They brought a dead nun to the morgue, but upon cutting her habit, a phrase appeared
A USB drive.
The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Outside in the hallways, the morgue sounded as it always did: metallic wheels, distant footsteps, the hum of the refrigerators. But inside that room, the air had changed.
Fonseca took the device and brought it to the adjoining room, where they kept an old computer for reviewing records and laboratory files. Camilo followed him without taking his eyes off the body, as if fearing the nun might stand up at any moment.
When they opened the file, she appeared on the screen.
The same pale face. The same habit. The same cross hanging from her neck. She was sitting on a simple bed in an austere room, lit only by a dim lamp. Her eyes were filled with fear.
“If you are watching this,” she said, her breath ragged, “it’s because my body has already reached the morgue… or because something worse happened to me.”
Camilo felt his skin crawl.
“I don’t have much time. Please, do not trust the Mother Superior. She is not who she says she is. Do not—”
Suddenly, brutal banging was heard at a door. The young woman turned in terror, and the video cut off. The silence that remained in the room was so thick it was painful.
“We need to call the police now,” Fonseca whispered.
But before he could get up, a sound came from the hallway. Three sharp knocks. A pause. Three more…
𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙏𝙤 “𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎” 𝙏𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙄𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!
