A son asked his mother to dig up his grave a year after his funeral. Everyone’s hair stood on end when she found…

Emily stood in front of her son’s grave, her hands trembling as she clutched the letter. The wind whispered through the trees, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were fixed on the words scrawled in David’s handwriting.

Words that made no sense. Words that shouldn’t exist. Mom, if you’re reading this, it means I’m gone, but I need you to do something for me.

A year after my funeral, dig up my grave. You’ll find the truth there. Trust me.

I love you. David Emily’s heart raced. David had been dead for almost a year now.

She had buried him herself, watched as the casket was lowered into the ground. She had grieved, cried, and tried to move on. But this letter? It had arrived in the mail today, postmarked just a week ago.

How was that possible? She looked around the cemetery, half expecting someone to jump out and tell her this was some cruel joke. But the place was empty, silent except for the rustling leaves. Her mind raced with questions.

Who had sent this? Why would David ask her to do something so horrifying? And what truth could possibly be buried in his grave? Emily’s hands shook as she folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket. She couldn’t ignore it. This was her son, her only child.

If there was even a chance that this was real, she had to know. But the thought of digging up his grave made her stomach churn. It felt wrong, sacrilegious.

Yet, the letter had said to trust him. And David had never been one to joke about something like this. She took a deep breath and made up her mind.

She would do it. She would dig up his grave and find out what he meant. But first, she needed help.

She couldn’t do this alone. Emily pulled out her phone and dialed the only person she could think of. Her brother, Mark.

He answered on the second ring. Mark, I need your help, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It’s about David…