Everyone Thought She’d Lost Her Mind H

Throughout the summer, villagers watched an elderly woman

climb onto her roof each morning, placing sharpened wooden stakes in careful rows.

Many assumed grief had unsettled her, whispering that she was acting out of fear or superstition after her husband’s death.

As her house grew more threatening in appearance, rumors spread and some mocked her, convinced she had lost her sense.

When asked why she continued, she replied only that she was “afraid of what was coming,” offering no further explanation.

Despite rain, cold, and ridicule, she worked with steady precision, knowing exactly what she was doing.

When winter storms finally struck, roofs across the village were torn apart—except hers.

Her home remained intact, protected by the very stakes others had feared.

Only then did neighbors learn she had followed “an old method her husband once described,” passed down through generations.

What seemed like madness was preparation, and what looked strange was quiet wisdom shaped by experience and resilience.