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.
A tarp-covered object buried in a flower bed | Source: Midjourney
“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.
Boy Promises to Water Old Lady’s Plants after She Moves to Nursing Home, Finds Note Left in Soil – Story of the Day
When Daniel saw his older neighbor fighting with her son over her plants, he offered to help and volunteered to water her garden for her. Sometime later, he found a note buried in the soil that changed everything in the most surprising way.
“I can’t believe you would ask that of me! I can’t come here every day to water your plants! If you gave me the house, I would do it!” Daniel heard someone shouting and stopped his bike in front of a pretty little house with a lovely garden. He knew that an older woman, Mrs. Carrino, lived there, but he had never talked to her, and he had no idea who was yelling.
Suddenly, Daniel saw a man exiting the house, still yelling, and the older woman was following him behind. “Arnold, I asked you to come and help me, and all you’ve talked about is getting this house! Are you crazy? Do you want me to die so you can have my house?”
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Daniel’s eyebrows went up, and he thought he should leave, but he was rooted in place.
Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing against each other made him flinch. “What the –”
“You’re being a drama queen, mother. This house will go to me anyway. I can’t believe you’re giving me this attitude when I came to help you move!”
“Leave now if that’s how you’re going to act!” Mrs. Carrino stated, which made Arnold stomp to his car and drive off in a huff. They were so engrossed in their fight that they didn’t even notice Daniel standing there with his bike.
Finally, the older woman saw him. “Oh, boy. What are you doing here? Do I know you?” she asked.
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“I live two houses down the street. I’m Daniel, Caroline’s son,” he stated, pointing back to his house. “I’m sorry, but I was biking around and heard the yelling. I got worried. Are you alright, Mrs. Carrino?”
“Oh, I recognize you now, and it’s so nice that you know my name. Don’t worry about that. It was just my son being a brat,” she explained.
“Why?”
“Well… I’m moving to a nursing home, and I asked him to come and help me. But he only came here to ask if I could give him the house. He said he was going to move in here. But I know he’s just going to sell it because he doesn’t value investment like I do. I worked hard to earn this place, and as long as I’m alive, I’m not selling it,” Mrs. Carrino revealed. “But then he made a scene after I asked him to water my plants. And I believe you saw the rest of the fight.”
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“I can do that,” Daniel said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Do what?”
“Water your plants.”
“I can’t pay you, dear,” Mrs. Carrino said, her eyes apologetic.
“I know. But I live so close. It’s not a problem,” Daniel insisted, and the older woman smiled brightly at him.
A few days later, Mrs. Carrino moved to a nearby nursing home in Florida, and Daniel kept his promise. He visited her home almost every day to water her plants and was happy to do so. Soon enough, he started to love gardening and would visit Mrs. Carrino to ask about adding some new plants.
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“Of course! And make sure to watch out for the soil,” she said, winking at him, although Daniel had no idea why she was acting cheeky.
Daniel began buying and adding new plants to the garden, thinking it would be great to start a gardening company in the future so his family wouldn’t have to struggle so much. His mother worked two jobs on the weekdays and one on weekends to keep him and his siblings fed and to pay rent. But it was not enough.
He only had a bike because he had found an old one and had taken side gigs to repair it. But gardening gave him an escape from all those money worries, and he felt terrific after planting something new and seeing how it started to grow. He never expected what he would find in the garden one day.
He had gotten some azaleas, which he read thrived in the Florida weather, and had started digging with a tiny shovel on a specific spot of the grass. Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing against each other made him flinch. “What the –”
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Dropping the shovel, he used his hands to unearth a mason jar with a metal top and found a note inside.
“Dear Daniel! Thank you for your help, this house is now yours! Go inside and find all the paperwork. You and your family can move in whenever you want!”
Daniel couldn’t believe his eyes, but he rushed inside, using the key Mrs. Carrino left him. On the kitchen counter, he saw the title to the house. Although he couldn’t understand what most of it said, he saw his name at the bottom.
Still in shock, he called Mrs. Carrino, who confirmed everything. “You’re going to need to sign it to complete the transfer. But I wanted you to find the note first!” Mrs. Carrino said.
His mother couldn’t believe it. They could move into the house and stop paying rent. There was no mortgage either, which would help his family immensely. They were so grateful for the older woman’s gift that his mother and other siblings started visiting her often, thinking of her as a grandmother.
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But during their move, Daniel discovered something even more curious. In Mrs. Carrino’s old room, there was another note. It was the same as the one he had found, but instead, it said “Arnold.” The older woman was actually planning to give her son the house if he helped her with her plants. But she changed her mind, and Daniel received a huge present just for being kind.
It was a lesson he would never forget.
What can we learn from this story?
- Aspire to be someone like Daniel, not Arnold. Arnold pretended to want to help his mother, but he only wanted her house. Meanwhile, Daniel did it out of the goodness of his heart.
- You should never feel entitled to an inheritance. While most parents like giving their children the results of their hard work, children should never feel entitled to it. Arnold assumed he was getting his mother’s house but he was wrong.
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