A strange, chilling call came into the local police station.
“Hello…” whimpered the voice of a girl, around eight years old. “Please help… my daddy is under the floor…”
The officer on duty frowned and exchanged a glance with his colleague.
“Under the floor? Sweetheart, can you put your mom or dad on the phone?”
“Daddy hasn’t been home for many days. And Mommy doesn’t believe me. She says I’m making things up. But I know he’s under the floor. He told me himself.”
“Wait…” the man’s tone became more serious. “How did he tell you that if he’s not home?”
“I saw him in my dream,” the girl whispered. “He said he went far away… and he’s under the floor…”
At first, the officers chuckled, thinking the child might be mentally unwell and planned to refer the case to social services. But something in her voice — a desperate sincerity — kept them from ignoring the call.
“Let’s check it out, just in case,” one of the policemen said. “If it turns out to be true…”
When they arrived at the address, the girl’s mother greeted them — a well-groomed but slightly anxious woman in her forties. She was surprised by the visit but invited them in. The little girl stood nearby, clutching a teddy bear, and silently pointed to a spot by the living room wall — right under freshly laid laminate flooring.
The police decided to dig where the girl had pointed. What they found shocked everyone.
“Where is your husband?” one officer asked.
“On a business trip,” the woman replied quickly. “In another city… I think in… Serbia. Or Slovenia. I don’t remember exactly. He travels a lot.”
“Can you call him?”
“His phone’s dead,” she hesitated. “Probably…”
While one officer tried calling the husband — without success — another interviewed neighbors. No one had seen the man for over a week.
He hadn’t shown up to work and hadn’t contacted anyone. No airline had records of flights under his name.
When the officers said they wanted to remove a section of the floor, the mother became agitated.
“We just finished the renovations! Do you know how much it cost? Who’s going to pay for the damage?!”
“If we don’t find anything — insurance will cover it,” the lead officer replied flatly.
They began removing the boards at the exact spot the girl had indicated.
Minutes later, a scream rang out. One of the officers recoiled, dropping his crowbar. In the silence, his words landed like thunder:
“We found… a body.”
They pulled the man’s corpse from under the floorboards. It was wrapped in construction plastic, partially covered with insulation foam and cement. There were hardly any signs of a struggle. It appeared he had died from a single, powerful blow to the temple.
Later forensic analysis confirmed it. During a domestic argument, the woman struck her husband in a fit of rage with a heavy object. Realizing he was dead, she decided to cover up the crime, taking advantage of the ongoing home renovation.
The workers simply thought she wanted the floor poured “a little deeper.” No one suspected a thing.
And the little girl… she really did see her father in a dream. He came to her, gave a sad smile, and said:
“Tell them. I’m under the floor. I’m near. Don’t be afraid.”
So she told them.
