A whisper stopped the funeral cold — when the grandmother opened the coffin, a terrifying truth was revealed.

Evil often disguises itself as tragedy. It hides behind tears and medical charts. It relies on our discomfort with death to keep us from looking too closely.

If something feels wrong in your stomach—that heavy, cold drop that happens when the pattern breaks—listen to it.

Listen to the whispers.

Question the diagnosis.

Open the casket.

Because sometimes, the only thing standing between a child and the darkness is your willingness to be the crazy woman who breaks the glass.