They don't always know they're dead. and that's the real horror. From the pen of Thomas Miller comes a masterwork of macabre storytelling that will leave you cold to the bone. Tales from a 1970's Corpse: The Stillness That Reached Back plunges readers into the decaying halls of Saint Agatha's Hospital, a place where the morgue drawers whisper secrets, corpses remember their pain, and guilt is the one infection that never dies.
Meet Charles Nibbit, who watches his own body bag get zipped closed. Hear the chilling remorse of Nurse Lila Mayweather as her forgotten patients return from the shadows. And follow Ricky Dales, a young drifter whose overdose was just the beginning of an eternal nightmare. But death is not the end in Saint Agatha's-it's a beginning. A reckoning. A cold silence that seeps into every crack in the tile.
Even the living aren't safe, as strange figures roam the halls and toe tags flutter like dying moths. And when an outsider named Graham begins to treat the dead like dolls. the corpses begin to rise. This isn't a ghost story. It's a eulogy for the forgotten. A warning from the cold. Perfect for fans of The Autopsy of Jane Doe, The Haunting of Hill House, and Silent Hill, this unsettling collection weaves body horror, psychological torment, and the raw ache of regret into one unforgettable read.
Saint Agatha's remembers. And it never forgives.
They don't always know they're dead. and that's the real horror. From the pen of Thomas Miller comes a masterwork of macabre storytelling that will leave you cold to the bone. Tales from a 1970's Corpse: The Stillness That Reached Back plunges readers into the decaying halls of Saint Agatha's Hospital, a place where the morgue drawers whisper secrets, corpses remember their pain, and guilt is the one infection that never dies.
Meet Charles Nibbit, who watches his own body bag get zipped closed. Hear the chilling remorse of Nurse Lila Mayweather as her forgotten patients return from the shadows. And follow Ricky Dales, a young drifter whose overdose was just the beginning of an eternal nightmare. But death is not the end in Saint Agatha's-it's a beginning. A reckoning. A cold silence that seeps into every crack in the tile.
Even the living aren't safe, as strange figures roam the halls and toe tags flutter like dying moths. And when an outsider named Graham begins to treat the dead like dolls. the corpses begin to rise. This isn't a ghost story. It's a eulogy for the forgotten. A warning from the cold. Perfect for fans of The Autopsy of Jane Doe, The Haunting of Hill House, and Silent Hill, this unsettling collection weaves body horror, psychological torment, and the raw ache of regret into one unforgettable read.
Saint Agatha's remembers. And it never forgives.