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

She scanned the crowd until her eyes landed on Henry the man who had just urged her to sell the house. He still stood there, but his composure seemed to waver. His fingers tapped nervously against the wooden surface of a pew, and his eyes darted away.

Come now, let’s not let a child’s words stir unnecessary fear, Henry said, forcing another weak smile. But there was a slight tremor in his voice. Madam Rose, the oldest in the village, silently made the sign of the cross before murmuring.

There are things beyond our understanding. Sometimes, children can see what adults cannot. A shudder ran through Clara’s body.

She tightened her hold on Lucy. Henry blinked rapidly, then turned back to Clara, attempting to regain control of the conversation. Clara, I’m just trying to help.

We should settle the matter of the house and assets before it’s too late. If Samuel were here, he’d want you to take care of everything quickly. Clara’s stomach twisted into knots.

Can you leave me alone for a moment, she said, her voice laced with steel. Henry shrugged, but a flicker of irritation crossed his face. I’m only trying to help.

But if you’re too stubborn, I may have no choice but to involve the law. His veiled threat sent an icy chill down Clara’s spine. Margaret, a woman from the village, clicked her tongue and whispered to the person beside her.

Absolutely heartless. The man hasn’t even been buried yet, and he’s already talking about assets. But Henry didn’t seem to care about the murmurs around him.

I’ll be back tomorrow. Hopefully, by then, you’ll have thought things through, he said before turning and walking out of the church. Clara felt her heart pounding not just from his veiled threat, but from the way he reacted when Lucy mentioned her father.

Why had he looked so tense? She glanced down at Lucy, who was still clinging tightly to her dress. Mama. Papa is still here.

Clara took a deep breath, trying not to let panic take over. Lucy, what do you mean Papa is trapped? Lucy looked up at her mother with tear-filled eyes and whispered. Papa is stuck in there.

He’s calling me. He’s scared. The words sent a chilling wave through Clara’s body.

She turned back toward the coffin. It was made of solid oak, the lid firmly sealed, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Beside her, Madam Rose shook her head and murmured.

The child isn’t making things up. I’ve seen this before. Clara turned to her, her pulse racing.

What do you mean? Madam Rose was silent for a moment before speaking in a hushed tone. Many years ago, there was a case. A man was thought to be dead, but he had only fallen into a deep coma.

After they buried him, his family kept having nightmares about him, and then she trailed off, her expression haunted. Clara’s throat went dry. She looked back at the coffin, a growing horror creeping into her mind.

Lucy hiccuped, then whispered. Papa is calling me. In that moment, Clara felt her chest tighten.

A shiver ran down her spine. No, it couldn’t be. Samuel was dead…