Halfway through our cruise, the captain made an announcement at 2:11 AM.
A child was missing.
Everyone was told to stay inside their cabins while the crew searched the ship.
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
Until someone started knocking on our balcony door.
Slow.
Three knocks.
My husband opened the curtain slightly and immediately froze.
Standing outside the glass…
was a little boy soaking wet from head to toe.
The problem was we were seven stories above the ocean.
The child just stood there staring at us.
Not crying.
Not moving.
Then he raised one hand and pointed inside our cabin.
Directly at our sleeping daughter.
And whispered:
“She’s supposed to come with me.”
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My husband locked the balcony door immediately.
The boy outside never moved.
Water dripped from his clothes onto the glass while he stared at our daughter’s bed.
Then the cabin phone rang.
It was ship security.
Their voices sounded panicked.
They asked one question:
“Is your balcony door open?”
I said no.
There was silence.
Then the man whispered:
“Do NOT let the child inside.”
The line cut out.
When we turned back toward the balcony…
the boy was gone.
But tiny wet footprints now covered the carpet inside our cabin.
Leading toward our daughter.
That’s when she suddenly sat upright in bed.
Still asleep.
And quietly said:
“The little boy says the water is cold.”
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