You dont understand, I saw my son alive in a dream! the poor mother cried, but no one believed her. So she grabbed a shovel and started digging up her sons grave.
Just a month ago, the woman had been completely differentfull of life, strong, always busy. But after burying her only son, it was like something had burned her up from the inside.
Everything changed in just a few weeks. Her hair turned almost entirely grey, her hands shook, her eyes were hollow. She stopped eating, stopped talking to the neighbours, never left the house. Time stood still, and every day it got harder to drag herself out of bed.
But one night, everything shifted. She dreamed of her son. He stood in front of hernot in white, not like an angel, but alive. In his ordinary clothes, looking confused and scared. He took her hands and whispered,
Mum, Im alive. Help me.
She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding. It wasnt just a dream. Something in his voice, in his eyeseverything inside her screamed that he was alive, somewhere close, calling for her.
She went to the cemetery office, then the police, then forensic experts. She begged for an exhumationpleaded, explained, swore shed seen her son in a dream. No one took her seriously.
Its the grief talking, the authorities said sympathetically. You need time and support, not to go digging up graves.
But time didnt help. If anything, it got worseevery night, she heard her sons voice again. Every night, he called out to her.
One morning, before dawn, she took a shovel. The same one shed once used to plant trees with her son. She texted a friend and went to the graveyard.
The grave wasnt as deep as shed thought. The earth gave way easily. She dug slowly, breathless, her back achingbut with an almost eerie strength.
After an hour, she reached the coffin lid. She paused, pressed her hand against itas if she could hear breathing.
She opened it. And froze at what she saw.
The coffin was empty.
No body. No clothes. No trace.
At first, she thought she was going mad. But soon, an investigation began. It couldnt be ignored anymore. The police got involved. CCTV footage, autopsy reports, funeral witnessesall of it was checked.
And the deeper they dug, the stranger it got. It turned out her sons body had never arrived at the morgue.
The documents were forged. One of the medical staff had quit the day after. And her sonhed last been seen at a private clinic outside the city.
Weeks later, the awful truth came out: the boy hadnt died. Hed been part of a staged plot.
The goal? To cash in on a life insurance policy and make him disappearpart of an experiment at a closed psychiatric facility, backed by a pharmaceutical company. Hed been kidnapped, and everyone had been convinced he was dead.
The woman became a hero. She didnt break, didnt let grief silence a mothers instinct. Because of her, her son was found alivethough in bad shape. Now, theyre reunited.
She often says,
I didnt bury my son. I buried my fear. And I dug up the truth.
