The boy screamed that it wasn’t his mother in the coffin: at first everyone thought it was because of grief, until they opened the coffin 😱😱
That day was covered in a gray fog, as if nature itself was paying tribute to grief. People in black slowly gathered in the church, whispering memories of the kind, bright woman who they were going to see off on her final journey today. Everyone said that she died too early, leaving behind a loving husband and a four-year-old son.
The boy screamed that it wasn’t his mother in the coffin: at first everyone thought it was because of grief, until they opened the coffin
The boy stood next to his father, clutching a plush rabbit in his hand. His lips were trembling, but he was not crying – the priest did not ask everyone to come up and say goodbye to the deceased. At that moment, the boy suddenly burst into tears and, tearing himself out of his father’s arms, screamed at the top of his lungs:
– It’s not Mom! My mother is not here! She is not there! Dad, don’t let her! Take me to my mother!
At first, everyone thought it was just a child’s grief, a reaction to a death he could not understand. But the boy continued to sob and thrash about hysterically, clutching at the wooden coffin:
– That is not my mother! That is not her face! That is not her!
People began to exchange glances. The boy’s father, pale, froze, as if struck by lightning. Something in his son’s intonation made his heart skip a beat. Suppressing his horror, he raised his hand and in a breaking voice asked to stop the ceremony.
– Open… – he whispered barely audibly. – Open the coffin.
The workers looked at him incredulously, but seeing his face, they obeyed. The lid slowly rose. And then everyone saw something terrible and unexpected 😱😨 Continued 👇👇
The boy was screaming that it wasn’t his mother in the coffin: at first everyone thought it was because of grief, until they opened the coffin
And then – silence. The coffin was opened, and the next moment a scream was heard. Someone covered their face with their hands, someone backed away. A woman was lying in front of them. But it wasn’t her.
Completely different. The facial features were different, and even despite the makeup, it was a different woman – albeit with similar hair and build.
The boy’s father recoiled, grabbing the edge of the coffin. He knew that his son hadn’t gone crazy. He was right. It really wasn’t her.
The scandal flared up with lightning speed. An hour later, the morgue confirmed the terrible thing: the bodies were mixed up. Due to the negligence of the staff, the poor mother’s body was not among those prepared for burial.
The boy screamed that it wasn’t his mother in the coffin: at first everyone thought it was because of grief, until they opened the coffin
No one knew exactly where she was. The search began. The morgue frantically called relatives of other deceased, checking records, comparing tags, questioning employees.
The real body was found six hours later. She was being prepared for cremation – in another city, in another morgue. If it weren’t for the son’s scream, she would never have been seen again.
