April 25, 2025 • 8 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:03):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.
Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything
(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, eve
As Evans. Today we have another haunting story for you.
So sit back and relax, because ghost stories are next.
Speaker 3 (01:12):
The fluorescent lights above cast a cold, sterile glow over
the morgue, casting ears shadows in every corner. The smell
of disinfectant hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the
ever present scent of death. My bathing's slow and measured.
My mouth tastes like I've been sucking on old pennies,
that metallic tinge never quite leaving me. I stand before
the last autopsy table, the body covered in a white sheet.
(01:34):
Crumpled papers litter the surface of my desk. Nearby, remnants
of countless cases that have passed through this room. The
steady hum of machines fills the silence, but tonight it's
not enough to drown out the disquiet gnawing at my gut.
My heart skips a beat when I hear footsteps approaching
from behind. I whip around, expecting to see a colleague
or someone from the hospital administration. But there's no one there.
(01:54):
The door is closed. The only sound now echoing through
the room are the worrying ventilation fans above. Get a grip,
I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease
creeping up my spine. It's just your imagination. But then
the footsteps resoom, and they're coming straight towards me. Panic
bubbles in my chest as a chill envelopes the room,
the temperature plummeting, my hands tremble, the pen slipping from
(02:16):
my fingers. I can't breathe. It feels like the very
air is being stucked out of my lungs. How is
the hair? I call out, my voice cracking. No answer,
just the relentless march of invisible feet moving closer and closer.
I heard stories, whispers of strange occurrences throughout the hospital,
ghostly apparitions, disembodied voices. I dismissed them as tall tails
(02:37):
spun by the sleep deprived and overworked staff. Yet the
fear gripping me now is all too real. The footsteps
suddenly stop, and an icy gust of wind brushes past
my ear. Ghostbumps are rubbed across my skin, and I
can't suppress a screen that tears from my throat. Is
this some cruel game and torment designed to break me?
The air in the room felt heavier, suffocating me as
my pen trembled over the last page of the report.
(02:58):
I tried to push away the lingering fet reminding myself
that I had a job to do. Two minutes, just
two minutes, and I'd be done with this hellish night.
But the universe had other plans. The lights flickered once twice,
and then darkness swallowed the whole room. My heart beat
thundered in my ears, drowning out all the other sounds.
Panics surged through my veins like ice cold water, numbing
(03:19):
my fingers and stealing my breath. No, no, I whispered,
my voice, trembling as much as my hands. Get it together,
I scolded myself, desperately trying to ward off the paralyzing terror.
It's just a power outage. You've dealt with this before,
but this was different, and I knew it deeped down
in my bones. This wasn't a simple electrical issue. It
was something more sinister, something that fed on my fear
(03:39):
and reveled in my vulnerability. Blindly, I stumbled forward, arms
stretched like a lost soul, grasping at the unseen world
around me. The cold tile floor felt slick beneath my
feet as I struggled to maintain my balance. The cold
tile floor felt slick beneath my feet as I struggled
to maintain my balance. The smell of disinfectant and death
(04:00):
hung heavy in the air, clawing at the back of
my throat. Tastes of vile and dread lingered on my tongue,
an unwelcome reminder of the nightmare I wished to escape.
Where is the door, I thought, my mind racing in
circles as it searched for any shred of familiarity. I
know this place by heart. I should be able to
find it even in pitch black, but feared stripped me
of my sense of direction, casting me adrift in a
(04:20):
sea of darkness. Every step took me further from the
safety I craved deeper into the cold embrace of the
shadows that seemed to tighten their grip on my heart
with every passing second. The darkness was so absolute that
it felt like a physical presence enveloping me. As the
footsteps began again, they were slow and deliberate at first,
echoing through the morgue as if taunting me. I could
feel my heart pounding in my chest, each thump resonating
(04:42):
throughout my entire body. Please just be my imagination, I
whispered to myself, though deep down I knew it couldn't be.
The steps grew louder and more frantic, coming from every direction,
even above me, as if someone or something were running
on the ceiling. Panic bubbled within me, and without thinking,
I started screaming for help, Please help me. My voice
cracked raw with fear as the primal terror took over.
(05:05):
Soon all that came out were guttural, inhuman sounds, the
shrieks of a cornered animal. My throat burned and I
could barely breathe. But I couldn't stop. I was beyond reason,
lost in the nightmare that had become my reality. My
footsteps seemed to multiply their speed, reaching an impossible level.
