I work at Restvale Cemetery on the edge of my town.
It's a small one, covering just a few acres of land.
I had been working there for a year, and I despised every minute of it,
not because it was a cemetery, but simply because it was monotonous.
I spent my nights alone, confined to a small room.
There were three surveillance cameras set up
two on either side of the yard and one at the entrance of the tiny building where I stayed.
My boss always told me that my job was to be present and,
if anything unusual occurred, to call the police and let them handle it.
However, in the entire year prior to this incident, nothing had ever happened.
After all, it was a small cemetery in a quiet town.
One Monday evening, I arrived at the parking lot to relieve my co-worker from his day shift.
Having not slept well, I brought a cup of coffee to help me stay awake.
For the first hour, I sipped on my coffee, occasionally glancing at the cameras while scrolling through my phone.
By 1 am, drowsiness overwhelmed me.
I found myself nodding off in my chair, and the coffee wasn't doing much to combat my fatigue.
Sometime during that hour, I must have fallen into a deep sleep.
Abruptly, I awoke to an unsettling sound — the creaking of metal behind me.
I swiveled around in my chair, noticing that the door to my building was slightly ajar, swaying gently in the wind.
Fear struck me like lightning, causing my heart to race.
I stood up, pulled the door open wider, and cautiously peered outside, scanning the surroundings.
There was no one in sight. I firmly slammed the door shut and double-checked that it was securely locked.
While it could have been a simple oversight, not fully closing the door, a chill ran down my spine.
I decided to review the footage from outside the building, hoping to find an explanation.
However, there was no sign of anyone approaching the building.
Still, my senses were heightened, and I remained vigilant.
Approximately ten minutes later, movement caught my attention on one of the screens.
It was the camera situated at the far end of the yard.
Someone was walking through the cemetery.
The sight sent shivers down my spine.
I watched intently as the person slowly maneuvered past several gravestones and then suddenly stopped.
Waiting a few seconds, I picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1, my eyes fixed on the screen.
I spoke softly to the operator, explaining that I worked at the cemetery and there was a trespasser.
Just as I was relaying the information, the man sprinted through the yard and vanished from the camera's view.
An uncontrollable gasp escaped my lips as I scanned the other cameras, desperately searching for him.
Within moments, he reappeared on a different screen, racing past it once again.
Shortly after, he materialized on the screen displaying the exterior of the building I was in.
I informed the woman on the phone about the unfolding situation, emphasizing the need for silence.
Placing the phone down, I stared at the camera, paralyzed with fear.
The man stood right outside the door, his gaze fixated on the lens, as if he could peer through it and see me.
"Hello? Can you help me?"
his muffled voice reached me from the other side of the door.
Without waiting for a response, he circled around to the back of the building.
There were no cameras on that side,
but I could hear his footsteps in the grass, coming closer and seemingly brushing against the wall.
Then, out of nowhere, his footsteps abruptly receded.
My heart raced until the police arrived.
I was afraid they would dismiss my account as the ramblings of a terrified mind,
but they discovered distinct shoe prints in the grass.
The prints led far beyond the cemetery's borders,
but the trail vanished before leading anywhere else.
The man's behavior was deeply unsettling,
and his plea for help only added to the strangeness of the situation.
I couldn't be sure if the earlier open door was somehow connected to him, but doubt consumed me.
Despite being terrified, I continued working at the cemetery, and nothing else out of the ordinary occurred.
The man never returned,
but I doubt while working at the cemetery
I'll ever have the courage to fall asleep
again.
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