Day 2,419

The headstones at St Agatha's keep moving by themselves. At first everyone thought it was vandals and within a day the little 14th century church was covered in security cameras that caught the stones moving but the frame rate was just low enough that people were still the main suspect.

Then the parishioners managed to organise an overnight patrol, hoping to catch whoever was desecrating such a peaceful place. Instead they all came home the following morning pale as the dead that had plagued them the entire night, whispering in their ears that they'd been buried all wrong.

Dozens of displaced voices begged them to put everything right and sure enough they found themselves helping unseen spectral hands move the headstones to their 'correct' place. The parish was outraged, claiming heresy and hysteria in the same breath - anything to discredit the volunteer patrol instead of the Vicar.

Unfortunately for him, every patrol that came by found themselves battered on all sides by unseen hands and pleaded to by unseen voices - some of them achingly familiar. Every group that swore to preserve the headstones proper placement ended up helping the dead set everything right until the Vicar abandoned them all.

His was the last voice heard by the final patrol before the cemetery gates were shut for good.

He begged them to give him a headstone or even a small wooden cross.

Anything to be remembered by amidst the hundreds of bodies below.