The ground around was loose, as if it had been disturbed recently. Her hand involuntarily touched the slab, as if seeking support from her husband even after death.

“This can’t be…” she whispered. “Has someone tried to open the grave?”

Troubling thoughts raced through her mind. Where did this hole come from? Why here? What if…? She looked into the hole — and felt fear slowly crawling up her spine. Suddenly, the widow saw something very terrible and unimaginable  Continued in the first comment