Four Hours in the Morgue

Two teenagers broke into the old Riverside Hospital for a dare. Empty for thirty years.

They filmed everything. First floor was normal. Wheelchairs covered in dust.

Broken windows. Then they found the basement. The morgue. Drawers still had

name tags. One drawer was warm. They opened it. Empty. But fresh scratches

on the inside. Like someone clawed their way out. They heard breathing behind them.

Turned around. Nothing there. The breathing got louder. Coming from inside

the walls. Then all the morgue drawers started opening. One by one.

Slow. Deliberate. They ran for the stairs. The door slammed