Vaughn was never particularly bothered about which shift he took, it wasn't as though he had much of a social life, and he enjoyed his job. If he wasn't working in the lab on something then he had time to read a book or watch something. It was as good as being at home, but he was being paid.
He needed to go back down to the cold room to transfer some notes to one of the files there. So much paperwork. But it was necessary, people needed to know how their loved ones had died.
The light flickered on, the bulbs taking their sweet time to light up properly, filling the room with a slightly discoloured fluorescent glow.
Vaughn blinked.
"Fuck," he murmured, because there was no way and no reason for that drawer to be open. He'd been the last person down here, and he hadn't opened that lady's drawer since the beginning of his shift five hours ago. Which meant something was here. And it had to be a thing because no person would leave a drawer open, turn the lights off, and disappear somewhere else into the lab without Vaughn knowing about it.
He looked around as though he might be able to see the ghost or whatever it was. Of course he couldn't. He inched towards the drawer, wondering if perhaps it was the angry spirit of the woman in the drawer that was pissed off about something-
"Hello? Is there-" Vaughn paused, feeling the blood drain from his face when he saw the chunk taken out of the woman's leg. He rubbed his hand over his face, as though it made him weary rather than terrified. "I'm not- I'm not angry. I'm just frustrated," he said out loud, as though hoping the thing would hear him. "I have to try and explain this to people now, and I don't think they're going to be very happy about it. So- were you just hungry or..." that was gross. "Did you have some kind of vendetta?"
He put his hand on the drawer, pushing it in only an inch before he saw the big orange eyes glowing from the end of the drawer.
"Fucking fuck-" Vaughn yelped, jumping back, dropping his notes. "What the- fuck. Fuck." Okay, so his vocabulary was reasonably limited, all of his brain power going to stopping himself from running away.