BREAKING: At least 4 dead…

My neighbor dug holes in her backyard every weekend — then the police suddenly arrived one morning. I had lived next to Mrs. Harper for almost four years, and through all that time I knew very little about her. She was 72, lived alone, and never let anyone into her home. The curtains stayed drawn, the lights were always low, and she avoided conversations that lasted more than thirty seconds. Yet every weekend I watched her in the backyard digging. At first I assumed she liked gardening, though she never planted anything. She would dig for hours, utterly absorbed, then fill the holes back in before sunset as if nothing had happened. Curiosity finally got the better of me one Saturday. I went to the fence and laughed awkwardly. "Mrs. Harper… what exactly are you digging for back there?" The second she heard my voice, she froze. Then she quickly dropped the shovel and forced a strange smile. "Oh, nothing important," she mumbled before hurrying back inside the house without another word. After that, things felt even stranger. Sometimes I heard sounds outside late at night. Once there were muddy footprints from her backyard to the side door. Another time I thought I saw her hauling something heavy under a tarp. I kept telling myself it was none of my business. Then one morning I woke to flashing police lights outside my window. At least six officers were surrounding Mrs. Harper’s backyard while detectives sifted through the dirt with shovels. Neighbors gathered on the street, whispering nervously. And before I could stop myself… I walked closer and looked down into one of the open holes. The second I saw what was buried there, my entire body went cold.👇👇👇