I dont feel good, Mom, my 12 year old twins gasped before dropping dead at their birthday party Instantly, agonizing pain seized my chest As I blacked out, my own mother smiled coldly Skip the autopsy Bury them today Now, its midnight I just woke up six feet underground, trapped in a massive single coffin with my boys And in the suffocating darkness, my cracked phone screen just
My twins, Lucas and Ethan, turned 12 at a party filled with family, cake and the ordinary noise of celebration. Lucas insisted that Grandma Victoria receive the first slice. Nothing in that moment suggested that the day had been arranged as a murder scene.
The boys suddenly gasped that they did not feel well. Lucas collapsed, and Ethan staggered into a folding chair before falling beside him. A crushing pain seized my chest. As my vision failed, the last image I saw was my mother and Julian standing over my children with expressions that did not match the panic around them.
I woke in darkness with almost no room to move. My hands struck wood. The twins were beside me in their Sunday suits, breathing but weak. The truth was impossible and immediate: all three of us had been placed in one enormous coffin and buried in the Sterling family plot.
