Whispers In The Dark
It was just supposed to be a job. Just for a semester.
It wasn't supposed to be a voice calling her name in the late of night, making her initially believe herself insane, then later wish she were. Cold hands reaching out, grabbing at her, forcing her to listen until her mind shut down from the horror.
She didn't know how she got home. Couldn't remember anything about the night before beyond animated dead flesh that shouldn't have been real but was, horribly so. Didn't remember climbing into bed and burying her face in the pillow, crying her eyes out, but knew she had when she awoke. Just as she had after her mother died.
Again.