It started like any other calm bedtime—stuffed teddy tucked under one arm, blankets snug around tiny shoulders, and a father listening as his daughter whispered her nightly prayer.
But that night, the soft, sing-song voice of a 3-year-old carried something unexpected. Something that would change the way her father looked at bedtime forever.
With her hands clasped and eyes closed, she began:
“God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma… goodbye Grandpa.”
The father frowned. “Sweetheart, why did you say goodbye to Grandpa?”
She simply shrugged, her big eyes innocent. “It just felt right.”
The next morning, the phone rang. On the other end came the news: her grandfather had died in the night.
Shaken, the father told himself it was nothing more than a bizarre coincidence.
Months passed.
Then one evening, during another prayer, her voice carried a familiar chill: “Goodbye Grandma.”
This time his stomach dropped. And the very next day, she was gone.
Now, bedtime felt like a countdown. The father found himself hanging on every word, heart pounding at each name spoken.
And then, one night, came the words that froze him to the core:
“Goodbye Daddy.”
Fear gripped him. That night, he didn’t sleep a wink. The next morning, he avoided driving, skipped his jog, stayed away from hot coffee—anything that could pose a risk. He hid in his office well past dark, waiting for the safety of midnight to arrive.
When the day ended and he was still alive, relief washed over him. Feeling slightly foolish, he headed home.
His wife was waiting at the door, pale and shaken.
“Where have you been all day?” she asked.
He managed a nervous laugh. “You wouldn’t believe what I was afraid of…”
Her eyes widened. “Oh really? Try this—my boss collapsed and died during a meeting this morning.”
Conclusion:
What began as an innocent bedtime routine became a haunting mystery.
The little girl’s “goodbyes” seemed to predict the unthinkable with chilling accuracy. Coincidence? Premonition? Or something even stranger? One thing was certain—after that, every prayer carried weight, and bedtime in their house was never the same again.