Morgue Guard Part II

Tonight as usual, he's doing his graveyard shift. Sitting at his usual spot, reading newspaper to kill time, but ever since the last close encounter with the ciggy corpse, the guard has quit smoking totally. But to keep him company, he has a small radio with him.

He look at his watch, it show 2AM sharp. "Oh well... another 5 hours to go...", he sigh.

He looked around. As usual, at this ungodly hour there's no one around except himself. The whole area is very quiet except the music’s from the radio, which is playing slow classical music from the 50s, which he likes. He started to hum along with the music, but suddenly he thought he heard noises of faint footsteps. He turns down the volume and listens again. No mistake! He heard footsteps, sounds like someone is walking around barefooted. When he listened carefully, the noise actually came from the corridor leading to the morgue. No body (alive) supposes to be in there during this hour!

He just froze there, unable to move. "Aiyo~~ Not Again!! Not another one asking for light", he thought. The corridor is dimly lit, but he still can't see anyone or anything making the footstep noise there. So he shone his torchlight at the corridor. To his horror... there's nothing! and he can hear the footstep get louder and louder as if it's walking towards him.

Slowly the footsteps getting closer... closer... and closer... until he felt the footsteps has stopped just right in front of him. Then the noise of the footstep started to walk towards the morgue, getting fainter and then finally stopped and he didn't hear any footsteps anymore for that night... Then throughout the whole shift, he turns on the volume of the radio to high, so that it can cover up any weird noise... It's feels like the longest 5 hours of his life...