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.
Full story in the first comment below 
I could barely breathe. The shovel had hit something soft. I bent down and gently cleared the dirt with my hands. Through the mud, fabric emerged — not a backpack, not a sack… a sleeve. I recoiled, heart pounding. Clothes on bones.
Cold terror flooded me. I dropped the shovel, bolted out of the pen, and with trembling fingers dialed the police. The words stumbled out: “I found… a body… in the yard…”.
The wait felt endless. Soon patrol cars arrived, and the yard filled with officers. They examined the site, exchanging glances — they understood more than they said aloud.
Later, I overheard their talk: they’d found the remains of a woman buried long ago. They discovered the previous owner of the house had disappeared years back. Her husband reported she’d left and never returned. The case went cold, and shortly after, he sold the farm and vanished from town.
Now it all made sense — my boar had sensed her rest. I stood frozen, unable to believe I had lived above this secret.
Police have reopened the case; the former owner is wanted. And I still hear the crunch of dirt and Chester’s snorting — he knew the truth before anyone else.
