An elderly woman spent the whole summer and autumn fixing sharp wooden stakes across her roof. Neighbors were convinced she’d lost her sanity… until winter finally arrived.

“From what’s coming,” she said.

She offered no further explanation.

Then winter came—and everything became clear.

Snow fell first. Then came the wind. Violent, relentless gusts that bent trees and tore through the village. People lay awake at night listening to roofs groan and fences collapse. By morning, sheets of roofing lay scattered across yards.

When the storm finally passed, neighbors went out to assess the damage.