Whispers in the Cemetery

I work at a cemetery. Grounds maintenance, mostly evening shifts. I’ve been doing it for years,

so I’m used to the quiet, the darkness, all of that. I don’t scare easily.

But something happened last month that I still can’t explain. I was finishing up near the older

section, the part nobody visits anymore. No lights out there, just my headlamp

and the moon. I remember thinking how calm it was — no wind, no animals,

nothing. Then I heard someone call my name. Not loud. Not close.

Just enough that I knew it was meant for me. I turned around, expecting maybe

a coworker messing with me. There was no one there. The entire path