19 January 2027
Tuesday. Found a phone in the soil of plot two this morning. Turned out to belong to one of the staff, who dropped it while tidying. Mystery solved. Still, it got me thinking.
Players don’t take phones into the boxes. Or watches, or cameras. It all goes in the lockers out front, and the lockers cost nothing. I approve. A phone in a coffin would be a torch, and a torch would ruin the whole thing.
Because the dark is the point, as far as I can see from the shed. Proper dark, the kind you can’t get used to. Then the odd flash. I’ve been told that anybody bothered by flashing light, or prone to fits, or just plain afraid of the dark, is better off playing something else, and I’d say that’s fair. I don’t go in there myself without my head torch.
Gave the phone back. The young lady was very grateful and asked if I’d seen anything else down there. I said soil, mostly. She seemed relieved.
Tally: plots disturbed, two. Phones found, one. Phones that belonged to players, none, which is how it should be.
— H., groundskeeper
