My Stepmother Said Dad Died of a Contagious Disease, But the Casket Was Tapping
Previously: When Leo's wealthy father suddenly passed, his stepmother refused to open the casket, claiming a contagious disease. But a faint tapping from inside revealed a terrifying truth.
The Rhythmic Thumping
Leo stared at his stepmother, his mind racing through the fog of grief. His father, Arthur, had been a healthy, robust fifty-five-year-old developer just three days ago. To hear that he had suddenly succumbed to a highly infectious pathogen seemed impossible. Yet, Maria’s grip on his arm was ironclad, her eyes wide with a desperate, convincing terror.
"But he was fine on Tuesday," Leo stammered, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "How could a disease take him so quickly? Why wasn't I called to the hospital?"
Maria smoothed her black skirt, her voice dropping to a smooth, soothing register.
"It was a rapid-onset bacterial meningitis, Leo. The state health department took over. They didn't even let me stay in the room. I had to fight just to get him brought here for a closed-casket service. Please, go to the lobby. Get some water. Let the director handle the final preparations."
Reluctantly, Leo nodded and stepped out of the dim parlor. But as the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind him, his suspicion flared. He walked toward the front desk, but the lobby was completely deserted. No receptionist, no funeral director, no other mourning families. The silence of the building felt deliberate, almost artificial.
Deciding to find the director himself, Leo walked down the hallway toward the back offices. Passing a half-open door, he saw a clipboard resting on a desk. On it was the service schedule for Arthur Vance. Leo stepped inside and picked up the paper. His heart stopped. The space for the medical examiner's signature was blank. There was no CDC stamp, no infectious disease warning—only a massive, expedited transfer fee paid in cash by Maria.
Cold sweat broke out on Leo's neck. He dropped the clipboard and sprinted back toward the parlor. As he approached the double doors, he stopped. From inside the room, through the thick wood, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. It wasn't Maria weeping. It was a rhythmic, frantic thump-thump-thump vibrating from inside the casket.
”It was a rhythmic, frantic thump-thump-thump vibrating from inside the casket.