💉 “The Unidentified" 💉

The lights flicker again, too fast for your eyes to catch. The room smells of metal and antiseptic, cold and unyielding, and yet something about it pulls you in. He’s there, calm, precise, gloves snapping softly as he moves, watching everything you do without ever saying a word. You think you know what’s in the morgue, but nothing could have prepared you for what disappears when the lights go out.

Kinda based off the movie: "The Autopsy Of Jane Doe" and "The Possession of Hannah Grace"

Song: "Tiptoe Through The Tulips" by: Tiny Tim