11/04/2025
Handymen who fixed my roof found a stash there & #38; decided to stay silent about it — but they didn& #39;t see THIS coming!
I& #39;m Evelyn (74F). Widow for nearly ten years — Richard di*d suddenly of a heart attack. No kids. No family. Just me in this old house that used to be our forever home.
The worst part? THE ROOF. Every storm I lay awake listening to the drip, afraid it would all cave in. I saved every penny and finally hired a crew this spring.
Four men arrived. Josh — loud and cocky. Joseph — whose eyes lit up like I& #39;d handed him a jackpot. Kevin and Matt rounding out the crew. I made them sandwiches on day one. Josh sneered, “We’re not kids, lady.” That should’ve been my first RED FLAG.
On day three, as I kneaded dough, I heard Josh shout: “HOLY JESUS, LOOK AT THIS!”
I ran out, flour on my apron. They froze. Kevin shoved something under a tarp.
“What did you find?” I asked.
“Nothing, ma’am. Just a bad beam.” Josh smirked. “YOU’LL NEED TO PAY EXTRA! Big hole up here!”
That night, with a cracked window, I overheard them:
“We split it four ways. Easy money. She’s old, won’t know.”
“Bump up her bill. Say the frame’s shot.”
“She can’t afford us.”
“Exactly. She’ll scrape it together. SHE’LL DIE BEFORE SHE TOUCHES IT!”
My hands shook. Richard was gone. I had no one to defend me.
They thought they’d gotten away with it — but less than 24 hours later, the trap snapped shut on every single one of them... 👇