I Work as a Night Guard at a Funeral Home

Other people work the night shift to make money. I work it for my life.

On my first day, the previous gatekeeper left me with just one warning:

Don’t go outside at night. Don’t answer anyone. Don’t look back.

From then on, the early hours were never peaceful:

A vengeful spirit scratching at the glass, a wreath moving on its own,

A visitor log entry for someone who never existed, a coworker vanishing from the morgue…

I guard a funeral home,

and the countless spirits and obsessions that refuse to leave.

If you dare to listen, I dare to tell you these tales, one night at a time.