My husband and I live in a village \u2014 quiet, peaceful. He works on a farm, and I stay home, taking care of the garden and the house. My mother-in-law lives in the city with her younger son \u2014 and to be honest, our relationship has never worked out. From the very first day she didn\u2019t accept me. Either that judgmental look, or those sarcastic comments. But I endured it. For my husband. And besides, the distance helped \u2014 we saw each other rarely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But recently she suddenly announced that she wanted to \u201crest from the city fuss\u201d and came to stay with us for a week. Said she missed us. I knew it wouldn\u2019t lead to anything good, but again \u2014 my husband insisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the very first days she began teaching me how to live. Everything was wrong: the soup too salty, the curtains not ironed, and the child (our five-year-old daughter) I was, in her opinion, raising all wrong. She constantly provoked arguments, and at one point she even managed to create a quarrel between me and my husband. I couldn\u2019t take it and cried at night. I just wanted it all to end as soon as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When she finally left, I exhaled. But the very next day something strange began happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our dog, Bucks \u2014 the kindest and smartest dog \u2014 suddenly began acting aggressively. He was growling at the empty garden, running in circles, then he started scratching the ground near one of the beds, barking, digging with his paws. I tried to pull him away \u2014 he wouldn\u2019t listen. He looked at me and continued his strange behavior.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next day he continued. I couldn\u2019t stand it \u2014 I went to get a shovel. My heart was pounding: a dog wouldn\u2019t just dig and growl for no reason. Something was scaring him. I started digging in the spot where he had been barking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then the ground collapsed. I froze. From the earth was sticking out\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Continuation in the first comment\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the ground was sticking out\u2026 a black bag. Tied shut. With a pounding heart I pulled it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside \u2014 a terrible smell and strange objects: clumps of hair, an old children\u2019s dress (not my daughter\u2019s!), a doll with a broken head, and also \u2014 a bundle with photographs on which were me, my husband, and our daughter\u2026 with scratched-out eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A cold wave washed over my body. I understood that this was something witchcraft-related, possibly a curse. Who could have done this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was only one answer \u2014 my mother-in-law. Only she had been in our yard, only she could have dug a hole while I was cooking in the kitchen or spending time with the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t know what to do. I took what I found to the church. The priest said it was \u201ca curse for the destruction of the family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t believe in such things, but what happened with our dog, and everything my mother-in-law had been saying and doing in the past days\u2026 it all fit into one horrifying picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since then, I forbade her from coming to our house. I told everything to my husband. At first he didn\u2019t believe me, but then he saw the photos and the bag, which I kept as evidence. He stayed silent for a very long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the dog has slept only by the door ever since, as if guarding us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know what exactly my mother-in-law wanted to do, but I\u2019m sure of one thing: she will never again cross the threshold of our home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do you think, am I dramatizing? Could it be something else?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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