My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

coming from her side of the fence.

I got up and walked to the window.

There was a figure in her yard, and it seemed too tall and broad to be her. It was moving something heavy under a blue tarp toward her side door.

“Karen,” I whispered. “Karen, wake up.”

“What?”

“There’s someone in her yard.”

“Probably her son or something. Come back to bed.”

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