An old woman was collecting mushrooms in the forest when she slipped into a deep pit by accident. She struggled to get out until she saw something frightful in the ground 
The woman’s pension was meager, so in order to prevent starvation, she devised a menial source of income: she picked mushrooms in the forest every morning, brought home many buckets full, sold some of them at the market, and dried or fried the remainder for herself.
It was supposed to be a warm, sunny day with lots of mushrooms following the rain. The woman followed a well-known route, heading in the direction of the locations her late husband had previously shown her. Her heart felt lighter as her basket soon filled with hard porcini mushrooms. Everything about her brought back memories of her childhood, including the music of the birds and the scent of moist moss.
Lost in contemplation, she ventured farther into the forest and came across a large white mushroom growing beneath an old, broad spruce tree. The woman took a stride in its direction, but her foot sank abruptly. The ground crunched beneath her, and she collapsed. She lost her breath when she hit the damp earth during the brief but severe fall.
She discovered herself in a deep trench with loose dirt causing the walls to collapse. She tried to yell, but the forest silence drowned out her voice. She attempted to climb out, but the walls were slick, and every time she caught a clump of grass or a root, it ripped from her grasp. She then shouted in fear as she saw something terrible in the soggy dirt 
Before she realized that one side of the pit appeared different—the soil there was heavier and darker, as though it had been packed down—perhaps ten minutes had gone by.
As she inched closer, the woman noticed something white in the ground. She initially believed it to be a stone. She snatched her hand back after running her finger over it and discovered it was a bone. A bone from a human.
Her heart began to race. She started to scrape the dirt away with shaking hands, and a face emerged from under the soggy layer. A man’s face with sunken eye sockets and a deathly pale complexion.
The hair was nearly rotten, but the shirt collar and rusty button were still there; they looked familiar in some way.
The woman staggered backward and shouted. It was her neighbor’s face, the one that had vanished a year prior. He had never been located despite the village’s best efforts to find him. It was said at the time that he had abandoned his wife and gone to the city.
She realized now that he had been buried here the entire time. Additionally, the dirt above his body had gradually collapsed over time, creating the pit into which she had fallen.
Unable to move or scream, the woman froze. The jungle around them had become unnaturally quiet
