The
pathology lab was quiet and still, save for the occasional hum of a machine or
the clink of glass. The technicians worked diligently, examining tissue samples
and slides, searching for any signs of disease.
One
night, a young technician named Sarah was working late. She was the only one in
the lab, and she was starting to feel uneasy. The shadows seemed to dance on
the walls, and the sterile air felt oppressive.
Sarah
tried to focus on her work, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was
being watched. She turned around and saw that the door to the cold storage room
was slightly ajar. Sarah hadn't opened it, and she was sure she had closed it
properly before she started working.
Sarah's
heart began to race. She slowly approached the door and peered inside. The cold
storage room was dark and eerie. Sarah could see rows of metal cabinets, each
one filled with drawers containing tissue samples and body parts.
Sarah
hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and stepped into the room. The
door closed behind her with a soft click. Sarah fumbled for the light switch,
but it was nowhere to be found. She was plunged into darkness.
Sarah
stood there for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear her
own breathing, loud in the silence. Then, she heard something else. A faint
scratching sound.
Sarah
froze. The scratching sound came again, closer this time. Sarah could hear it
coming from one of the cabinets. She slowly backed away, her eyes wide with
fear.
The
scratching sound got louder and louder. Sarah could feel the hairs on the back
of her neck standing on end. She turned and ran, her footsteps echoing in the
darkness.
Sarah
reached the door and fumbled for the handle. She couldn't get it open. She
tried again, harder this time. The handle wouldn't budge.
Sarah
was trapped. She pounded on the door, screaming for help. But there was no one
to hear her.
The
scratching sound was getting closer and closer. Sarah could feel it on her leg
now. She looked down and saw a pale, bony hand emerging from the darkness.
Sarah
screamed again, but it was too late. The hand grabbed her leg and pulled her
towards the cabinet. Sarah struggled to break free, but the hand was too
strong.
Sarah
was dragged into the cabinet, her screams muffled by the darkness. The door slammed
shut behind her.
The
next morning, Sarah's colleagues arrived to find the lab empty. The door to the
cold storage room was still slightly ajar, but Sarah was nowhere to be found.
The
police searched the lab and the surrounding area, but they couldn't find any
trace of Sarah. She had simply disappeared.
Some
say that Sarah's ghost still haunts the pathology lab. On dark nights, you can
hear her screams echoing through the empty corridors. And if you're unlucky
enough to be trapped in the cold storage room, you might feel a cold, bony hand
grab your leg and pull you into the darkness.
