Echos of the Buried

Echos of the Buried

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Gage miraculously survives from the tragic fate that bestowed his family thirty years prior. Gage tries to move on. He eventually goes into Bioethics and marries a Psychologist named Lucy. They have two kids Ten year old Ellie and Fourteen year old Rachel. Gage and Lucy both are professing Christians, while Ellie doesn't profess she clearly believes, and Rachael is a devote atheist. Gage doesn't have plans to return to the place of his nightmares until Ellie starts getting nightmares after finding a strange fascination Mythology, Parapsychlogy, and Thanatology. After Gage digs into her fascinations, he realizes that everything could lead to answers surrounding the Pet Sematary and maybe with the help of Ellie, they can destroy the evil that haunts that place and find out the truth behind it as well
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Once upon a time, there were three children who loved each other so much they locked the door and threw away the key. They swore never to be apart. They swore never to let anyone else in. Andrew, the eldest, carried the weight of their survival on his fragile back. Ashley, with her wicked smile, kept the fire burning even when the world tried to snuff them out. And Athanasia, soft and sweet, tied their broken pieces together with ribbons of devotion. But devotion, like hunger, rots when it festers too long. What began as protection became obsession. What began as love became ritual. The house that sheltered them turned into a tomb, each room a reminder that the outside world was forbidden. The laughter of children turned into whispers in the dark, and the promise of "forever" became a curse sealed in blood. And so their story became a coffin, big enough for three, nailed shut with longing, madness, and a vow that even death would not break. Because sometimes, the scariest monsters are not the ones outside the door- but the family you swore to die with.

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