My husband and I live in a village — it’s quiet and peaceful. He works on a farm, and I stay at home, tending the garden and taking care of the household.
My mother-in-law lives in the city with her younger son — and to be honest, we’ve never had a good relationship.
From day one, she didn’t accept me.
Always giving me judgmental looks and making sarcastic comments.
But I tolerated it. For the sake of my husband.
Plus, the distance helped — we rarely saw each other.
She came to visit, and after she left, the dog started growling and scratching the ground: I began digging where he barked and found something horrifying.
Recently, she suddenly announced that she wanted to “take a break from city life” and came to stay with us for a week.
She said she missed us. I had a bad feeling about it, but again — my husband insisted.
From the first day, she started telling me how to live.
Everything was wrong: the soup was too salty, the curtains weren’t ironed, and our daughter (she’s five) — according to her — I was raising all wrong.
She constantly provoked arguments, and at one point, even managed to stir conflict between my husband and me.
One night, I broke down crying.
I just wanted it to be over.
When she finally left, I breathed a sigh of relief.
But the very next day, something strange began to happen.
Our dog, Bucks — the sweetest, smartest dog — suddenly started acting aggressively.
He growled at the empty garden, ran in circles, then began digging at one of the garden beds, barking, scratching at the ground.
I tried to pull him away — he wouldn’t listen.
He looked at me and kept behaving strangely.
The next day, he continued. I couldn’t take it anymore — I grabbed a shovel.
My heart was pounding: a dog doesn’t dig and growl for no reason.
Something had scared him.
I started digging in the spot where he barked.
And then the ground collapsed. I froze. Sticking out of the dirt was…
She came to visit, and after she left, the dog started growling and scratching the ground: I began digging where he barked and found something horrifying.
Sticking out of the ground… was a black bag. Tied shut.
With a sinking heart, I pulled it out.
Inside — a horrible smell and strange items: clumps of hair, an old child’s dress (not my daughter’s!), a doll with a broken head, and a bundle of photographs — of me, my husband, and our daughter… with the eyes scratched out.
A chill ran through my body. I realized this was something witch-like, possibly a curse.
Who could have done this?
There was only one answer — my mother-in-law.
She was the only one who had been in our yard, the only one who could have buried it while I was in the kitchen or with our child.
I didn’t know what to do. I took the bag to the church.
The priest said it was “a curse meant to destroy a family.”
I don’t believe in these things, but what happened with our dog, and everything my mother-in-law had said and done in those last few days… it all fit together into one terrifying picture.
She came to visit, and after she left, the dog started growling and scratching the ground: I began digging where he barked and found something horrifying.
Since then, I’ve forbidden her from coming to our home.
I told my husband everything.
He didn’t believe me at first, but then he saw the photos and the bag — I kept them as proof.
He was silent for a long time.
And our dog has slept by the door ever since, as if guarding us.
I don’t know what my mother-in-law intended to do, but I’m sure of one thing: she will never set foot in our home again.
What do you think? Am I overreacting?
Could it have been something else?
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