The hour before dawn was the most honest time in the ER. No visitors, no hope of discharge, just the machines running their program and the floor staff punching holes in the clock until shift change. I moved through it the way a shadow moves. I was ...

I lasted another hour, tops. The night shift had moved into its own entropy. Floors sticky with the wet footprints of failed traumas, coffee cooling in abandoned cups, overheads tuned low enough that the nurses whispered by default. I told myself I ...

At two-fifteen, the chart in front of me still registered blank. I’d been standing at the nurses’ station for ten minutes, maybe longer, pen hovered above the admission form, jaw locked tight enough to tick. The work of the ER didn’t stop for moment...

Just after midnight, the ER pretended at sleep. The charge nurse filled out a MAR at the horseshoe desk, one cheek resting on her palm. A monitor down the hall ticked off an arrhythmia, slow enough to serve as a metronome. Most of the overheads had ...

Now that the website is done, it's time to open the case files. Every month, a new case file starts straight from The Midnight Agency. All will be tales of the paranormal: some horrifying, some whimsical, some ultraviolent, while others are psycholo...