10/08/2025
🛄 For three days my boar had been stubbornly digging in the same spot, as if he sensed something important there. A chill ran down my spine when I found out why…
For three days I’d been watching my boar’s strange behavior. He kept digging at one single place, as if something hidden was calling to him.
At first, I just laughed — who knows what goes on in a pig’s head. But the longer he worked, the more uneasy I became.
The morning was quiet, golden sunlight sliding across the yard, and in the corner of the pen there was already a knee-deep hole. I filled it over and over, but he kept coming back to dig again.
By noon, my nerves snapped. I grabbed a shovel and started digging where he’d been so determined. The animal stood behind me, snorting, almost urging me on.
After a few minutes the shovel struck something solid. My heart lurched. I pushed the soil aside and saw faded fabric, soaked with mud. Thick, blue material — like an old piece of clothing.
😱 A shiver raced through me. It wasn’t a stone or a root. Something had been buried here long ago… and clearly wasn’t meant to be found. Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All Comments 🗨️