When April catches her husband, Benedict, staring at their gorgeous new neighbor’s yard instead of mowing the lawn, she peeks over to see what he’s looking at. Her frustration quickly turns to alarm at what she sees there, prompting her to call the police.
You know those idyllic Saturday mornings you always read about in lifestyle magazines? The ones where the sun is shining just right, the coffee’s brewing, and everyone’s in a good mood?
Yeah, this wasn’t one of those mornings.
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I stepped out into our backyard and immediately noticed something was off. Benedict was supposed to be mowing the lawn, a chore that was long overdue.
But instead of the sound of the mower, there was just silence, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves.
“Benedict!” I called out, my voice laced with frustration.
I scanned the yard, spotting him standing near the fence that separated us from our new neighbor, Angela.
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“Benedict, what are you doing?”
No response. He was just standing there, staring intently at something on the other side of the fence. I could feel my patience thinning. I marched over, my slippers slapping against the patio as I went.
“Benedict, did you hear me? The lawn isn’t going to mow itself!”
Still, nothing. It was like he was in a trance. I huffed and moved to stand beside him, following his gaze to see what had him so captivated.
And that’s when I saw her. Angela.
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She’d moved in a little over a week ago, and ever since, there’d been something about her that just didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was the way she kept to herself, or how she always seemed to be watching us from her window.
Or maybe it was because she was drop-dead gorgeous: blonde, early twenties, the kind of woman who looked like she belonged in a glossy magazine ad rather than a suburban neighborhood.
Today, however, she was in her yard, meticulously burying something large and wrapped in a tarp in her flower bed.
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My heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t normal.
“Benedict, are you seeing this?” I whispered, my voice shaking.
He finally turned to look at me, a confused expression on his face. “Seeing what?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’? Angela! She’s burying something in her yard. Something big!”
Benedict blinked, his brows furrowing as he tried to process what I was saying. “Maybe it’s just garden stuff?”
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“Garden stuff? Wrapped in a tarp?” I could hear the hysteria creeping into my voice. “We need to call the police.”
“April, don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?” he said, scratching his head. “It’s probably nothing.”
Before I could argue further, Angela looked up and saw us watching her. Her face went from calm and focused to sheer panic. She quickly started shoveling more dirt over the tarp, her movements frantic.
“Oh my god, she saw us!” I gasped, pulling Benedict’s arm as I ducked out of sight. “We’re calling the police.”
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My hands were trembling so much that it took me three tries to dial 911. When the dispatcher picked up, I struggled to keep my voice steady.
“There’s a woman burying something in her yard,” I stammered. “It looks like a body.”
“Ma’am, please stay calm,” the dispatcher said in a soothing tone. “Can you give me your address?”
I rattled off our location, my eyes never leaving Angela. She was glancing around nervously as she patted down the dirt, her face pale.
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The police arrived in record time.
Their sirens blared, cutting through the suburban quiet, and sending a ripple of anxiety down my spine. I dragged Benedict with me to the front of the yard.
I stood there, my heart pounding, as officers in crisp uniforms poured out of their cars and approached Angela’s yard with an air of authority.
“Stay back, ma’am,” one of the officers instructed me, his voice calm but firm.
I nodded, gripping Benedict’s arm for support. He finally seemed to snap out of his stupor, his eyes widening as the reality of the situation hit him.
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The officers moved quickly, their boots crunching on the gravel as they crossed into Angela’s yard. She stood frozen, her face pale, hands raised slightly in a gesture of surrender.
“What’s going on here?” one officer demanded, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the freshly turned earth in the flower bed.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Angela exclaimed, her voice trembling. “I can explain!”
“Let’s see what’s under there first,” another officer said, motioning for his partner to investigate the freshly turned earth in the flower bed.
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The second officer scraped away dirt and soon revealed the tarp.
“There’s something buried under here,” he called out as he hurriedly shoveled more of the dirt aside. It didn’t take long before he revealed a lumpy form a little over five feet long.
“Open it up,” the first officer said in a serious tone.
The moment felt like it stretched on forever. My breath hitched as the tarp was pulled back, revealing what looked unmistakably like a human form.
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“Oh my god,” I whispered, my knees threatening to give way. Benedict tightened his grip on my arm, his face a mask of shock.
