I Found a Chilling Message on My Father’s Grave — And You Need to Be Careful (3 of 3)

Was someone here earlier? Watching?

I turned and scanned the rows of headstones, the tree line beyond. Nothing. Just that strange breeze and the long shadows stretching across the grass.

I ended up leaving the coins there. Part of me wanted to pocket them, but something told me not to disturb whatever message they carried. I sat for a while, talking to my dad like I always do—except this time, I kept glancing over my shoulder.

As I walked back to my car, I tried to convince myself it was nothing sinister—maybe it was just some kind gesture, an anonymous sign that someone else remembered him. But deep down, there’s a knot in my stomach I can’t untangle.

Because here’s the thing: I checked with my sister last night, and she hasn’t been to the grave in over a month. My brother? Out of state. My father’s old friends? All said no.

So now I’m left with the unsettling question I can’t shake:

Who came to my father’s grave… and why leave a message in coins?