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

Over the next hour, they worked out the details. They would wait until late at night when the cemetery was empty. Mark would bring tools, a shovel, a crowbar, and a flashlight.

Emily would keep watch while he did the digging. They would be quick in and out, and hopefully no one would notice. As the sun set and the house grew dark, Emily’s anxiety grew.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were about to uncover something terrible. But she had no choice. She had to know.

The cemetery was eerily quiet as Emily and Mark approached David’s grave. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the ground. Emily’s heart pounded in her chest as she scanned the area, making sure they were alone.

Alright, Mark whispered, setting down the tools. Let’s get this over with. He picked up the shovel and started digging, the sound of metal hitting dirt echoing in the stillness.

Emily stood nearby, her eyes darting around nervously. Every rustle of leaves, every distant sound made her jump. She felt like they were being watched, though she couldn’t see anyone.

The deeper Mark dug, the more tense the air became. Emily’s hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She kept glancing at the grave, half expecting something to happen, something terrible.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark’s shovel hit something solid. He paused, looking up at Emily with wide eyes. I think I’ve reached the casket, he said quietly.

Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She nodded, unable to speak. Mark set the shovel aside and picked up the crowbar.

With a deep breath, he pried open the lid of the casket. The sound of wood creaking filled the air and Emily’s stomach churned. She forced herself to look inside, her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears.

But what she saw made her blood run cold. The casket was empty. Emily stared into the empty casket, her mind reeling.

Her legs felt weak and she stumbled back, clutching her chest as if to steady her racing heart. Mark stood frozen, his face pale in the dim light of the flashlight. This—this can’t be, Emily whispered, her voice trembling.

Where is he? Where’s David? Mark shook his head, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. I don’t know, but this—this changes everything. If the casket’s empty, it means he was never buried here.

But we saw them lower it into the ground. We were at the funeral, Emily. How is this possible? Emily’s mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible…