Spectral Wards: True Tales from Utah's Haunted Hospitals

Previously

…He’d always dismissed them as overactive imaginations fueled by long shifts and too much coffee. But standing there, in the unnerving silence of that corridor, with the phantom echo of that impossible movement still imprinted on his mind, Arthur wasn’t so sure anymore. The shadow had moved against the very laws of physics, a fleeting apparition that had left him with a profound sense of unease. He continued his rounds, but the hum of the lights now seemed to carry a new, more sinister undertone, and every corner he turned was met with a heightened sense of vigilance. The shadow in the corridor had been a stark, undeniable introduction.