After 10 years, mother returns to the abandoned home where she had left her one-year-old kid and discovers something that makes her cry

Over ten years ago, something terrible happened in Yaroslavl, a Russian City.

One day quite some time ago, a neighbor heard that a baby was crying in a house not far away, but at the time he didn’t think about it a whole lot and went back to his daily life.

In the days that proceeded, he noticed that the baby continued to cry inconsolably, even though no one had seen any signs of life from the house, there were never lights on or any sign of activity at all.

The neighbors really started to worry and called the police to investigate.

When the police got into the house it was derelict and empty, the people who had lived there before had taken all their things, cleared the house, and disappeared.

The only thing that was left in the house was their own little baby, how awful!

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The little girl was one year old and they found her on a dirty cold floor all on her own for many days!!

The authorities investigated further and discovered that the baby was called Liza Verbitskaya, although her parents were nowhere to be seen, in fact, no one could find them or knew where they were.

Little Liza was taken to a doctor and she recovered in the hospital for a good number of days to make sure she really was nursed back to health after her ordeal.

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While she was in the hospital there was a woman called Inna Nika, she was there looking after her sick son and was there day and night.

One particular day she happened to hear a scream from the hospital room next door and had a look inside the room, out of curiosity and concern, to see what was going on. Little Liza was there in the room and Inna felt a maternal pull toward the little girl.

From that day forth, Inna visited Liza every day and came with clothes, food and toys for her.

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Inna was about to visit Liza one day, like every other day, but Liza was not there, she had gone. She found out that the little girl was thought to be strong enough to be released from care at the hospital to an orphanage.

Inna felt so empty and really yearned to be reunited with the little girl again, so much so that she made the decision to go and find her!

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When she did find her she felt that there was no doubt in her mind, she wanted to adopt the little girl. Inna began the adoption process as soon as she could and after a lot of paperwork Liza was given permission to live with Inna and her family, where she loved her like one of her own.

When Inna adopted Liza, with the paperwork and delays, she was nearly two. She was so afraid of loud noises she couldn’t chew food! She had been very traumatized…

Inna was more determined than ever to give the little girl the ware and love that she had always needed and her dark times were clearly in the past.

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Liza found it difficult to learn to walk, but as she got older Inna joined her with a dance school, she hoped that she would become more comfortable in herself and it would bring her out of her shell.

Exactly why, nobody will be 100% sure, but with all the love and the care she received from her adopted mom, it wasn’t long before Liza bloomed like another girl of her age.

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Liza was really dark skinned unlike her siblings and stuck out like a sore thumb, it really was not easy as she began to grow up. Inna always said to her daughter that she should never listen to others as they are easily driven by jealousy.

The now teenage Liza has won several beauty contests, many talents show and worked her first job as a fashion model. Such an amazing contrast to how her life started and how she has succeeded!

I Shared My First Couple Pic on Facebook—Then This Chilling Message Popped Up

Social media can sneak into your life and become part of your relationships, whether you want it to or not. Most of the time, it feels harmless—just cute pictures and updates for friends and family. But sometimes, things can take an unexpected turn.

Mark and I had been together for almost a year. He was honestly the perfect boyfriend—sweet, caring, and always making me laugh, whether we were hiking or just lounging on the couch. I felt so lucky to have him, so I decided it was time to make things official on Facebook.

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We were on a hiking trail one afternoon when we took a cute picture together, smiling with the sun shining behind us. “Just me and my favorite person on our latest adventure!” I captioned it, adding a couple of heart emojis. I felt excited to share a bit of our happiness with everyone.

Then, ten minutes later, I received a notification that made my stomach drop. It wasn’t a like or a comment. It was a message that read: “YOU MUST RUN FROM HIM. NOW.”

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I stared at my phone, my heart racing. Who would send something like that? I clicked on the profile, hoping to find some clue, but there was nothing—no info, no pictures, just a blank page. The message itself was scary enough, but this? It felt like a ghost had sent it.

I glanced at Mark, who was busy tossing our backpacks into the car, completely unaware of the turmoil inside me. Should I tell him?

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My mind raced, and before I could fully process it, another message popped up: “Don’t tell Mark anything. Listen carefully. Smile, don’t be aggressive with him. You don’t know what he’s capable of. You got it?”

I felt the blood drain from my face. What was going on? Who was sending these messages? And why were they so sure I was in danger? I couldn’t help but glance at Mark, who was still happily loading our things, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my head.

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I tried to brush it off, thinking maybe I was just overreacting. But the way he watched me sent chills down my spine. It felt like he was looking right through me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being judged or analyzed.

One evening, I decided to confront him. “Mark, is something bothering you? You’ve been acting a bit different lately.”

He looked surprised, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine. Just deep in thought, I guess.”

I wanted to believe him, but the tension lingered. The messages still haunted me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was missing something important. I felt stuck between trusting Mark and the nagging fear from that mysterious message.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. The idea of meeting a stranger, especially one who seemed to know things about Mark, made my stomach churn. But the promise of “evidence” was tempting. I had to find out more.

After a long debate in my head, I decided to go. I texted Mark, saying I had a last-minute meeting with a friend. He seemed a bit disappointed but accepted my excuse without questioning it further.

