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

We have to open it. The priest slowly walked forward, his piercing gaze scanning the fearful faces of the villagers before settling on Clara. Are you sure, Clara? Her breath hitched.

Was she sure? Beside her, Lucy clutched her hand tighter, her teary eyes glistening. Papa! Papa is scared! Her daughter’s words sliced through Clara’s heart. She took a shaky breath and looked straight at the priest.

I’m not sure, she admitted, her voice trembling. But I can’t bury Samuel with doubt in my heart. Father Manuel nodded solemnly.

He stepped toward the coffin. The church was deathly silent. No one even dared to breathe.

The priest reached out and lightly touched the lid. A suffocating stillness filled the room. And then! Thud! Thud! Another knock! Louder! More frantic! Madame Rose screamed and several villagers bolted for the door in sheer terror.

Henry writhed on the ground, mumbling like a lunatic. Don’t open it! Don’t open it! You’ll regret this! But no one was listening to him anymore. Clara met the priest’s gaze.

He nodded. Open it! But! Wait! A voice suddenly rang out from the church entrance. Everyone turned in shock.

A man burst in, panting heavily, his clothes disheveled as if he had run a great distance. It was Esteban the forensic doctor. Stop, he shouted.

Do not open that coffin! The entire church froze. Clara’s eyes widened in disbelief. Why? She choked out.

Esteban rushed forward, his face drenched in sweat. There, there’s been a mistake, he gasped. I checked Samuel’s death certificate and something isn’t right.

No one made a sound. Matthew’s fists clenched. What are you saying? The forensic doctor swallowed hard, his expression grim.

The death certificate was signed by a doctor I don’t recognize. I checked with the hospital and no one officially confirmed Samuel’s death. The air in the church turned to ice.

Clara felt her entire body go numb. Henry let out a strangled wail, like a cornered animal. No, no! No! Matthew tightened his fists, his voice like thunder.

What does that mean? Esteban turned to Clara, his voice heavy as a tombstone. It means, there’s a chance Samuel was never dead. The entire church screamed.

Clara collapsed to her knees, clutching Lucy. Lucy sobbed, whispering. Mama! I told you! Clara’s eyes widened.

Her trembling hands clenched her daughter’s dress. She turned to the coffin. Her hand reached for the lid.

She was going to open it. But! No! Henry lunged forward like a madman, screaming hysterically. And! The church doors suddenly slammed shut.

Everything plunged into darkness. Bang! The church doors slammed shut, plunging everything into darkness. Terrified screams erupted.

A few villagers shoved each other, desperately trying to escape, but the doors were locked tight. The heavy scent of damp stone, burning candles, and the rapid breathing of dozens of people mixed together, creating a suffocating, almost unbearable atmosphere. Clara clutched Lucy tightly, feeling the child’s small body trembling.

Mama! Lucy’s voice was so small it was almost inaudible. Clara squeezed her daughter’s hand, her heart pounding violently. It’s okay, baby.

Mama’s here. Suddenly, a voice shrieked in the darkness. We can’t stay here…