We live in a really small town where pretty much everyone knows each other. There used to be a family here — a mother and her little girl, about five years old. They had no other relatives in the area. Then the girl passed away after a sudden illness. Her mother took it incredibly hard. She'd go to the cemetery every single day. A whole year went by like that. And then the mother was gone too — the grief was just too much for her. It's all heartbreaking and awful, but here's where it gets strange. It's been three years since all of this happened, and the little girl's grave is always in perfect condition. Not a blade of grass out of place, not a speck of dust. If someone were tending to it, you'd still see signs of wear between visits. But it's like time just stopped there — or like the place is somehow frozen. Everyone in town talks about it. A lot of people avoid that spot altogether. And everyone's got their own theory. Some whisper that the mother's ghost settled there and watches over her daughter's resting place. Others say the mother worried so much about who would care for the grave after she was gone that when she died, she poured the very force of her soul into that place. And of course, some people don't believe any of it. They say someone sneaks out there every night to tidy it up just to spook the rest of us. But who would bother with a prank like that? I don't think anyone would keep it up for three years just for a laugh.