I'm Tribal Police. The 911 Call Came From Inside the Morgue at 3:17 AM | Creepypasta

Описание: Working the night shift as tribal police on the rez means answering calls most people never hear. But when the 911 call comes from inside our own morgue at 3:17 a.m.—and the morgue has been empty for days—that’s when the rules change.
These aren’t standard protocols. These are survival rules passed down from officers who answered the wrong call and never came back the same. Rules about never picking up the morgue line after dark. Rules about not speaking when your name is whispered from the other side. Rules about the voices that use memories only you know to pull you in.
What started as routine patrols turned into nights I’ll never forget — my sister’s voice begging “help me, it’s cold in here,” shadows rising from empty drawers, and one mistake that almost took my place forever.
This is my story — the reason I burn cedar every night and never answer the morgue phone after dark.
⚠️ Mature audiences only — intense psychological horror, grief themes, disturbing calls.
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