LITTLE BOY GOES TO TWIN BROTHER’S GRAVE, AND DOESN’T RETURN HOME EVEN AT 11 P.M. “Mommy! Daddy! Please stop!” he yelled as he stormed into their bedroom. Clark heard his parents arguing again. Clark missed his brother. He missed Ted so badly that he wished he had died with him… their parents no longer cared about their son, who was still alive. “I hate you both…” he whispered, tears running down his cheeks. “I don’t want to live with you! I’m going to meet Ted because only he loved me!” Linda and Paul continued to bicker, not seeing their little son was running away to the cemetery. Clark pressed his fingertips against his brother’s gravestone. “I… I m—miss you, Ted,” he wept. “Could you please ask the angels to return you? Mommy and daddy are arguing all the time. They no longer love me. Could you please come back, Ted? Please?” Suddenly, he heard weird noise. It sounds like…someone’s steps. *** Linda’s heart was racing in her chest. It was past 11 p.m. when she checked Clark’s room: he was missing. Paul and Linda hurried to Ted’s grave. There was no sign of Clark. “Clark!” Linda shouted. “Clark, you here?” Right then, Paul nudged wife. “Hey!” he cried. “Look!” Paul and Linda were taken aback when they noticed a fire in the distance and heard strange voices. The full story is in the comments.

The Wesenberg family’s life was forever shattered one Sunday afternoon when their youngest son, Ted, tragically passed away.

It happened in the very place meant to be a haven for their family—their home.

What should have been a sanctuary turned into a scene of heartbreak when Ted was found lifeless in their swimming pool.Paul, his father, dove in to rescue him, but it was too late.

Neither Paul’s desperate attempts at CPR nor the paramedics could bring Ted back. The loss was devastating, and the sorrow that followed was unbearable.

Linda, Ted’s mother, was paralyzed by grief, sitting pale and unresponsive at the funeral. Days turned into weeks, and the home that had once been filled with joy became a place of turmoil.

Arguments erupted between Paul and Linda, their blame for Ted’s death bouncing back and forth like a destructive force.

In the midst of their pain, they overlooked their surviving son, Clark, who was quietly shouldering his own anguish.

Clark missed his brother deeply. Life without Ted was hollow, and his parents’ constant fighting only deepened his sadness.

He longed for the time when his family was happy, when his mother kissed him goodnight and his father smiled. Now, all he heard were accusations and sobs.

One evening, as the tension between his parents escalated, Clark reached his breaking point. Bursting into their room, he pleaded, “Mommy! Daddy! Please stop fighting! I can’t take it anymore!” But his desperate cries fell on deaf ears. His parents were too consumed by their grief and anger to hear the pain in his voice.