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.