An acquaintance of mine once got a job in a morgue. Not dusty work, worked for a day, three houses. He came somehow to work, and the watchman Ivanovich said to him - Look, today close all the doors, and do not look out, so that you would not hear. Today is the first day of the full moon, anything can happen. My friend was terribly indignant - Who are you! I have two degrees! And you are hanging me some kind of crap here. ” Ivanovich only grinned in response - Well, look, I warned you.
In the evening, everyone went home. He was left alone. The door to the corridor from the duty room was always open. And the corridor itself led to the morgue, the door to which was only closed. He lies, reads, the radio is playing slowly. At twelve o'clock I wanted to sleep, I turned off the radio and the light in the duty room, and the light in the corridor never turned off. I went to bed, suddenly hears the door that leads to the morgue, barely audible creak. Not much, but still creaked. He got up and left the duty room to see if everything was in order. The light in the hallway was dim. Closer to the door it was completely dark. He slowly began to approach, and suddenly saw some kind of shadow. My friend is not a timid dozen, but here, he says that fear has gone into his heels. He quickly ran to the duty room and bolted the door. For about fifteen seconds everything was quiet, and then he clearly heard footsteps that were rapidly approaching the duty room. The door handle turned and opened a millimeter, then the bolt did not start. The door began to be tugged, scratched, and all in complete silence. From a small opening from the slightly open door, a sweetish smell of corpse and formalin was drawn. He grabbed the door handle and listened to the terrible grinding. So he stood all night. The next morning all the sounds died down, but he did not let go of the door handle, being in some kind of shock.
The call brought him to his senses. He left the duty room and opened the front door. The next person on duty came. - Well, you are a lot to sleep! he said cheerfully. _ I've been calling for half an hour.
My friend came to his senses for a long time and still could not understand whether it was in a dream or in reality. Approaching the door of the duty room, he saw traces of deep scratches on it.