Life in our little village is usually calm. My husband works on a farm, and I take care of our home and garden. The only real tension in my life has been my mother-in-law — she’s never liked me, never hid it either. Thankfully, she lives in the city, so visits are rare.

But recently, she said she needed a break from the city and came to stay for a week. From the moment she arrived, she criticized everything—my cooking, my parenting, even the way I iron curtains. She stirred up arguments and tension until I finally broke down in tears. When she left, I felt like I could breathe again.

Then something strange happened.

The next day, our sweet dog Bucks started growling and digging obsessively in the garden. It went on for two days. I couldn’t ignore it anymore—I grabbed a shovel and dug where he barked.

What I found chilled me: a black bag buried beneath the soil. Inside were clumps of hair, a child’s dress, a broken doll, and photos of my family… with the eyes scratched out.

I took the bag to a church. The priest confirmed my fear: it was a curse, meant to tear a family apart.

The only person who could’ve buried it? My mother-in-law.

When I showed my husband, he didn’t want to believe it—until he saw the photos.

Now, I’ve made one thing clear: she’s never setting foot in our home again.

And every night since, our dog has slept by the front door—like he’s still guarding us.

What would you do in my shoes?