Night Shift at a Remote Trout Hatchery in Northern Minnesota | Horror Story to Sleep To

I took a winter night job at a remote trout hatchery in northern Minnesota: three rounds a night, at ten, two and five, keeping the water moving for the fish and the eggs. On my first night, the oxygen in raceway four dropped at 2:40 and stayed down for eleven minutes. It did the same thing the next night, and the night after that, and then the count of the big fish came up thirty-seven short. This is a work of fiction.