But then, as the officers peeled the tarp further, the truth came to light. It wasn’t a body. It was a mannequin. A lifelike, hyper-realistic mannequin, complete with detailed features and even eyelashes. The initial wave of horror was replaced by a confusing mix of relief and bewilderment.
“It’s a sculpture,” Angela said, her voice firmer now, though still edged with fear.
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“I’m an artist. I specialize in hyper-realistic sculptures for exhibitions. This one wasn’t ready for public display, and I didn’t have space to store it properly, so I was burying it temporarily.”
The officers exchanged looks, one of them nodding slightly. “Alright, we’re going to need to verify that. Can we take a look inside your house?”
Angela nodded, her shoulders slumping as the tension began to drain away. “Yes, of course. Follow me.”
We watched as the officers followed her inside.
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My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. Was this really happening? Had we just called the police on our neighbor over a misunderstanding?
A few minutes later, the officers returned, looking somewhat sheepish. “Her story checks out,” one of them said, addressing us. “She’s got a whole studio full of art supplies and other sculptures. This was just a big misunderstanding.”
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. “I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my face flushing. “I just… I thought…”
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“It’s okay,” Angela said, her expression a blend of amusement and irritation. “I get it. It did look pretty suspicious.”
“You could have just asked her, April,” Benedict chimed in, a small smile playing on his lips. “Maybe then we wouldn’t have half the police force in our yard.”
“Not helping, Benedict,” I muttered, elbowing him lightly.
Angela sighed, a small smile breaking through her frustration. “It’s fine, really. I’m just glad it’s all cleared up. Maybe next time, we can just talk?”
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“Agreed,” I said, feeling a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. “I’m really sorry for all this. I guess I let my imagination get the better of me.”
Angela laughed, the sound easing the remaining tension. “No harm done. It’s actually kind of funny when you think about it.”
We all shared a laugh, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting us. As the police wrapped up and left, Angela and I stood there, a tentative understanding forming between us.
“Let’s move past this and be good neighbors, okay?” she suggested, extending her hand.
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“Absolutely,” I agreed, shaking her hand firmly. “I’d like that.”
Benedict looked between us and grinned. “Well, I guess I’d better start on that lawn. Who knew a little yard work could turn into such an adventure?”
He nodded to Angela and strode off down the side of the house. As he fired up the mower, the familiar hum filled the air, bringing a sense of normalcy back to our Saturday morning.
Angela waved goodbye, heading back to her yard, and I watched her go, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and amusement.
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“Life in the suburbs, huh?” I said to myself, shaking my head.
Just then, my eldest son appeared at the front door. He watched with wide eyes as the cops drove away before staring at me.
“Mom? Are you in trouble with the police?” he asked.
“No, honey,” I said with a laugh as I stepped inside. “What do you say to having pancakes for breakfast?”
As I stood mixing pancake batter a few minutes later, I couldn’t help but feel thankful.
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What had initially seemed like a scary incident had ended in laughter and a newfound friendship. And as the hum of the lawnmower droned on, life returned to its usual rhythm, with a twist of unexpected excitement to remember.
Rich Orphan Visits His Foster Family 10 Years after Moving Out, Finds Dilapidated House There – Story of the Day
An orphan decided to visit his foster family ten years after moving out in order to thank them for all they’ve done for him. When he arrived in front of their dilapidated house, he asked what happened and how it ended up that way.
Chuck looked around the room with a smile on his face, savoring the moments he had with his foster family. He had just turned 18 and was now ready to go to college.
He watched how his foster mom sang him a happy birthday as she clapped her hands, and how his dad had an arm on his mom’s shoulder as he sang along. Then he looked at his foster brother, Ivan, who looked bored out of his wits with his head on the table, refusing to sing along.
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Chuck loved his family dearly because they never treated him as an outcast. Although he and Ivan did not get along, he knew that his parents loved him because they spent their own money raising him.
“I will miss you guys so much. Thank you for this birthday celebration,” he told them before blowing out the candles on his cake.
“We will miss you too, son. I hope you come back and visit us once you’re done with university,” his foster dad Chase told him.
Chuck blew out his candles and made a wish. They enjoyed one last meal together before he was off to college.
“Oh, sweetheart,” his mom sighed. “I can still remember the day we got you and took you home. I can’t believe you’re all grown up and going to college,” she said, tears forming in her eyes.
