The duty officer frowned and exchanged 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 man, 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 laughed, thinking the child had psychological problems and were about to pass the case to social services. But something in her voice — her desperate sincerity — made them take the call seriously.

“We’ll check just in case,” said one of the officers. “What if it’s true…”

When they arrived at the address, they were greeted by the girl’s mother — a neat, slightly nervous woman of about forty. She was surprised by the visit but let them in. The girl stood silently beside her, clutching her teddy bear tightly, and pointed to a spot by the living room wall. Right under the new laminate flooring.

“Where is your husband?” the police first asked.

“On a business trip,” the woman answered 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 is dead,” she stammered. “Probably…”

 

While one officer tried unsuccessfully to reach the husband, another questioned the neighbors. No one had seen the man for over a week.

He hadn’t gone to work or contacted anyone. No airline had any flights registered under his name.

When the police said they wanted to open part of the floor, the mother became nervous.

“We just finished renovating! Do you know how much it cost? Who will pay for the damage?!”

“If we find nothing, the insurance will cover everything,” the senior officer answered dryly.

They began removing the boards at the spot the girl pointed to.

After a few minutes, a scream was heard. One officer jumped back sharply, dropping his crowbar. In the silence, like thunder from a clear sky, it was heard:

“We found… a body.”

Under the floor, they extracted a man’s body. Wrapped in construction plastic, partially covered with expanding foam and concrete. Almost no signs of struggle. Apparently, he died from a single strong blow to the temple.

Later, the examination confirmed everything. During an argument, the woman struck her husband with a heavy object. Realizing he was dead, she decided to hide the crime, taking advantage of the renovation work in the house.

 

The workers thought she just asked to “fill the floor a bit deeper.” No one suspected anything.

And the girl… The girl really saw her father in a dream. He came to her, smiled sadly, and said:

“Tell them. I am under the floor. I am close. Don’t be afraid.”

And she told.