A cold sweat broke out of my skin as I
tried to make sense of what was happening. Are there
(05:27):
more of them? What do they want with me? The
question swirled in my head, only heightening my fear. Then suddenly,
the chaotic cacophony ceased, leaving only the sound of my
ragged breaths in the oppressive silence. I strained my ears,
trying to discern any trace of movement. For a moment,
there was nothing. Then two slow, deliberate steps rang out,
(05:50):
followed by an abrupt burst of movement that headed straight
for me. I braced myself for impact, my body tense
as I prepared for whatever horror awaited me, but the
collision of ever came. Instead, A nauseating wave of dizziness
and sickness washed over me, disorienting me further. My vision
swam in the darkness, and I felt like I was
being pulled in every direction at once. That's when the
(06:12):
lights flickered back to life, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.
As my eyes adjusted, I found myself bent over, staring
into the lifeless face of the corpse I had been
working on earlier. The sight sent a fresh jolt of
terror through me, and I screamed involuntarily. Ga wait, I
choked out, stumbling backward as nausea finally overwhelmed me. Everything
I had eaten that day came rushing back, spilling onto
(06:33):
the cold sterile floor with sickening splatter. My legs gave
out beneath me, and I stumped down against the wall,
guesping for air and fighting back tears. Was it all
just a whoa's nation? I wondered, though I knew that
couldn't be true. Whatever it was that had tormented me,
it had left its mark, fair clung to me like
a second skin, and I doubted I would ever be
able to shake it off completely. A solitary light flickers
(06:54):
above me, casting eery shadows on the cold steril walls.
I can't shake the feeling that something is watching me
from the darkness. My heart races as I glance around nervously,
my hands trembling slightly. How could I have ever thought
that working in a morgue would be a fulfilling job.
It's been a month since that night, and every time
I step in this place, I'm reminded of the terror
that gripped me get yourself together, I mutter under my breath,
(07:15):
trying to steady my nerves. It was just one night,
one freakish, unexplainable night. But deep down I know it's
not that simple. The memory of those footsteps, that icye
breath on my neck, the sheer panic that consumed me
still haunt me, and despite my attempts to rationalize the experience,
I can't help but fear that it could happen again
at any moment. Maybe it's time, I whispered to myself,
(07:37):
seriously considering the idea of leaving this job behind. Maybe
I need a fresh start. I can't deny that the
thought of finding a new job isn't both terrifying and
liberating at the same time. On one hand, it would
mean stepping out of my comfort zone and venturing into
the unknown. But on the other hand, it might just
be the change that I need to finally move past
that horrifying night. Who knows what could happen, I say
(07:59):
out loud, a shiver running down my spine as I
think back to the terror I experienced. But maybe, just
maybe it's worth the risk.
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.
Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything
(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, eve
As Evans. Today we have another haunting story for you.
So sit back and relax, because ghost stories are next.
Speaker 3 (01:12):
The fluorescent lights above cast a cold, sterile glow over
the morgue, casting ears shadows in every corner. The smell
of disinfectant hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the
ever present scent of death. My bathing's slow and measured.
My mouth tastes like I've been sucking on old pennies,
that metallic tinge never quite leaving me. I stand before
the last autopsy table, the body covered in a white sheet.
(01:34):
Crumpled papers litter the surface of my desk. Nearby, remnants
of countless cases that have passed through this room. The
steady hum of machines fills the silence, but tonight it's
not enough to drown out the disquiet gnawing at my gut.
My heart skips a beat when I hear footsteps approaching
from behind. I whip around, expecting to see a colleague
or someone from the hospital administration. But there's no one there.
(01:54):
The door is closed. The only sound now echoing through
the room are the worrying ventilation fans above. Get a grip,
I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease
creeping up my spine. It's just your imagination. But then
the footsteps resoom, and they're coming straight towards me. Panic
bubbles in my chest as a chill envelopes the room,
the temperature plummeting, my hands tremble, the pen slipping from
(02:16):
my fingers. I can't breathe. It feels like the very
air is being stucked out of my lungs. How is
the hair? I call out, my voice cracking. No answer,
just the relentless march of invisible feet moving closer and closer.
I heard stories, whispers of strange occurrences throughout the hospital,
ghostly apparitions, disembodied voices. I dismissed them as tall tails
(02:37):
spun by the sleep deprived and overworked staff. Yet the
fear gripping me now is all too real. The footsteps
suddenly stop, and an icy gust of wind brushes past
my ear. Ghostbumps are rubbed across my skin, and I
can't suppress a screen that tears from my throat. Is
this some cruel game and torment designed to break me?
The air in the room felt heavier, suffocating me as
my pen trembled over the last page of the report.
(02:58):
I tried to push away the lingering fet reminding myself
that I had a job to do. Two minutes, just
two minutes, and I'd be done with this hellish night.
But the universe had other plans. The lights flickered once twice,
and then darkness swallowed the whole room. My heart beat
thundered in my ears, drowning out all the other sounds.
