a disturbed grave
Tom saw that the tomb appeared somewhat disheveled, as if someone or something had interfered with it. He kneeled down and ran his fingers over the loose earth. It was obvious that the soil had been shifted recently. “Who could’ve done this?” he said aloud. The disturbed grave provided another element of mystery. Every nerve in his body was alerting him to something weird happening in his own garden.
A Disturbed Grave
racing heart
As Tom knelt by the disturbed grave, his heart beat with a perplexing mix of terror and excitement. His breath quickened with each gaze to the ground. “Am I getting closer to the truth?” he wondered, swallowing hard. Every fiber of his being was tense, prepared for whatever would come next. The night was quiet, but Tom felt alive with possibilities as he examined the yard for further clues.
Racing Heart
