Silent Burial

David on a rainy night, The house is quiet—too quiet. Something feels wrong, but he doesn’t know why. Outside, a grave sits open, the soil freshly dug. The rain beats against the ground, the wind carrying whispers he can’t quite make out. Inside, dust covers everything. The air is heavy, like the house hasn’t been lived in for a long time. Things feel off. A plate that wasn’t there before. A picture frame on the floor. What begins as a simple night at home slowly unravels into something far more unsettling. The house feels unfamiliar, the silence heavy. Faint voices echo through the halls, objects seem to shift when you're not looking, and buried memories start to resurface—memories you’re…