After my vacation, I returned home to find a massive hole in the center of my yard. I watched the security camera tape and froze in shock.
I went to the coast with a friend for a week. Everything was ideal: the sun, the sea, and the carefree evenings. We laughed at ridiculous old stories, ate delicious seafood, rode scooters, and spoke late into the night. I even began to feel rejuvenated, as if my life was finally heading in the right way. particularly following a difficult breakup.
At first, nothing seemed odd when I got home. The gate wasn’t broken, and the car was there. Just as I was getting excited to go back, all of a sudden… I went cold.
There was a massive hole on the well-kept lawn in the center of my yard. It was precisely rectangular and deep. These holes are dug—well, in graveyards.
I felt cold. This was done by whom? Why? What was this gloomy theater?
My initial thought was that perhaps some workers had confused the lots. However, I had undoubtedly not employed anyone. I went around the opening. There was a shovel close by. prints from boots. Someone had spent a long time digging hard.
I started to tremble. My throat became parched. This was obviously no accident. Someone came up with the notion. A message in an idea.
I hurried inside and switched on the security camera right away.
I paused when I noticed this when going back a few days.
Abruptly, a well-known person emerged. Good night. I was on vacation for the second day. She emerged in the shadow of a car’s headlights. My former girlfriend.
We had spent nearly two years together. Everything was wonderful at first, but she eventually became controlling, irritable, and violently jealous tendencies. I persevered for a while before simply leaving one day.
I gathered my belongings and departed without any scandals or hysterics. She called, wrote, and sobbed. Then it became quiet. I assumed it was finished. I was apparently mistaken.
She had on gloves and a hooded black hoodie. She had a shovel with her. and began excavating.
Nearly four hours in a row. with pauses. By themselves. in total quiet. Just the sound of digging and spotlights. She then removed a wooden cross from the hole’s edge, inserted it into the ground, turned to face the camera, and grinned. Coolly, calmly.
The cross has some writing on it.
I panned in. I had a trembling hand.
“There is a traitor here.”
I puked after running to the sink. It was more than a simple gesture. It served as a warning. Retaliation. An indication that she wasn’t finished. Perhaps she was still in the area. that she was observing.
I phoned the cops right away. described and played the video. They were quite serious about it. I couldn’t get rid of the impression that someone was observing me from behind the fence while I waited for the patrol. behind the woods. from the shadows.
She was taken into custody the following morning. She rented an apartment in a different neighborhood. She made no denials when being questioned. All she said was:
“All I wanted was for him to know how much I cared.”
She was taken for a mental health assessment. And I had trouble sleeping for a long time at night. I looked at the lawn every morning as I left the house, as though I would find a new hole there.
