This is a story from when I used to work part time as a nighttime hospital security guard.
It was around 2am and I was taking my scheduled nap as my partner worked the floor.
There was no nap room set up so we were using a room in a separate building that wasn’t occupied.
The morgue was located in the basement of that building so it was a little creepy, but just as I was getting used to it all “that thing” happened.
A nap is just a nap, so I never fell into that deep of a sleep, but I had “that dream.”
That is, I was crawling up the stairs.
I was struggling to wriggle up the stairs with all my might.
In the dream I was heading for a particular room, absentmindedly thinking “yes, this is it.”
It was a room I’d seen before.
It was the room I was sleeping in right now.
At that moment I opened my eyes. I was covered in sweat. I wiped my brow.
It felt so real.
“What a creepy dream,” I voiced to myself.
I wanted to get back to the building full of people right away.
But, whether I was even more tired than usual that day, I fell asleep again without realising it.
Then, “bang!” The sound of a large metal door closing woke me up.
For a moment I had no idea what was going on.
I wasn’t lying down like I should have been. It felt like both my legs were being pulled down by gravity.
Everything was dark.
There were only two dim lights.
I was in the morgue.
The sound I’d heard earlier was myself closing the door.
There was a dead body lying in the bed before me.
It seemed like I’d been called here.
Confused, I escaped back to the other building.
When I asked about it later, a man who had lost both legs died there that night.
That’s probably why he crawled up to summon me.