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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 up next.
Speaker 3 (01:13):
There is always some level of creepy when you think
of a morgue. Just the word conjures images of bodies
slowly broading away as they await burial. Many of us
even share the same fear though we might be left
on the slab, having no one to claim our remains
after we die. Almost all 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
(01:36):
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 me. However, after getting
over the initial shock of everything only dug in my heels.
I was working in 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
(01:58):
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 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
(02:20):
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. 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
(02:41):
know not only how one worked, but what minute problems
could cause the seizing of these functions. 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 in teacher to
friends and colleagues. I had yet to select another member
(03:05):
from my team, and I was beginning to regret my procrastination.
I had been working late into 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.
My grains, 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
(03:25):
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 multiple gunshot wounds to the
chest in the yar 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
(03:46):
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 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,
(04:06):
and the only metal in the room besides the tools
was the storage lockers where the bodies were kept. I
focus on the sound, trying to pinpoint the direction was
coming from. It only took me a few seconds before
I was certain that happening was definitely coming from the
lockers themselves. My mind quickly came up with two rational
possibilities for the noise. First, the inside of the drawers
(04:27):
was refrigerated. When the metal was cool, 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 and consistent 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.
(04:51):
I always prided myself on the cleanliness of the morgue,
and the idea that something like this could happen was upsetting.
I was still ten feet away, but I could already
tell that the source of the noise as the 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
(05:11):
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, ready to jump back in case
the mouse suddenly jumped out at me. When the door opened,
I pulled, expecting to hear the seal 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
(05:33):
like it had been welded shut. I pulled again, hoping
it was just stuck, but it resisted me just as
much as before. My frustration turned outright concern. 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 stole gripped the handle.
Whatever lay on the other side had to be far
bigger than a mouse, given the strength of the impacts.
(05:55):
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 by the insulated drawer cut through
the room, and it was like the blood in my
veins turned to 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
(06:16):
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 and over, adrenaline feeling my efforts,
but nothing 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
(06:36):
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, 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
(06:57):
been beaten head to toe. Even though I knew, oh,
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. 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,
(07:18):
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. What I was
seeing was impossible. I had heard her voice, I'd felt
the impacts as she struggled to free herself, Yet here
I was looking at an empty drawer. Unsure of what
to believe, I shut the drawer and walked out of
the room, almost in a state of shock. Sure, I'd
(07:40):
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 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 fill my
lungs beginning to burn as the oxygen quickly became thin.
(08:03):
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 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
(08:24):
I'm not sure a hospital would want to have something
like that 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 a matter of time.
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 up next.
Speaker 3 (01:13):
There is always some level of creepy when you think
of a morgue. Just the word conjures images of bodies
slowly broading away as they await burial. Many of us
even share the same fear though we might be left
on the slab, having no one to claim our remains
after we die. Almost all 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
(01:36):
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 me. However, after getting
over the initial shock of everything only dug in my heels.
I was working in 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
(01:58):
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 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
(02:20):
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. 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
(02:41):
know not only how one worked, but what minute problems
could cause the seizing of these functions. 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 in teacher to
friends and colleagues. I had yet to select another member
(03:05):
from my team, and I was beginning to regret my procrastination.
I had been working late into 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.
My grains, 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
(03:25):
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 multiple gunshot wounds to the
chest in the yar 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
(03:46):
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 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,
(04:06):
and the only metal in the room besides the tools
was the storage lockers where the bodies were kept. I
focus on the sound, trying to pinpoint the direction was
coming from. It only took me a few seconds before
I was certain that happening was definitely coming from the
lockers themselves. My mind quickly came up with two rational
possibilities for the noise. First, the inside of the drawers
(04:27):
was refrigerated. When the metal was cool, 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 and consistent 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.
(04:51):
I always prided myself on the cleanliness of the morgue,
and the idea that something like this could happen was upsetting.
I was still ten feet away, but I could already
tell that the source of the noise as the 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
(05:11):
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, ready to jump back in case
the mouse suddenly jumped out at me. When the door opened,
I pulled, expecting to hear the seal 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
(05:33):
like it had been welded shut. I pulled again, hoping
it was just stuck, but it resisted me just as
much as before. My frustration turned outright concern. 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 stole gripped the handle.
Whatever lay on the other side had to be far
bigger than a mouse, given the strength of the impacts.
(05:55):
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 by the insulated drawer cut through
the room, and it was like the blood in my
veins turned to 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
(06:16):
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 and over, adrenaline feeling my efforts,
but nothing 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
(06:36):
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, 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
(06:57):
been beaten head to toe. Even though I knew, oh,
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. 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,
(07:18):
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. What I was
seeing was impossible. I had heard her voice, I'd felt
the impacts as she struggled to free herself, Yet here
I was looking at an empty drawer. Unsure of what
to believe, I shut the drawer and walked out of
the room, almost in a state of shock. Sure, I'd
(07:40):
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 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 fill my
lungs beginning to burn as the oxygen quickly became thin.
(08:03):
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 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
(08:24):
I'm not sure a hospital would want to have something
like that 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 a matter of time.
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