The first months of pregnancy were very hard for me — constant nausea, weakness, sleepless nights. And now on top of that, my mother-in-law, who wouldn’t let me live in peace.
Every morning — reproaches, scolding, mockery. And if I tried to say even a word back — she immediately complained to my husband and threatened to throw us out of the house.
That night I barely slept. Around five in the morning my eyes finally began to close, but the sleep was cut off by a sharp voice right next to my ear:
— Get up, you lazy good-for-nothing, I’m hungry. Make something, you do nothing but sleep all day!
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry.
— Mom, I feel bad, — I whispered. — I was sick all night.
— Keep your sickness to yourself! — she barked. — Women in our time gave birth and didn’t complain!
I got up and made breakfast, but something inside me snapped. I realized — this can’t go on. I had to come up with a plan for revenge to put the rude mother-in-law in her place. And here is what I did…
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At night, when everyone fell asleep, I turned on a recording on the speaker — quiet whispers, a child’s cry, sighs. I set the volume to the minimum, just enough for the sound to seem like it was coming from far away.
For the first few minutes nothing happened. But then I heard the bed creak in the next room — my mother-in-law had woken up.
It seemed like the house was silent, but from the kitchen she heard a quiet female whisper. As if someone were crying. She listened — the sound faded. She decided it was a dream.
A few minutes later again — crying, then rustling, then a male voice, barely audible.
My mother-in-law jolted upright on the bed, her heart pounding.
— Who’s there?! — she shouted.
There was no answer. Only a light knock on the wall and then silence again.
By morning she still hadn’t slept a minute.
— Didn’t you hear someone talking at night? — she asked me in the morning, her eyes frightened.
I smiled innocently:
— No, Mom, I didn’t sleep all night, I was reading a book, but there were no voices. Maybe you dreamed it?
The next night everything repeated. Whispers, knocks, a quiet child’s cry.
My mother-in-law began crossing herself, whispering prayers. She thought her late husband had come for her.
By morning, trembling, she approached me.
— I can’t do this anymore, something is happening in this house…
I looked at her calmly and quietly said:
— Maybe God is punishing you. Maybe it’s worth being just a little kinder to others.
From that moment she changed. She no longer shouted, no longer scolded me, no longer woke me up in the mornings. On the contrary — she brought me tea, asked how I was feeling.
And at night the house was perfectly quiet. The voices disappeared…
Because I turned off the speaker.
