An elderly woman dug the ground every night: one day, the neighbors decided to follow her and learned the terrible truth

In the evenings, the village was silent, only from one yard came a dull sound – a shovel went into the ground again and again. “Do you hear?” one neighbor asked quietly. “I hear… she’s digging again,” answered another.

At night, when the windows were already dark and only rare dogs barked in the darkness, the dull knock of a shovel could be heard from the garden on the outskirts. The neighbor, a woman of about sixty with a soft, tired smile, went out into the yard every night and began to dig the ground. The moonlight picked out her silhouette among the flower beds and old picket fence, and the ground under her feet gradually turned into uneven holes.

At first, people just exchanged glances, discussing this on a bench near the store. They had very different ideas about this. — Maybe she’s replanting potatoes?

— one said. — In November? At night?

Something’s wrong here. — I’m telling you, she’s hiding something. — But what?

— the neighbors kept discussing. One day, curiosity got the better of them — and two neighbors decided to follow. They hid behind an old barn and watched for hours as the old woman, breathing heavily, dug into the dense soil with a shovel, sometimes kneeling down, as if listening to something underground.

The neighbors were simply horrified when they finally realized why the woman was digging the ground so diligently and what exactly she was hiding

The truth was revealed by accident. One of the neighbors, under the pretext of bringing a jar of jam, came to her during the day. Over a cup of tea, the woman confessed that before his death, her husband had told her that many years ago, he had buried several valuables in the yard: antique jewelry, gold coins, even a family ring.

He was weak, spoke quietly, and never managed to tell her the exact location. At first, the widow thought she could forget about it. But with each passing day, the thought of treasures haunted her.

And so, armed with a shovel, she began her search. Pit after pit, flowerbed after flowerbed – but so far no glitter of gold, no antique coins. Only dark, damp earth, the smell of which now filled her house.

They say that she is still digging. And no one knows – whether it is simply a thirst to find her husband’s legacy, or whether there is something else hidden under her garden that he never dared to tell her.

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