At first, everything seemed calm.
A bright sunny day, a soft breeze, the scent of fresh flowers, and the muffled sobs of people gathered around the grave.
A small white coffin stood at the edge of the pit. The priest was quietly reading a prayer, and beside him, the mother wept silently — her lips trembling as she whispered her daughter’s name.

Everyone stood in stillness as the gravediggers began to lower the coffin.
And then, suddenly, the ground beneath their feet seemed to come alive.

At first, people thought it was just a mirage from the heat — but then a dark, writhing ribbon slithered out of the soil. Then another.
Within seconds, they realized what it was: snakes.

Dozens of them crawled out, sliding over the ground, across the coffin, hissing and coiling together — as if guarding the little girl.
Screams shattered the silence. People stumbled backward — someone dropped a cross, someone else grabbed their child and ran.

But the nightmare was only beginning.
From cracks in the dry earth, black scorpions began to emerge — their tails glistening in the sun as they crept slowly across the sand. More and more of them appeared, until it seemed as if the earth itself had risen in protest.

The priest turned pale, his voice shaking:
— “Lord… protect us…”

Someone whispered, trembling:
— “It’s a sign. Her soul isn’t at peace.”

The burial stopped. No one dared move. Even the wind had gone still, as if afraid to disturb the dreadful scene.

Only days later did the truth come out.
It turned out that a construction crew had been digging illegally near the cemetery, breaking into an old underground nest where snakes and scorpions had lived for decades.
Driven from their home, the creatures sought softer ground — and that happened to be the freshly dug grave.

That explained everything.
And yet, even when the rational truth was known, people couldn’t forget what they had witnessed.

Because, though it wasn’t supernatural, the sight itself — hundreds of living creatures coiling around a child’s coffin — felt like a terrible reminder that even nature, sometimes, seems to grieve for what it has lost.