My mother-in-law was visiting, and after she left, our dog started growling and scratching the ground: I began digging where he was barking and found something horrifying

My husband and I live in a village — it’s quiet and peaceful. He works on a farm, and I stay at home, tending to the garden and the household. My mother-in-law lives in the city with her younger son — and to be honest, we’ve never gotten along. She didn’t accept me from day one. Always giving judgmental looks or making sarcastic comments. But I endured it — for my husband’s sake. Besides, the distance helped — we didn’t see her often.

But recently, she suddenly said she wanted to “get away from the city hustle” and came to stay with us for a week. Claimed she missed us. I had a bad feeling about it, but again — my husband insisted.

From the very first days, she started criticizing everything I did. The soup was too salty, the curtains weren’t ironed, and she said I was raising our 5-year-old daughter the wrong way. She constantly provoked arguments and even managed to drive a wedge between me and my husband. One night, I broke down crying — I just wanted it all to end.

When she finally left, I sighed with relief. But the very next day, something strange started happening.

Our dog, Bucks — the kindest, smartest dog — suddenly began acting aggressive. He growled at the empty garden, ran in circles, and started scratching the dirt near one of the garden beds, barking and digging. I tried to stop him — he wouldn’t listen. He just stared at me and kept going.

The next day, it 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 was scaring him. I started digging where he was barking.

And then the ground collapsed. I froze. Sticking out of the earth was… To be continued in the first comment

…a black bag. Tied shut. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled it out.

Inside — a terrible 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 photos of me, my husband, and our daughter… with the eyes scratched out.

A chill ran down my spine. I realized this was something occult — maybe even a curse. Who could’ve done it?

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 cooking or with our child.

I didn’t know what to do. I brought the bag to a 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 everything my mother-in-law said and did those last days… it all fit into one terrifying picture.

Since then, I’ve forbidden her from ever setting foot in our home again. I told my husband everything. At first, he didn’t believe me — but then he saw the photos and the bag I had kept as proof. He was silent for a long time.