A large, unusual casket held all three bodies: Violet and her twin sons, laid together as they had been in life.
Eleanor had insisted on it.
“They were never apart,” she said through tears. “I won’t separate them now.”
Murmurs spread through the crowd. Food poisoning? A rare medical coincidence? No one understood how three healthy people could die at the exact same moment.
The official report: simultaneous cardiac arrest.
It made no sense.
Hours later, after the burial, the cemetery fell silent.
But beneath the fresh earth… something moved.
Inside the coffin, Violet’s fingers twitched.
Her eyes snapped open.
Darkness surrounded her. The air was thick, suffocating. Panic surged through her chest.
“Where am I…?” she whispered.
Then realization hit.
The wood above her. The tight space. The still bodies beside her.
“Oh my God…”
They had been buried alive.
Frantically, she shook her sons.
“Wake up! Please, wake up!”
Miraculously, Noah and Liam began to stir.
“M-Mom? It’s dark… I’m scared,” Liam whimpered.
Violet forced herself to stay calm.
“I’m here. I’ll get us out. I promise.”
Her hands trembled as she reached into her pocket—her phone.
No signal.
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