The soldier arrived three days early — his commander had let him go for health reasons, but he decided not to tell his wife. He wanted to surprise her.

He quietly opened the gate and immediately noticed something strange: only the kitchen light was on in the house, and in the backyard someone was shuffling their feet. The sound was faint, as if it came from someone very old or very ill.

He approached the shed and lifted the latch. The door wasn’t even locked — just held shut from the inside with an old bucket.

Inside, sitting on a pile of old blankets, was his mother. Dark circles under her eyes, swollen fingers, a torn sweater. Next to her — a bowl with leftover porridge, covered in mold. The smell of dampness and cold hit him in the face.

When she saw her son, the mother flinched.

“Son… you… weren’t supposed to come for another three days…”

“Mom… why are you here?” his voice cracked.

She lowered her eyes and whispered:

“Because this way is better… for everyone…”

But when she tried to stand up, he saw deep rope marks on her wrists.

And then the soldier understood: his mother didn’t live in the shed. She was being locked in there.

He rushed into the house. His wife froze, holding her phone.

“Oh—oh… you’re already home?..” her voice trembled.

“Why is my mother in the shed?” Every word cut through the air.

The wife stayed silent. She turned pale as if she’d seen a ghost. Her answer would horrify the soldier even more 😨😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

At that moment the neighbor entered — the one who often “kept an eye on the house.” When she saw the soldier, she tried to walk past, but he blocked her way.

“What is going on here?”

The neighbor exhaled:

“Your wife said your mother had dementia… that she was dangerous… that she might slit all our throats at night. She asked me to help… to watch her… to feed her…”

The soldier felt the ground slip from under him. But the worst was yet to come.

On the table he noticed a thick folder of documents. He opened it — and saw powers of attorney for his house, his bank account. All signed by his mother… but the signature was crooked, trembling.

“She couldn’t have signed this,” he said in an icy voice.

And then his wife finally burst out, screaming:

“Of course she couldn’t! But I had to get the property while you were away! You wanted to send her to a nursing home anyway! I just sped up the process! I wasn’t planning to kill her — she just had to sign everything over to me! And she did!”

She slammed her fist on the table.

“And when everything was done — she wasn’t needed anymore. That’s all!”

The silence that followed was more terrifying than a scream.

The wife wasn’t cruel. Not insane. Not jealous or evil. She was greedy.

And for money, she locked the old woman in the shed, waiting for her to “break on her own.”

But she made one mistake — sometimes soldiers come home earlier than expected.