The gently undulating banks of neatly trimmed grass in the unused churchyard were easy to keep pristine. However, the only part time gardener was surprised one morning to find a flat headstone stone exposed in his carpet of green; it hadn’t been there the week before.
Obviously very old, the name was indecipherable.
The following week another one even more worn. Enquiries at the office drew a blank as did the CCTV.
He nervously rolled out the mower the next time only to have the engine splutter and die; another addition.
Even from a distance the hole loomed darkly.