Panics surged through my veins like ice cold water, numbing
(03:19):
my fingers and stealing my breath. No, no, I whispered,
my voice, trembling as much as my hands. Get it together,
I scolded myself, desperately trying to ward off the paralyzing terror.
It's just a power outage. You've dealt with this before,
but this was different, and I knew it deeped down
in my bones. This wasn't a simple electrical issue. It
was something more sinister, something that fed on my fear
(03:39):
and reveled in my vulnerability. Blindly, I stumbled forward, arms
stretched like a lost soul, grasping at the unseen world
around me. The cold tile floor felt slick beneath my
feet as I struggled to maintain my balance. The cold
tile floor felt slick beneath my feet as I struggled
to maintain my balance. The smell of disinfectant and death
(04:00):
hung heavy in the air, clawing at the back of
my throat. Tastes of vile and dread lingered on my tongue,
an unwelcome reminder of the nightmare I wished to escape.
Where is the door, I thought, my mind racing in
circles as it searched for any shred of familiarity. I
know this place by heart. I should be able to
find it even in pitch black, but feared stripped me
of my sense of direction, casting me adrift in a
(04:20):
sea of darkness. Every step took me further from the
safety I craved deeper into the cold embrace of the
shadows that seemed to tighten their grip on my heart
with every passing second. The darkness was so absolute that
it felt like a physical presence enveloping me. As the
footsteps began again, they were slow and deliberate at first,
echoing through the morgue as if taunting me. I could
feel my heart pounding in my chest, each thump resonating
(04:42):
throughout my entire body. Please just be my imagination, I
whispered to myself, though deep down I knew it couldn't be.
The steps grew louder and more frantic, coming from every direction,
even above me, as if someone or something were running
on the ceiling. Panic bubbled within me, and without thinking,
I started screaming for help, Please help me. My voice
cracked raw with fear as the primal terror took over.
(05:05):
Soon all that came out were guttural, inhuman sounds, the
shrieks of a cornered animal. My throat burned and I
could barely breathe. But I couldn't stop. I was beyond reason,
lost in the nightmare that had become my reality. My
footsteps seemed to multiply their speed, reaching an impossible level.
A cold sweat broke out of my skin as I
tried to make sense of what was happening. Are there
(05:27):
more of them? What do they want with me? The
question swirled in my head, only heightening my fear. Then suddenly,
the chaotic cacophony ceased, leaving only the sound of my
ragged breaths in the oppressive silence. I strained my ears,
trying to discern any trace of movement. For a moment,
there was nothing. Then two slow, deliberate steps rang out,
(05:50):
followed by an abrupt burst of movement that headed straight
for me. I braced myself for impact, my body tense
as I prepared for whatever horror awaited me, but the
collision of ever came. Instead, A nauseating wave of dizziness
and sickness washed over me, disorienting me further. My vision
swam in the darkness, and I felt like I was
being pulled in every direction at once. That's when the
(06:12):
lights flickered back to life, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.
As my eyes adjusted, I found myself bent over, staring
into the lifeless face of the corpse I had been
working on earlier. The sight sent a fresh jolt of
terror through me, and I screamed involuntarily. Ga wait, I
choked out, stumbling backward as nausea finally overwhelmed me. Everything
I had eaten that day came rushing back, spilling onto
(06:33):
the cold sterile floor with sickening splatter. My legs gave
out beneath me, and I stumped down against the wall,
guesping for air and fighting back tears. Was it all
just a whoa's nation? I wondered, though I knew that
couldn't be true. Whatever it was that had tormented me,
it had left its mark, fair clung to me like
a second skin, and I doubted I would ever be
able to shake it off completely. A solitary light flickers
(06:54):
above me, casting eery shadows on the cold steril walls.
I can't shake the feeling that something is watching me
from the darkness. My heart races as I glance around nervously,
my hands trembling slightly. How could I have ever thought
that working in a morgue would be a fulfilling job.
It's been a month since that night, and every time
I step in this place, I'm reminded of the terror
that gripped me get yourself together, I mutter under my breath,
(07:15):
trying to steady my nerves. It was just one night,
one freakish, unexplainable night. But deep down I know it's
not that simple. The memory of those footsteps, that icye
breath on my neck, the sheer panic that consumed me
still haunt me, and despite my attempts to rationalize the experience,
I can't help but fear that it could happen again
at any moment. Maybe it's time, I whispered to myself,
(07:37):
seriously considering the idea of leaving this job behind. Maybe
I need a fresh start. I can't deny that the
thought of finding a new job isn't both terrifying and
liberating at the same time. On one hand, it would
mean stepping out of my comfort zone and venturing into
the unknown. But on the other hand, it might just
be the change that I need to finally move past
that horrifying night. Who knows what could happen, I say
(07:59):
out loud, a shiver running down my spine as I
think back to the terror I experienced. But maybe, just
maybe it's worth the risk.
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