The next day, I arrived at Bayou Bakery, my heart racing. I scanned the room for anyone suspicious but only saw the usual patrons enjoying their coffee. Then, a figure in a hoodie caught my eye. They waved me over, and I hesitated before approaching.

“You’re here,” they said, their voice low. “I have something you need to see.”

“I’m meeting my mom for lunch tomorrow,” I said casually over breakfast, trying not to let my voice tremble.

Mark didn’t look up from his coffee right away. “Really? You didn’t mention it before.”

“Oh, yeah,” I replied quickly, my heart racing. “She called last night. Last minute thing.”

Mark finally met my eyes, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he said slowly.

I tried to focus on my coffee, but all I could feel was the weight of his gaze as if he was trying to see straight through me.

I felt a mix of relief and dread. “What do you mean, weird?”

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “You’ve been distant lately, and I could feel something was off. Then I saw the messages. I thought they were a prank or something, but now… I’m not so sure.”

My heart raced. “You saw the messages?”

He nodded again, looking worried. “I didn’t mean to snoop, but I noticed your phone lighting up at weird times. I read a couple of them, and they sounded serious. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I don’t know if I’m okay. Someone is telling me to run from you. They say there’s something I should be worried about.”

His expression shifted to one of concern. “What? Who is it?”

I glanced around the bakery, feeling the weight of the situation. “I don’t know. Just an anonymous account. They said to meet them here to see some evidence.”

He frowned, clearly conflicted. “We need to figure this out together. You shouldn’t be meeting anyone alone.”

I nodded, appreciating his concern, but uncertainty still hung in the air. “But what if it’s true? What if there’s something I don’t know about you?”

He reached out, taking my hand. “You need to trust me. Let’s find out what this is really about.”

Just then, I noticed the hooded figure watching us from across the room, their eyes fixed on us. My heart sank as I realized the situation was more complicated than I had ever imagined.

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I blinked in surprise. “Andrew? What are you doing here?”

He chuckled, completely oblivious to the tension in the air. “Just thought I’d join you guys! I heard about the big mystery and wanted in on the action.”

Mark and I exchanged glances, both clearly unsettled. “What mystery?” Mark asked, his tone a mix of confusion and annoyance.

Andrew waved it off with a grin. “Oh, you know, the drama with the messages. Everyone’s talking about it. Figured I’d come see what the fuss was all about.”

I felt my stomach drop. “Everyone? What do you mean?”

He leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “I mean, you two have been the topic of conversation. People are worried about you. They think something’s going on.”

Mark’s expression hardened. “And why are people talking about us? Who told you?”

Andrew shrugged, still smiling. “Just some friends. You know how it goes. Gossip spreads like wildfire.”

My mind raced. If Andrew knew, then so did others. What was happening? “Do you know who sent the messages?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“No idea,” Andrew replied, still casual. “But I think it’s just some prank. People love stirring the pot.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a joke, Andrew. We’ve been getting messages that are seriously concerning.”

Suddenly, Andrew’s demeanor shifted. “Wait, you’re serious? You both got messages?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling frustrated. “And they’re not just funny texts. They’re telling us to run from each other!”

Andrew leaned in closer, his expression turning serious. “Okay, that’s not cool. We need to figure this out, then.”

I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. With Andrew now in the loop, I hoped we could get to the bottom of this madness together. But deep down, I still felt a chill creeping up my spine. Who was behind all of this, and what did they really want?

Andrew raised his hands, trying to calm us down. “Alright, maybe I pushed it a bit. But listen, Ellie and Mark, instead of talking to each other, you both went off following some anonymous messages. What does that say about your relationship?”

I looked at Mark, and he seemed just as angry as I was. But I could see something else in his eyes—a hint of uncomfortable truth. Andrew had a point, even if it stung to hear it.

We had let outside voices influence us instead of trusting each other. It felt like a crack was forming in our relationship, and I didn’t like it at all.

Mark finally spoke, his voice low. “He’s right. We should have talked first.”

I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I guess we let fear take over instead of communicating.”

Andrew watched us, his expression softening. “Look, I didn’t mean to make it worse. I just want you both to be happy. You care about each other, right?”

“Of course we do,” Mark said firmly, but I could see the doubt lingering in his eyes.

We all sat in silence for a moment, the seriousness of the situation sinking in. I realized we needed to focus on rebuilding trust. “How do we fix this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Andrew shrugged. “Start by being honest with each other. Don’t let other people or random messages dictate your feelings.”

Mark took a deep breath. “Yeah, we need to talk about everything, including these weird messages.”

I agreed, feeling a sense of determination. It was time to confront the truth together and stop letting outside forces interfere. We had to trust each other again, no matter how hard it might be.

When Mark and I left the bakery, we didn’t say much at first. The shock of everything that happened was still settling in, and I felt the weight of the situation.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Do you think Andrew is right?”

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I hate to say it, but maybe. We didn’t talk to each other. We let those anonymous messages get to us.”

We both understood that trust is something we can’t take for granted. Even though Andrew’s prank was cruel, it taught us an important lesson. The only way to keep our relationship strong was to face our fears and doubts together.

I looked at Mark, feeling a mix of determination and relief. “We need to be open with each other from now on.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “No more letting outside messages influence us. We need to trust our instincts and each other.”

As we walked, I felt a sense of hope. We were ready to rebuild our connection and focus on what really mattered. Together, we could overcome anything.

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