The little baby keeps pointing at his father’s coffin, what happens next is stunning

Samuel! Clara screamed, rushing to him, her hands trembling as they touched his face. Samuel, I’m here! I’m here! Lucy burst into tears, sobbing. Papa! Papa, I’m here! A faint breath escaped his lips.

Clara! Gasps and cries of shock filled the church. Samuel was not dead. He had been buried alive.

The villagers recoiled in horror. Some women wept in disbelief, others covered their mouths in shock. Matthew ripped off his coat and wrapped it around Samuel.

Quick! We need to get him help. Father Manuel knelt beside Samuel, gripping his hand. His voice was calm but urgent.

Someone, bring water! Margaret sprinted toward the back of the church, searching for water. Clara sobbed, her tears falling onto Samuel’s hand. Don’t leave me, Samuel! Don’t leave Lucy! Please! Lucy clutched her father’s arm, her tiny hands squeezing tightly as she hiccuped between sobs.

Samuel’s lips trembled as if he wanted to speak, but he was too weak. Then, suddenly, a shriek cut through the chaos. No! No! This is a demon! Everyone turned.

Henry was crawling across the church floor, his face twisted in sheer terror. No! Samuel is dead! He has to be dead! Matthew’s fury exploded. He lunged at Henry, delivering a brutal punch that sent him sprawling to the ground.

Shut the hell up! Henry whimpered but still screamed like a madman. No! No! Samuel can’t be alive! Clara rose to her feet, her eyes burning with rage. Why are you so afraid, Henry? Her voice was sharp and cutting.

Henry sobbed, backing away, his entire body trembling. I! I didn’t mean to! James roared. You buried him alive! The villagers gasped, their fear shifting into righteous fury.

Some looked horrified, others furious at the monstrous truth that had just been revealed. Madame Rose clutched her rosary, tears streaming down her aged face. He is the devil! He is truly the devil! Margaret hissed.

Call the police! This crime cannot go unpunished! Father Manuel nodded, signaling to Matthew. We must get Samuel outside! He needs urgent care! Matthew and several village men carefully lifted Samuel from the coffin. Clara grasped her husband’s hand, her voice breaking.

Samuel, hold on! You have to live! Lucy sniffled, patting her father’s face with her small hands. Papa, wake up! I miss you so much! Samuel let out a weak breath, his tear-filled eyes meeting Clara’s. He had heard everything.

He had nearly been buried alive. And his own daughter had saved him. Outside, sirens blared.

Two police cars screeched to a stop in front of the church, followed by an ambulance. Sheriff Anderson stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the shaken crowd. What the hell is going on here? Matthew rushed forward, yelling.

Henry tried to kill Samuel. He bribed a doctor, faked the death certificate, and buried him alive. The entire church erupted.

Sheriff Anderson turned to Henry, his face ice-cold. Arrest him immediately! Two officers stormed forward, yanking Henry to his feet. No! No! I’m innocent! I’m innocent! Henry thrashed wildly, but the officers tightened the handcuffs and forced him down onto the cold floor…