Whispers of the Dying Night: A Morgue's Eerie Melody

Dr. Lin, a newly appointed intern at the prestigious City General Hospital, had been assigned to the morgue on the quietest shift of the night. The air was heavy with the scent of formaldehyde and the silence was oppressive. Lin's only company was the flickering overhead lights and the sound of his own breath, echoing in the cold, sterile room.

As he began to arrange the bodies, his attention was drawn to an old, forgotten rocking chair at the back of the room. It was an anomaly, out of place in the otherwise pristine and clinical space. A shiver ran down his spine as he approached it, a feeling of unease creeping over him like a ghostly mist.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Lin began to inspect the rocking chair more closely. Its fabric was threadbare and its wooden frame creaked with each gentle movement. He couldn't shake the feeling that the chair itself had a story to tell.

Suddenly, a soft, haunting melody began to play, a lullaby so tender and soothing that Lin felt a strange comfort. But the source of the sound was nowhere to be found. He searched the room, looking for any musical instrument or source of the melody, but there was nothing.

"Could it be my imagination?" Lin wondered aloud, but the lullaby continued, growing louder with each passing moment. It was almost as if it were calling to him, lulling him into a false sense of security.

The doctor decided to sit in the rocking chair, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. As he did, the lullaby seemed to envelop him, a warm embrace that was also tinged with fear. He felt himself drifting off, his mind becoming more muddled with each passing second.

Suddenly, Lin's vision blurred and he found himself at the edge of a cliff. He could see the city below, the hospital in the distance, but he was standing at the precipice, unable to move. The lullaby had changed, now filled with a sense of urgency, a warning of some kind.

"Lin! Wake up!" A voice echoed through his mind, but he couldn't open his eyes. He felt himself being pulled towards the edge, the wind howling around him, and he could feel the cold of the air against his skin.

Just as he was about to fall, Lin's eyes snapped open, and he found himself back in the morgue, sitting in the rocking chair. He gasped for breath, the terror of his near-death experience still lingering. The lullaby had stopped, and the room was once again silent.

Lin's supervisor, Dr. Zhang, entered the room a few moments later, his expression one of concern. "Dr. Lin, you look as if you've seen a ghost. What's going on?"

Lin recounted his experience, and Dr. Zhang listened intently. "This place has a history of unexplained occurrences," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of fear. "The rocking chair has been here for decades. It's said that the morgue was once a maternity ward, and that the lullaby is the cry of a baby who never made it."

Dr. Lin felt a chill run down his spine as he processed the information. The rocking chair was a link to a past filled with tragedy and loss. He knew he had to uncover the truth behind the mysterious lullaby, and he was determined to do so.

Over the next few days, Lin began to investigate the hospital's history. He discovered that the morgue had been built on the site of an old orphanage, and that many of the infants who had died had been buried in unmarked graves around the hospital grounds.

As Lin delved deeper, he found himself drawn into a web of secrets and lies. The lullaby seemed to be a calling card, a warning that there was something sinister lurking in the shadows of the hospital. He discovered that a group of former staff had been experimenting with dark rituals to invoke the spirits of the children, hoping to bring them back to life.

Lin's investigation led him to the final, chilling revelation: the rocking chair had been a ritualistic object used by the staff to communicate with the spirits. The lullaby was not a lullaby at all, but a warning cry from the spirits themselves, a plea for help from those who had been wronged.

Armed with this knowledge, Lin knew he had to put an end to the dark practices that had taken place in the hospital. He worked tirelessly to expose the truth, and eventually, the group was apprehended and the rituals were stopped.

The rocking chair was removed from the morgue, and the spirits seemed to find peace. The lullaby no longer echoed through the halls, and the hospital returned to its original purpose of healing and care.

Dr. Lin had faced the darkness within the hospital's walls and had emerged victorious, but he carried the weight of the spirits with him, forever changed by the nightmarish melody that had once haunted the morgue.