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I volunteered at a city morgue during college. One night, the motion sensors in the cold storage kept triggering… over and over. Every hour… exactly at 3:07 AM… footsteps echoed softly between the drawers. I checked the cameras — nothing moved. The drawers themselves… untouched. Then… a whisper: “Why are you here?” The lead technician later told me: “That morgue had unexplained night movements… staff swore the footsteps weren’t theirs… and sometimes… the whispering came from the dead.” I quit th