A young girl called the police and claimed her dad was beneath the floorboards: when officers investigated, they uncovered something horrifying.
A disturbing call was received at the local police department.
“Hello…” came the trembling voice of a little girl, around eight.
“Please help… my daddy is under the floor…”
The officer on duty raised an eyebrow and exchanged a puzzled glance with his partner.
“Under the floor? Sweetheart, is there an adult we can speak with?”
“Dad hasn’t come home for many days. Mom says I’m imagining things. But I know he’s under there. He told me.”
“How could he tell you if he isn’t home?” the officer asked, his voice turning more serious.
“I dreamed of him,” she muttered.
“He said he was far away… lying under the floor…”
Initially, the officers thought the girl might be confused or mentally disturbed. They were prepared to refer the case to child services. But something about her voice — raw and honest — made them hesitate.
“We’ll check it out anyway,” one said.
“Better safe than sorry.”
When they arrived at the house, a neatly dressed, slightly anxious woman in her forties greeted them. She was confused but allowed them inside. The girl stood quietly at her side, clutching a teddy bear, and pointed toward a spot along the living room wall — just beneath the recently installed laminate flooring.
“Where’s your husband?” an officer asked.
“Out on a business trip,” she replied quickly. “He’s in another city… maybe Serbia. Or Slovenia. I can’t recall. He travels often.”
“Can you reach him by phone?”
“It’s turned off,” she said, hesitating. “Probably out of battery…”
As one officer tried unsuccessfully to call the man, the other asked neighbors if they’d seen him. None had — not for over a week.
He hadn’t shown up to work or contacted anyone. No flights had been booked under his name.
When the officers requested permission to delete a section of the floor, the woman became visibly uneasy.
“We just remodeled! Do you have any idea what it cost? Who’s going to pay for the damage?”
“If it’s a false alarm, your homeowner’s insurance will handle the repairs,” the senior officer replied coolly.
They started prying up the floorboards at the location the girl indicated.
Moments later, a shriek echoed through the room. One officer jumped back, dropping his tool. And then came the words, loud and final:
“There’s a body here.”
Beneath the flooring, wrapped in industrial plastic and partially sealed with foam and concrete, lay the remains of a man. There were no obvious signs of a fight. It appeared he died instantly from a blunt blow to the side of the head.
An autopsy later confirmed the cause of death. The wife had struck her husband with a heavy object during a heated argument. When she realized he was dead, she made use of the renovation work to cover up the crime.
The workers assumed she’d just asked for a thicker foundation layer. No one suspected a thing.
As for the girl… she had indeed seen her father in a dream. He had appeared, sorrowful but calm, and told her:
“Tell them. I’m under the floor. I’m near. Don’t be afraid.”
And she listened — and spoke.
