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

There was a pause on the other end. Emily, what’s going on? You sound…strange. I can’t explain over the phone.

Just come to the house, please. It’s urgent. Mark agreed, and Emily hung up.

She took one last look at David’s grave, her heart heavy with a mix of fear and hope. Whatever she was about to uncover, it would change everything. She could feel it in her bones.

Mark arrived at Emily’s house within the hour. He found her sitting at the kitchen table, the letter spread out in front of her. Her face was pale, her eyes red from crying.

Mark frowned as he sat down across from her. Emily, what’s going on? You look like you’ve a ghost, he said, his voice filled with concern. She pushed the letter toward him without a word.

Mark picked it up and read it, his expressions shifting from confusion to disbelief. When he finished, he looked up at her, his eyes wide. This…this can’t be real, he said slowly.

David’s been dead for almost a year. Who sent this? And why? Emily shook her head. I don’t know, but it’s his handwriting, Mark.

I’d recognize it anywhere. And the postmark, it’s recent, someone sent this just a week ago. Mark leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

This doesn’t make any sense. If David’s alive, why would he wait a year to contact you? And why ask you to dig up his grave? It’s…it’s insane. I know, Emily whispered.

But what if it’s true? What if he’s trying to tell me something? I can’t just ignore this. Mark sighed, his mind racing. Okay, let’s say for a moment that this is real.

What’s the plan? You can’t just go digging up a grave in the middle of the night. It’s illegal, for one thing. And if someone sees us… I know it’s risky, Emily interrupted.

But I have to do this. I need to know the truth, and I can’t do it alone. Please, Mark, I need your help.

Mark stared at her for a long moment, then nodded reluctantly. Alright, but we need to be careful. If we’re going to do this, we need a plan…