Stanley Eckard Dug His Family Into Hell

By ThinkGoat

Spring Hill, Florida I have a younger brother by five years and I’m here to tell you there was no bigger pain in the ass than he. Whine, cry, tattle-tale and the little shit was always getting into my crap. And he never got into trouble for his antics because he was the baby. There were good things about having him around though. It allowed me to hone my “clever skills”. I constantly had to change-up my game as he became smarter and my will to not get caught became greater. I think those times were good for us both. Hopefully I helped shape who he hides deep within himself today, the non-neurotic cool guy. Or perhaps I helped contribute to the sniffling little brat he still is today – the one who sends me love letters saying, “you’re dead to me”. Either way, our sibling rivalry only went so far – hiding prized possessions on each other, etc. And I have to wonder if prized possessions were what the Eckards expected to find as their daughter said, “Mom, we have to dig up that hole. What’s in that hole?”

The details of this horror-filled tale started around 3am Saturday when the mother of Stanley Eckard (21) saw him digging in the backyard. It’s all okay, though. He was just burying some shit that belonged to an old girlfriend. Why not throw the shit away? (unless he was planning on reuniting with her in which he’d dig the shit back up, wash it off, and put her panties back on display) But again, why bury them? Why not put them in a bag in the back of the closet?

Monday, Stanley’s sister arrived at her parent’s house where her two brothers Stanley and Sean (19) resided. When the conversation turned to Sean, who’d not been seen since Friday evening, Jennifer (with I assume a little suspicion and a great deal of panic) encouraged her parents to investigate exactly what that pile of dirt was covering and exactly what it was Stanley had buried.

I cannot imagine the anguish and fear, the pure raw emotion as their father unearthed his decomposing child that was buried in that hole.

Sean Eckard

I’m including a link to the audio of the 911 call placed by Jennifer as her father continues to dig and recover his son, her youngest brother from the back yard. A call she places while her brother Stanley (and a buddy) are in that same home. It was tough for me to listen to – the operator completely pissed-me-the-fuck-off. You can clearly hear Stanley in the background yelling and freaking out. And you can clearly hear Jennifer’s panic as she describes what’s going on. She’s pleading for help. Oh hell yes. She tells the operator her brother Stanley murdered her younger brother, he’s in the house talking to their mother, her father is fucking laying over his dead son who’s been buried in the ground since Saturday early morning. Fuck yeah, I’d be begging for help and telling the operator to get the shit out of her ears and listen better…and get fucking help there immediately.

Detectives state Stanley started choking his brother during a fight and when Sean fell to the ground, he reached down, checked his pulse and then buried him. After all, that’s what they do with dead people. Only it’s not usually in one’s backyard. That’s why Stanley admitted he was going to move the body once his parents left. Bright one, that Stanley.

This quiet neighborhood filled with sculptured lawns and a place where two young brothers were often seen waving at neighbors is now adored with make-shift memorials honoring a quiet and kind Eckard boy, Sean. And now the Eckard family, who once were raising two sons are  left with the horrific memory of digging in the ground only to find one son and watching the other being handcuffed and taken away. Hopefully for life.

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