Nightshift

DISCLAIMER

Let me start off by saying, I'm not a person who gets scared easily. In fact, I'm one of those freaky girls that retells stories from her childhood, making them intentionally scary. I would make tall tales to frighten friends at sleepovers and what not. Anyways, you get my point. I'm confessing this to you now, only because what I am about to share, I have not embellished and/or changed to my liking. It is to my greatest displeasure to inform you that all I am going to tell you, is true.

== The Beginning == It all started when I got a job at the local Hospital in my small town in Minnesota. For privacy reasons, I will just call the town "Hardington". (Don't ask how I came up with that, it just kind of popped in my head...) Hardington is a small town, no more than 10 thousand people. It sits right next to a long river that basically surround that whole town. The local hospital was literally made up from anscestors who once lived here. It is a catholic hospital, it was built up by nuns and priests over the years, since 1953. It is one of those places that started small, then grew to be bigger and more well known.

I got the job when I was a senior in high school, wanting just the extra money on the side. My job title was "Switchboard Operator", I basically just answered phones then transfered them to whomever. To say the very least, it was extremely boring. There was a lot of rules and regulations that I had to follow. Usually I worked the nightshift on weekends, from 12:00-9:30pm. But, since they paid well, I was willing to sit the long hours at the front desk. After being there for about 2 months, you start to hear rumours and other legends, just like you would at any workplace. One particular story I heard, that is still burned in my mind today because of the events that followed, was about a surgeon who worked on the weekends by himself. I can't remember all the details and specifics, but I know it goes something like this: Back in the 1960's, there was a surgeon by the name Judd Mertion. He was well known and liked by all his co-workers and patients. He strived to be sucessful. He helped each and every one of his patients with undoubtable excitement. Many thought of him to be on the odd side, but it never changed the way people adored him. After a while, people started noticing that Mertion was staying later than his shift required him to. Some people even claimed to have seen him sneaking off into the doors of the morgue at late hours of the night.