Clara reached out her arm and grabbed the young boy by his shoulder.
She pulled him away from the wooden display with a harsh and sudden motion.
Toby fell back onto the hard floor and began to cry from the sudden shock.
He scrambled backward while keeping his eyes fixed on the heavy wooden latch.
Aunt Clara: Get away from that coffin right now!
Her harsh voice echoed off the tall stone walls of the central sanctuary.
Several family members stood up in shock at the sudden loud outburst.
Toby raised a trembling finger toward the bottom corner of the wooden box.
Little Toby: My mom is still alive in there!
Mark did not hesitate for a single second after hearing those desperate words.
He sprinted straight down the center aisle as fast as his feet could move.
His heavy dress shoes made sharp noises against the smooth light marble floor.
Clara stepped into the middle of the aisle to block Mark from getting closer.
She held out both of her hands to keep him away from the altar.
Aunt Clara: Step back right now, Mark!
Mark: Get out of my way, Clara!
He pushed past his aunt with firm force and dropped down onto his knees.
Toby scrambled over and grabbed onto Mark's dark suit jacket with both hands.
Mark looked down into his nephew's tear-filled eyes and felt a sudden chill.
He knew the young boy would not make up such a strange claim today.
Mark: Hold on, son!
Mark reached out both of his hands and gripped the heavy silver lid latches.
He unhooked the metal fasteners with a swift pull of his fingers.
The heavy lid swung open with a loud creak that echoed everywhere.
Everyone in the quiet sanctuary gasped in total horror at the sudden sight.
Sarah was sitting bound and gagged inside the deep padded wooden box.
Her pale face showed pure terror as her eyes locked onto her brother.
Mark reached inside immediately to pull the thick cloth away from her mouth.
Sarah took a deep ragged breath as tears spilled down her cold cheeks.
Sarah: Save me, please!
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