My spouse and I reside in a village, which is calm and serene. He works on a farm, while I stay at home and tend to the garden and household. My mother-in-law lives in the city with her younger son, and to be honest, we have never gotten along. She did not accept me right away. Always casting critical glances or making caustic remarks. But I suffered it for my husband’s sake. Besides, the distance helped—we didn’t see her often.
However, she recently expressed a desire to “get away from the city hustle” and came to be with us for one week. She claimed she missed us. I had a horrible feeling, but my spouse insisted. She began critiquing everything I did right away. The soup was excessively salty, the curtains were not pressed, and she claimed I was raising our 5-year-old daughter incorrectly. She was constantly causing disputes and even managed to drive a wedge between me and my spouse. One night, I burst into tears because I simply wanted it to end.
When she eventually went, I sighed in relief. But the next day, something unexpected happened. Bucks, our kindest and smartest dog, suddenly became hostile. He growled at the vacant garden, went around in circles, and began clawing the earth near one of the garden beds while barking and digging. I attempted to stop him, but he would not listen. He just gazed at me and kept going.
It did not stop the next day. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed a shovel. My heart pounded. A dog does not dig and snarl without a reason. Something scared him. I began digging where he was barking. …in a black bag. Tied shut. My heart skipped a beat when I took it out. Inside, there was a peculiar stench and unusual artifacts, including clumps of hair, an old child’s outfit (not my daughter’s), a doll with a shattered head, and a bundle of photos of myself, my husband, and our daughter. having their eyeballs scratched out.
A shiver went down my spine. I realized this was occult, possibly even a curse. Who could have done it? There was only one answer: my mother-in-law. She was the only person who had been in our yard. The only one who could have buried it while I was cooking or caring for our infant. I wasn’t sure what to do. I delivered the bag to a church. The priest described it as “a curse meant to destroy a family.”
I never believed in such things, but what happened with our dog, and everything my mother-in-law said and did in the last days, all fit into one terrible image. Since then, I have prevented her from returning to our home. I told my hubby everything. He didn’t believe me at first—until he saw the images and the bag I had preserved as proof. He remained silent for a long time.
Since then, our dog has only slept at the door, as if guarding us. I’m not sure what my mother-in-law intended, but one thing is certain: she will never enter our home again. What do you think? Am I overreacting? Could it be anything else?