I work the night shift at a hospital. Late at night, the entire hospital is as silent as the grave. I make my rounds alone, and at the end of a long corridor is a room that has always been empty. But tonight, a faint light is coming from inside. Confused, I approach. The door is ajar, and I see a dark figure on the bed. Just as I'm about to go in and investigate, I hear heavy breathing behind me. The breath brushes against my neck, so cold it chills me to the bone. I spin around in terror, but there's nothing there. When I look back into the room, the figure has vanished, and the light is out. I flee in a panic, but I feel a pair of invisible hands tugging at me in the darkness, as though trying to drag me into an endless abyss.
