Spectral Wards: True Tales from Utah's Haunted Hospitals

Previously

…I froze, her pen hovering over the chart. My heart hammered against My ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. I spun around, my eyes scanning the empty corridor. Nothing. Just the dull glow of the emergency lights and the endless stretch of polished linoleum. The hum of the fluorescents seemed to grow louder, more insistent, as if trying to drown out the silence that had descended.I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. It had to be her imagination, a trick of the light, the fatigue. But the chill that had settled deep within her, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature, told her otherwise. The day shift at Salt Lake Regional Hospital had just begun.