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

We need to open the doors. A man rushed forward, banging on the church doors, but they wouldn’t budge. Who locked the doors? Matthew pulled out his phone, but there was no signal.

Madam Rose began trembling, whispering frantic prayers under her breath. This is an omen, a punishment. Clara fought to stay calm, but she knew something was terribly wrong.

Someone, please open the doors, a woman screamed. But no one responded. Then! Ha ha ha ha! A crazed, maniacal laughter rang through the darkness.

Everyone turned at once. Henry! He stood in the middle of the church, sweat dripping down his face, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness. Don’t open the coffin! Don’t open it, he howled, but his voice, once commanding, was now weak with desperation.

Father Manuel stepped forward, his tone firm. Henry, what do you know about this? Henry staggered back, shaking his head violently. No! No! Don’t ask me! Don’t ask! Matthew stormed toward him, grabbing him by the collar.

What did you do to Samuel? Henry broke down, but this time, he was no longer the arrogant, controlling man he had been. He crumpled to the floor, his entire body shaking. I! I didn’t mean to! Clara clenched her fists, her voice razor-sharp.

What did you do? Henry sobbed, his words barely comprehensible. I just wanted what was mine. I just wanted Samuel to sell the house.

But he refused. He said, he’d never sell it. A cold shiver ran down Clara’s spine.

So, you killed him? No! Henry screamed, then collapsed into helpless sobs. I didn’t kill him. I only wanted to scare him.

I put something in his drink just to knock him out. But, but he never woke up. The entire church was paralyzed with horror.

Clara felt the world spin, a deafening ringing in her ears. You drugged my husband? Henry nodded, sweat dripping from his brow. I didn’t know he was allergic.

I didn’t know. When I realized he wasn’t waking up. I panicked.

So you forged the death certificate? Matthew growled. Henry shuddered. I had no other choice.

I bribed a doctor to fake the paperwork. I thought he was already dead. You thought? Clara’s voice cracked, her fists trembling.

You didn’t even check. Henry cowered, unable to meet her gaze. I… I was too afraid.

And you let them bury him? Henry sobbed uncontrollably, but there was no pity left for him. No! No! I didn’t know. I didn’t know.

I never thought. But he couldn’t finish his sentence. Because at that exact moment… Bang! Bang! Bang! The pounding inside the coffin grew so violent the entire church trembled.

A chorus of screams erupted. Henry’s eyes bulged, his face drained of all color. No! No! I.T. can’t be! Father Manuel made the sign of the cross before commanding.

Open the coffin! Clara took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking, but she knew this was the most important moment of her life. She turned to Matthew and nodded.

Do it! Matthew and James stepped forward, placing their hands on the coffin lid. A chilling wind swept through the church. Henry shrieked in panic.

No! Don’t open it! Don’t open it! But it was too late. Matthew and James lifted the coffin lid. A heart-wrenching cry tore from Clara’s throat.

Samuel! The coffin was open. Clara fell to her knees, her vision blurred by tears. Samuel was there.

He was alive. His body trembled, his skin was ghostly pale, his lips cracked from dehydration. His eyes fluttered open weak, but unmistakably conscious…