Originally published in Kelp Journal
It was the summer of 2009 that I worked as a patient transporter for a teaching hospital in downtown Toronto, one of the most historic and haunted sites in the neighborhood…
I recall one shift when the order came in to move a newly deceased to the morgue. It was routine for some areas to wait until after visiting hours before transporting the gurney down public hallways. I typically had no issues with these tasks so long as I had a buddy to work with, who, on this night, had called in sick, so I was on my own.
Without the comfort of a colleague, these would sometimes weigh heavy on my mind. Especially when walking alone in the creepy basement to the morgue with just a dead body lying on their back ahead of your footsteps. On this night it was a little harder for me, but I did it as expected. What followed me was the unsettling part of this story…
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