An elderly woman spent the entire summer and autumn covering the roof of her house with sharp wooden stakes.
The entire village was convinced she had lost her mind… until winter finally arrived Day after day, week after week, she climbed onto the roof and added more of the pointed spikes.
Their numbers kept growing. From afar, the house looked disturbing—almost threatening.
At first, people simply stared. Soon, the whispers began. “Have you seen her house?”
“Yes… Ever since her husband died, she hasn’t been the same.” Her husband had passed away a year earlier, leaving her completely alone.
She spoke to no one now, kept to herself. And this strange behavior only seemed to confirm what the neighbors already believed—something was wrong.
