My husband and I live in a village — it’s quiet and peaceful. He works on a farm, and I take care of the garden and household. My mother-in-law lives in the city with her younger son — and to be honest, our relationship has never been good. From the very first day, she didn’t accept me. Always giving me judgmental looks, making sarcastic remarks. But I endured it — for my husband’s sake. Plus, the distance worked in my favor — we rarely saw each other.
But recently, she suddenly announced she wanted to “take a break from the city noise” 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 very first days, she started telling me how to live. Everything was wrong: the soup too salty, the curtains not ironed, and according to her, I was raising our five-year-old daughter the wrong way. She constantly provoked conflicts, and at one point even managed to create tension between me and my husband. One night I couldn’t take it anymore and cried. I just wanted it all to end quickly.
When she finally left, I felt relief. But the very next day, something strange began to happen.
Our dog, Baks — the kindest, smartest dog — suddenly became aggressive. He growled at the empty garden, ran in circles, then started scratching the soil near one of the beds, barking and digging with his paws. I tried to pull him away — he wouldn’t listen. He just looked at me and kept going.
The next day, he continued. I couldn’t stand it anymore — I grabbed a shovel. My heart was racing: a dog doesn’t dig and bark like that for no reason. Something was scaring him. I started digging where he had been barking.
And then the ground collapsed. I froze. Sticking out of the soil was…
…a black bag. Tied shut. With trembling hands, I pulled it out.
Inside was 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 went through my body. I realized this was something occult — maybe 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 this while I was in the kitchen or with my 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 never believed in such things, but what happened with our dog, and all the things my mother-in-law said and did in those last days… it all came together in one terrifying picture.
Since then, I’ve forbidden her from coming to our house. I told my husband everything. At first, he didn’t believe me, but later he saw the photos and the bag, which I kept as proof. He stayed silent for a very long time.
And ever since, the dog sleeps only by the door, as if guarding us.
I don’t know exactly what my mother-in-law wanted to do, but I’m sure of one thing: she will never cross our doorstep again.
What do you think — am I overreacting? Could it be something else?
