MY ELDERLY NEIGHBOR VISITED AN OLD CABIN EVERY DAY AT THE SAME TIME — I NEARLY FAINTED WHEN I CHECKED INSIDE ONE DAY.

I just moved into a new neighborhood, and my closest neighbor is a 65-year-old woman. She lives in an old house with a shabby shack about 20 feet away. She’s super secretive and totally brushes me off when I try to chat.

But here’s the weird part: every day at 9 a.m. and 9 p.m., she heads to that shack with some bags, spends about 20 minutes there, and then heads back. One time I tried to approach the shack, but she came running out, screaming, “STAY AWAY! I’LL CALL THE COPS!” Alright, I backed off.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to check it out at night. When I got to the shack, I found a big lock on the door. But then I spotted a small gap in the wooden door. I peered through it and almost passed out. With my flashlight, I saw that on the floor was lying a ⬇️

**Maya decides to move away from the city, settling in a quiet neighborhood just outside the hustle and bustle. When she arrives, she plans to embrace a peaceful life, but soon that tranquility is disrupted when she notices that the woman across the road is up to something.**

When I relocated to the outskirts of the city, I was seeking peace.

After 32 years of city noise, suffocating crowds, and the endless chase for more, I was done. I craved quiet and serenity—a place where I could breathe and just sit down to write all the stories waiting to burst forth from me. So, I found a charming little house on the edge of a small neighborhood. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, and time seemed to slow down.