23/02/2025
Part 1: The Unsettling Mystery
Every time I visited my late husband's grave, an eerie sight awaited me—tiny children's shoes. It began with a single, small red pair, which I dismissed as a mistake. But then, more appeared. Different colors, different sizes, all meticulously placed by his headstone. David had died at 47 from a sudden heart attack, and we never had children. The sight unnerved me, but I tried to push it from my mind, assuming it was a random coincidence.
However, the shoes kept appearing, especially when I stayed away for longer periods. Each visit felt heavier, the tiny shoes like unanswered questions pressing on my chest. The unsettling mystery gnawed at me until, on one crisp autumn morning, everything changed.
That day, I wasn’t alone. A woman stood by David’s grave, gently placing another pair of small shoes among the rest. My heart pounded, a mixture of confusion and anger surging through me. I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
"Hey! You!" I called out, my voice shaking with both fear and frustration as I quickened my pace.
She flinched, clearly startled, but didn’t run. Instead, she turned to face me, and when she did, my breath caught in my throat.
Part 2 coming soon....
