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.
But there was something else.
A video.
Its title: “Watch Me.”
Heart pounding, she pressed play.
On the screen, a coffin—just like theirs. Hidden beneath a body, a secret compartment revealed three oxygen masks.
Then a masked man appeared.
“The air will run out soon. Use the masks. Stay calm.”
Violet froze.
This wasn’t an accident.
Someone had planned everything.
Moments later, they heard it—the sound of dirt being shoveled away.
Hope surged.
“They’re digging us out,” Violet whispered, gripping her sons’ hands.
The coffin lid burst open. Flashlight beams flooded in.
Three masked men stared down at them.
Relief turned instantly into fear.
“Who are you?” Violet shouted. “What is this?!”
One of the men stepped forward.
“You’re going to stay quiet… and do exactly what we say.”