BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october third

ZOMBIE MATT

The town was plagued with history. What once was a quaint, lively, movie star town, turned into something dark and sinister. Everyone in the town was super invested in each other. The whole town cared about one another more than anything in the world. Since the town was so tiny, everyone knew each other. They supported each other when thing's went south, like a death.

It was a breezy June evening. A family of six was driving back home from the town over. They had gone to celebrate triplet brothers, who had just graduated high school. They had one older brother, who they all equally found as cool. During an unfortunate engine malfunction, the family of six were pushed off a bridge and lost in a lake.

It was only a week after their disappearance, had a couple of kids swimming in the lake found the car deeply submerged after jumping off of the bridge into the lake for some fun. The screams of poor Jackson were heard everywhere, he came out of the lake crying. What once was a happy child, now scarred with the fleshy remains of a happy family. It took almost twelve hours to retract the car from the bridge and get the family out. The family didn't seem to badly off, a few scraps and bruises from the crash but alright nonetheless (aside from being dead of course). Later on the doctors believes that their cause of death was simply from concussions, and being knocked out from the crash, which then lead to drowning. 

The next week, there was a celebration of life. The whole entire community came together. They celebrated the lives of the Sturniolo family, as well as mourned their deaths. As devastating as it seemed to lose a whole entire family from the community, they also found it beautiful that the whole family went out together. With the permission of the town's mayor, he agreed to build a special mausoleum just for them at the entrance of the town. The building was a beautiful white marble, with grey streaks in it. A few decorations added to the outlining border in gold to top it all off. It was a marvelous way to say goodbye to the town's cherished friends. 

Like clockwork, two years later, what once was dead is now awake and reigning terror upon the people. There were rumors, a couple of prankster kids had decided to be dicks and trash the place. Only for them to go missing, and the front door to be opened. None of the coffins inside the mausoleum, expected by the police, seemed disturbed. All of them seemed to be put to rest wonderfully. So the officers left and continued searching the woods for the kids. 

It was terrifying thinking of what was out there. That there was a possible kidnapper, a grave thief. And then the stories and rumors that the family who died, didn't stay dead. It sent a chill down my spine every time I thought about those punk kids who disappeared, I wondered if we'll ever know what happened to them or if they'll forever be missing, forever be lost. I didn't think that they deserved to be kidnapped at all, but it was believed that that they were indeed punks, agreed upon by half the town. They were never found again though.

In the late October month, it seemed as if the stories of who touched to mausoleum became even worse. I couldn't even walk through the halls without someone whispering about it. A few girls chatted about the attractive teenage boys. The way they died, how mysterious it was. Why it had to happen to them that way. They weren't bad people at all, and didn't deserve the ending they got. I found it even weirder though the way the town was handling it. I mean, why a mausoleum? Why not some regular grave just for them in the local town's cemetery? Why did they deserve special treatment? Did the town feel guilty about their death and decided to gift them in a way they'd never know about?

Later on that night, I was walking Presley. My dog, and my literally baby, for a late night stroll. The Sturniolo Stories had been getting to me, and it was only October Third, and honestly I was sick and tired of hearing about them already. I couldn't stand another day. There hadn't been any grave robberies or break ins at the cemetery either. So whose to say there even was one? But, then who opened the mausoleum in the first place?