By the time Ellie saw the small figure under her porch light, she knew the grave was still open. She knew the casket had gone down. She knew Tyler was supposed to be dead. Yet here he stood, shaking, dirt in his hands, whispering, “Help me.” And when his father and stepmother arrived, asking strange questions about “vandals” and “disturbances,” Ellie realized the real horror wasn’t the graveyard. It was stand… Continues…