A strange and alarming call came into the local police station late one evening. “Hello…” sobbed a thin, trembling voice of a girl about eight years old. “Please help… my dad is under the floor…”
The duty officer frowned, exchanging glances with his colleague. “Under the floor? Girl, can you pass the phone to your mom or dad?”
“Dad hasn’t been home for days. And mom doesn’t believe me. She says I’m making it up. But I know he’s under the floor. He told me himself.”
“Wait…,” said the officer, adopting a more serious tone. “How did he tell you if he’s not home?”
“I saw him in a dream,” whispered the girl. “He said he went far away… and is lying under the floor…”
At first, the police thought the child might be imagining things and considered referring the case to social services. But something in her voice — a mix of fear and desperate sincerity — made them reconsider. “We’ll check just in case,” said one officer. “What if it’s true…”
Upon arriving at the address, they were greeted by the girl’s mother — a tidy, slightly nervous woman in her early forties. Surprised by the unexpected visit, she invited the officers in. The girl stood silently beside her, clutching her teddy bear, and pointed to a corner of the living room under the new laminate flooring.
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