic quality to it, and the only metal in
the room beside the tools was the storage lockers where
the bodies were kept. I focus on the sound, trying
(04:47):
to pinpoint the direction was coming from. It only took
me a few seconds before I was certain the tapping
was definitely coming from the lockers themselves. My mind quickly
came up with two rational possibilities for the noise. First,
the inside of the t R was refrigerated. When the
metal was cooled, the change in temperature could cause the
metal to contract and thus creating a clicking. I'd heard
it before, but I dismissed this given the volume inconsistent
(05:10):
nature of the noise. The second option, though remote, was
a mouse or some other critter that had been trapped
in the drawer and was trying to burrow or find
a way out. This was particularly disturbing given the possibility
of damage to the deceased. I always prided myself in
the cleanliness of the morgue, and the idea that something
like this could happen was upsetting. I was still ten
(05:30):
feet away, but I could already tell that the source
of the noise was a second drawer from the right,
in the second row. My eyes glanced at the hand
over the tag would tell me whose body lay inside,
even though I already knew the drawer was empty. A
small victory, but one that at least had my breath
slow slightly. Given if it was a mouse, they weren't
going to be damaging anything. I reached for the handle,
(05:51):
ready to jump back in case the mouse suddenly jumped
out at me. When the door opened, I pulled, expecting
to hear the steal around the door release, but instead
it didn't budge. It was almost like the door was locked,
even though there was no way to secure it without
a padlock. Even then the door would have given a
little bit. This time, though, it felt like it had
been welded shut. I pulled again, hoping it was just stuck,
but it resisted me just as much as before. My
(06:13):
frustration turned outright concerned when the tapping suddenly became an
insistent pounding from the other side. I could feel the
vibration of the blows traveled through the metal and into
my hand that still gripped the handle. Whatever lay on
the other side had to be far bigger than a mouse,
given the strength of the impacts. My mind tried to
grasp but what it could be, but couldn't come up
with a plausible explanation. The screaming of a woman, muffled
(06:35):
by the insulated drawer cut through the room, and it
was like the blood in my veins turned ice. The
idea that someone had transferred a living person down here
and shut them inside was horrifying. The screaming reached a
level that I was convinced the person inside would shred
their vocal cords, but I probably would have done the
same thing if I had been dropped inside. The pounding
became almost frantic, which finally snapped me out of the
trance I was in. I yanked on the handle over
(06:57):
and over adrenaline, Feeling my efforts things seemed to make
any difference. I was torn. Did I run and try
to get help, or did I continue what seemed to
be a feudal attempt to get the locker open myself.
The decision was made for me when I started to
notice a difference in the volume of the yelling and
the strength in which she was hitting the other side
of the drawer. I was convinced she was running out
of oxygen, and if I didn't get this thing open soon,
(07:19):
she wouldn't make it. For two minutes, I gave it
everything I had. As I listened to her voice fade
and stop right along with the struggle to get out,
tears were running down my face and my entire body
felt like it had been beaten head to toe. Even
though I knew it was too late to save her, still,
I couldn't just leave someone trapped inside. I braced my
foot against the metal wall and pulled with everything I had.
(07:41):
To my surprise, the door opened just like it always had,
and the sudden loss of resistance had me flying backwards
and falling painfully on my arm and hip. Regardless, I
was quickly on my feet and rushing to the drawer,
hoping to give aid to the poor woman. But when
I looked inside, I could do nothing but freeze in
my tracks. The drawer was completely empty. I seeing was impossible.
(08:01):
I'd heard her voice, I'd felt the impact as she
struggled to free herself, Yet here I was looking at
an empty drawer. I'm sure of what to believe. I
shut the drawer and walked out of the room, almost
in a state of shock. Sure I'd been exhausted at
the time, but to have some sort of hallucination to
the extent that I could hear and feel someone struggling
inside that drawer seemed a bit of a stretch. Things
(08:24):
didn't in there, though. For the next two weeks I
found myself having very vivid dreams in which I was
the one who was stuck inside the drawer. As I
struggled to get out, I could feel my lungs beginning
to burn as the oxygen quickly became thin. I would
find myself shooting awake and gasping for breath, as if
my very life depended on it. What was the cause
of this strange occurrence? To this day, I'm really not
(08:46):
sure what to think. Was it a ghost of a
woman who had been thought dead and taken to the
morgue at some point. I'd looked into that possibility, but
found no evidence to support that theory. But I'm not
sure a hospital would want to have something like that.
I'd known if they did. To this day, I haven't
experienced anything like that again, But when you're around as
much death as I am, I feel that it's just
(09:07):
a matter of time.
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