墓場總是在夜晚變得特別安靜，風聲很輕，燈光也不會太亮。有人說，那些地方不只是用來安放離開的人，有時候，也會有人在不應該的時間走動。
Cemeteries grow unusually quiet at night, the air still, the lights dim. Some believe they are not only places of rest, but spaces where something continues quietly after dark.
中文
那晚我只是經過那條路，墓場就在旁邊，鐵門沒有關上，裡面的燈很暗，但還是看得到一排排墓碑整齊地排著，我本來沒有打算停下，但走到門口時，我慢了下來，向裡面看了一眼，那裡很靜，不是沒有聲音，而是像聲音不應該存在，我站了一會，然後走了進去，只走了幾步，沒有再深入，空氣比外面冷一點，也重一點，我站在那裡，看著那些墓碑，每一個都一樣，沒有什麼特別，但看久了之後，我開始覺得有些地方不對，那種不對不是看見什麼，而是像剛才的排列，已經不是現在這樣，我再看一次，什麼都沒有變，但那種感覺沒有消失，我沒有動，只是站著，那一刻，我聽到後面有聲音，很輕，不像腳步，而像有東西在地上拖過，我沒有回頭，我知道如果回頭，也不會看到什麼，但我很清楚，那裡有東西在，我沒有動，那聲音停在我後面，不遠，也不近，我等了一會，然後慢慢向前走了一步，再看那些墓碑，那一刻，我看到其中一個位置，好像近了一點，不是倒，也不是壞，只是距離變了，很小，但我知道不是剛才那樣，我沒有走近，只是看著，越看越不確定，我開始記不起它原本在哪裡，我慢慢後退，沒有再看其他地方，只是記住那個位置，然後轉身走回門口，我沒有回頭，直接走出去，外面的街還是一樣，有聲音，有燈光，就像什麼都沒有發生過，但之後每一次經過，我都會忍不住看一眼，那些墓碑還是排得很整齊，但有時候，我會覺得其中一個位置，好像多了一點東西，而我不記得，那裡原本是不是空著
English Version
I wasn’t planning to stop that night, the cemetery was just there along the road, the gate slightly open, the lights inside dim but steady, I slowed down without knowing why and looked in, rows of headstones arranged in quiet order, everything still, too still, not empty, but as if nothing was allowed to move, I stepped inside, just a few steps past the entrance, the air felt colder, heavier, like it held something in place, I didn’t go far, I just stood there and looked, the headstones all seemed the same, nothing out of place, but after a while, something felt different, not something I could point to, just a sense that the arrangement wasn’t exactly how I first saw it, I looked again, carefully this time, and still, everything appeared unchanged, but the feeling didn’t go away, I stayed still, and that’s when I heard something behind me, not footsteps, not quite, more like something brushing across the ground, slow, dragging, I didn’t turn around, I knew if I did, I would see nothing, but I also knew something was there, I waited, the sound stopped, just behind me, close enough to feel, but not close enough to touch, I took a slow step forward and looked at the rows again, and that’s when I noticed it, one of the headstones was slightly different, not broken, not fallen, just… closer, only by a small distance, barely enough to notice, but enough that I knew it hadn’t been like that before, I didn’t go near it, I just stared, trying to remember its position, trying to be sure, but the longer I looked, the less certain I became, I stepped back, slowly, keeping my eyes on the same spot, then I turned and walked toward the gate, I didn’t look behind me, I didn’t want to confirm anything, I just left, once I was outside, everything felt normal again, the air lighter, the sounds returning, as if nothing had happened, but in the days after, every time I passed by, I found myself looking in, and sometimes, just for a moment, I would feel it again, that something inside wasn’t fixed, that something had moved, and I couldn’t remember if it had always been there
