My son and my daughter-in-law pushed me off a high cliff and thought I had died: “She has no one else, no one will even come looking for her.” But they didn’t know that I had survived, and that just a few hours later I would do something that would make both of them deeply regret what they had done 😨
I opened my eyes and for several seconds I couldn’t understand where I was.
Everything in front of me was blurry, there was a loud ringing in my ears, and my head hurt as if someone had hit me with something heavy. I tried to move and immediately felt a sharp pain in my side and leg.
Only then did I remember what had happened.
Not long before, I had been standing with my son and his wife at the top, near the edge of a high cliff. They said they wanted to show me a beautiful place they had recently visited for a walk.
I had no idea why they had really brought me there.
At one point, my daughter-in-law distracted me with conversation while my son came up behind me. I felt a hard shove in my back, the ground disappeared from beneath my feet, and I fell.
I was incredibly lucky.
During the fall, I first caught on some thick tree branches, which softened the impact a little, and only then did I hit the ground among rocks and dry pine needles.
That was the only reason I was still alive. My face was scratched, my clothes were torn, and blood was running from my nose, but I could breathe and even move my arms a little.
I was about to call for help when I suddenly heard familiar voices above me.
My son and daughter-in-law were climbing down.
“Are you sure she’s dead?” my daughter-in-law asked quietly.
“Of course,” my son replied. “No one could survive a fall like that.”
I felt my blood run cold. I closed my eyes and tried not to move.
They came very close. I could hear branches cracking beneath their feet.
“The important thing is that no one suspects anything.”
“And who would look for her? She has no one else.”
Those words hurt me more than the fall itself.
All my life, I had done everything I could for my son. After my husband died, I helped him financially, gave him my car, paid off his debts several times, and recently I had even told him that after my death, the house and all my savings would go to him anyway.
Apparently, he didn’t want to wait anymore.
“The police will think she simply slipped,” my daughter-in-law said. “Old people trip all the time.”
I lay completely still and even tried to breathe as quietly as possible.
What frightened me most was that they might come closer and decide to check my pulse.
But after a few minutes, they finally left. When their voices disappeared completely, I opened my eyes.
They thought they had gotten rid of me, but they had no idea that within a few hours, both of them would deeply regret what they had done. 😱😳 You can find the continuation of the story in the first comment 👇👇
I heard their footsteps fading away, then a car door slammed, and everything around me became quiet again.
I tried to get up. I couldn’t do it on the first attempt.
But I knew one thing: if I stayed there until nightfall, I really could die. So I slowly began crawling toward the forest road.
After some time, I heard the sound of an engine. A forestry service vehicle was driving down the road.
The men noticed me near the trees, stopped, and immediately called an ambulance.
A few hours later, I was already in the hospital.
Meanwhile, my son returned home and began acting as though nothing had happened.
But he had made one very big mistake. He had decided far too early that I was dead.
That same evening, he called our family notary and asked what documents would be needed after his mother’s death to transfer the house into his name.
The notary was surprised. He had known me for many years and immediately asked:
“What happened?”
My son replied that I had died during a walk in the mountains.
But no one had officially reported my death yet. A few minutes later, the notary tried to call me himself.
My phone had been broken, so he contacted an acquaintance of mine, and she began calling hospitals.
That was how they found out I was alive. The next day, my son and his wife came to the hospital.
They probably thought I had lost my memory from the fall.
When the door to my hospital room opened, I immediately saw their faces.
My daughter-in-law froze in the doorway.
My son turned pale.
“Mom…” was all he managed to say.
I looked at him calmly.
“You were asking about my house yesterday, weren’t you?”
He said nothing. At that moment, two police officers came out of the next room.
I had already told them everything.
Later, when my son asked me to drop the charges and said that he had “made a mistake,” I replied:
“A mistake is forgetting to lock the door. You left your own mother to die for a house.”
He never got the house.
