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

Papa! Papa, I’m here! Her cry echoed through the church. Clara felt the floor beneath her feet tremble. Thud! Thud! The knocking grew louder.

Too loud to be an illusion. Some villagers panicked, fleeing toward the door, while others remained rooted in place, their eyes wide with horror. Margaret clutched at her shawl, her voice shaking.

If something is wrong, we have to check now. Madame Rose took a deep breath and spoke slowly. Call the priest.

If there is a trapped soul, he may be able to help. The mention of the priest made Henry go even paler. No! No one is calling anyone, he barked.

But Clara had had enough of the lies. She turned to Matthew, her voice firm and unyielding. Go get Father Manuel.

Right now! Henry lunged forward, trying to stop Matthew, but James grabbed his shoulder, gripping him tightly. You have no right to interfere anymore, Henry. His voice was cold.

Smack! Henry jerked his arm free, but the fear in his eyes was undeniable. Outside, the church bells tolled heavily, their echoes vibrating through the funeral hall. Matthew ran off to fetch the priest while inside the church, Clara stood frozen before her husband’s coffin, her heart pounding.

Lucy hiccuped, whispering through her tears. Papa, is waiting for Mama to open the door for him. A shiver ran down Clara’s spine.

Were her daughter’s words true? Or was this just the imagination of a grieving child? But then, what about the knocking? Henry was definitely hiding something. Clara scanned the room, seeing the fear-stricken faces of the villagers. Everyone understood this was no ordinary funeral.

Madame Rose pressed her hands together in desperate prayer. Margaret gripped her cloak tightly, murmuring. If Samuel isn’t dead, then maybe we still have time to save him.

But what if it was too late? That thought stabbed through Clara’s mind like a dagger. She couldn’t wait any longer. Whether the priest arrived or not, whether Henry tried to stop them or not, she would uncover the truth.

The church bells continued to toll, their heavy chimes reverberating through the grief-stricken air. No one was mourning Samuel anymore. Terror had consumed them all.

Thud! Thud! The knocking from the coffin continued, louder, more desperate. Clara felt her entire body freeze, but her mind was screaming. Was Samuel still alive? It couldn’t be, but what if he was? Cold sweat dripped down her back as her trembling hand gripped Lucy’s tightly.

The little girl was sobbing, her face stricken with fear. Mama! Papa is calling for help. Madame Rose whispered a desperate prayer while the villagers edged away, too afraid to approach the coffin but unable to look away.

Matthew had gone to fetch the priest, but Clara knew she couldn’t wait any longer. We have to open the coffin. Now! Her voice was clear, unwavering, but it struck like a bolt of lightning.

No! Henry roared, charging forward, his eyes wild with panic. Are you insane, Clara? This is ridiculous superstition. Who opens a coffin in the middle of a funeral? Clara spun around, locking eyes with him.

Then explain it, Henry. What are those sounds? Henry clenched his fists, his voice cracking with panic. The wind! I told you it’s just the wind.

Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that? Clara roared, her eyes burning with fury. Henry opened his mouth to say something, but just then, Matthew appeared at the church doors. The priest is on his way.

He said no one is to touch the coffin until he arrives. No! Clara shouted. I can’t wait another second…