St. Agatha's Night Shift

They said the night shift at St. Agatha’s was easy. Just clean the halls. Keep the lights

on. And ignore Room 9. <break time="1.0s" /> First hour—quiet. Second hour—footsteps.

But the cameras showed… no one. <break time="1.0s" /> I peeked through the window. The bed was empty.

Yet the heart monitor was still beating. <break time="1.0s" /> Then someone whispered my name. Not through the

radio. Through the intercom. The one that hasn’t worked since 1987. <break time="1.0s" /> I ran.

But every hallway led me back… to Room 9. <break time="1.0s" /> There was a clipboard by the door.

“Employee Roster.” Last name on the list… was mine. <break time="1.0s" /> Welcome to your

first shift. At St. Agatha’s Hospital. Where no one ever clocks out.