St. Michael’s Church was wrapped in a sorrowful stillness. The heavy tolling of bells echoed through its stone halls, blending with the muffled sobs of mourners. Inside, the air was thick with grief.
Clara stood silently beside the coffin, her black mourning veil trembling in her hands. Her husband Samuel lay motionless inside the polished oak casket. In her arms, she held their daughter Lucy, just two years old, who fidgeted and whimpered against her mother’s chest.
“Papa… Papa…” Lucy sobbed, pointing at the coffin. Her tiny voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Clara tried to calm her, but the child wouldn’t stop. Her eyes—wide, tear-filled—were locked on a shadowy corner behind the coffin. Suddenly, Lucy screamed, “Papa is trapped! He’s calling for help!” Gasps spread across the church. Whispers swirled among the villagers. Clara’s heart pounded. Madame Rose, an elderly woman from the…..Read Full Story Here………………………..
