Days passed with nothing but restless wind and shivering trees captured on video. The footage blurred into shadow, silence, and night. Ellen began to wonder if the mysterious visits had stopped for good, or worse, if the stranger had found her cameras and simply changed their routine.
By the third week, the pattern had grown too quiet. The absence itself became unnerving, like the calm before a storm. Ellen checked the cemetery from the road most evenings, headlights off, pulse hammering each time she turned the corner. Every night, the graves slept undisturbed. Until one night it didn’t.