2 November 2023
Thursday. There is a speaker in my shed now. I did not ask for a speaker in my shed.
It started a couple of nights ago. Just a crackle at first. Then a voice, very bright, going up at the end of everything: hellooo, is that the groundskeeper? Lovely! Did anybody come up out of the ground last night? How many? How were they feeling?
I told it two, same as always, and that they looked shaken but cheerful. It said “oh, PERFECT” in a way I did not like. Then it said it would see them soon.
The staff tell me there is a new place along the way, a padded room with an intercom in it, and that the people who dig out of my plots sometimes end up there next. Not all of them. Only the ones who go looking for more. I have started to look at the footprints leaving my plots a bit differently.
Tally: plots disturbed, two. Voices in the shed, one. I have put a tea towel over the speaker. It still comes through, only muffled, like somebody cheerful at the bottom of a well.
— H., groundskeeper