“I know, mom. I am the luckiest boy. I am so thankful that you took me in. Without you, I am nothing,” Chuck said, holding his mom’s hand. “Thank you for all the love and care you gave me.”
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At this point, Ivan had enough. “Oh, please,” he rolled his eyes. “Can we just eat in silence? Your sentimentality is making me sick!”
Instead of fighting back, Chuck smiled. “I know you’ll enjoy not having me around anymore, Ivan, but I’ll miss you too.”
That night, Chuck couldn’t sleep in excitement. His bags were all packed and he was ready to take the bus to the university the following day.
“It’s time to go, honey,” his mom called out to him the next morning.
Chuck looked around his room one last time, knowing it was the last time he would be seeing it in a long time. He embraced his parents one last time before heading out the door.
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“I’m on my own now,” he said. “You gave me all I needed, and I’m sorry if I was an added burden to you because of that. I promise I’ll do my best to become a successful person. I will come back and repay you for all you’ve done!”
It was Chuck’s personal decision to leave the foster care system once he was able. Although he loved his parents dearly, he chose not to get adopted legally to save his parents the money it would cost. After all, knowing they loved him was more than enough for him.
Chuck really did his best in school, keeping his promise. He studied law and was motivated to become a good lawyer after he graduated.
After passing the bar, he started working for a top law firm. From being just an associate, he rose up the ranks until he became a partner in the firm. Ultimately, he lost touch with his parents. While they wrote to each other in the beginning, his work made it less possible, until their communication stopped entirely.
It had been ten years since he last saw his foster parents. Chuck had a client in the city where he grew up, so he decided to drop in on his old home. He realized it was about time he visited his foster parents, so he took a day off to spend time with them. But what greeted him there was totally unexpected.
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Apart from an unkempt lawn, you could hardly see the white paint on the walls which had been entirely covered in vines. As he walked towards the front door, he even wondered if anyone still lived there.
Chuck rang the doorbell, but it was no longer working. He was about to turn back thinking no one lived there anymore until he heard a voice from inside. He decided to knock.
After a couple of seconds, his foster dad opened the door. “Chuck?” he called out. “Is that you?”
“Dad,” he said, embracing him tightly. “What happened here?! Are you alright? Where’s mom and Ivan?” he asked. He had so many questions running through his head, and he wanted answers.
“Come in, son. I can’t believe you made it home. How long has it been? 10 years?” he said, bringing his adoptive son inside the house. “Honey, it’s Chuck! Chuck is home!” he called out to his wife.
As soon as his mom came out of the kitchen, Chuck’s heart sank. She was no longer the healthy woman he once knew. She looked frail as if she hadn’t eaten properly in weeks. “Mom!” he cried out. “What happened?”
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“Ivan told us he was starting a business about five years ago. We were so happy because even though he didn’t want to go to college, we thought he had found a direction in life. It turns out, he just wanted us to give him money so he could do whatever he wanted,” his dad shared.
“He promised he would give us a share of his earnings, but that never happened. Because of him, we’re in debt,” his mom added with tears in her eyes. “We didn’t think we would ever see you again, sweetheart. I am so glad you visited,” she said, embracing Chuck again.
Chuck could not believe what his parents had gone through at the hands of his brother. He took them out to dinner, and when they got home, promised to be back the following day.
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The next day, he returned and told them that they had nothing to worry about anymore. “I paid off the loan and any legal damages it incurred. I also hired someone to repair the house. I would also like to give you this,” he said, handing them a passbook.
“Chuck!” his mom cried. “You didn’t have to do any of this. It’s too much. We didn’t raise you thinking you’d ever pay us back,” she told him.
“I never saw you and Ivan differently,” his dad added. “To me, you were both my sons. But now, I can’t believe that it’s you who genuinely loves and cares for us. And Ivan left us for dead.”
Chuck shook his head. “I owe you both so much more than just money,” he replied. “You gave me a home – a family. Money is nothing to me. Family is everything! I love you both and will take care of you for the rest of my life,” he promised.
What can we learn from this story?
- Never forget those who helped you. Chuck never forgot his foster parents, who did so much to raise him. He lived comfortably because of them and wanted to give back to them as much as he could.
- Family matters over everything. Ivan betrayed his parents over money, valuing material possessions over familial relationships. Meanwhile, Chuck always cherished family over everything else, so he was more than willing to cut his fortune in half if it meant his parents living comfortably.
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