At 82 and living alone, I thought I knew everything about my quiet neighborhood until a stormy night revealed a secret buried in my backyard.
They say storms come when the sky has something to say. That night, the sky had a lot on its mind. I was brewing a pot of tea in my kitchen when the first crack of thunder rattled the windows.
I’m not one to scare easily, but how the wind howled through the trees outside sent a shiver down my spine. My old house creaked in protest as if bracing itself for the worst.
An elderly lady making tea in her kitchen at night | Source: Midjourney
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