Of course the kids start getting into accidents, just like the old-timey accidents that killed those other four kids. The kids in each timeline are played by the same actors, either implying that there's some sort of of curse at work here or the producers couldn't afford to hire more child actors after shelling out for those sweet sepia-toned shots.
"Are you sure we can't at least afford fake blood?"
One kid hits his head. Another falls off a wagon (a literal wagon; he doesn't start drinking or anything). And in one insanely graphic scene, a girl has her goddamn arm ripped off!
"NO, MY BUTTER-CHURNIN' ARM!"
There's no mistaking this for coincidence either, because the movie takes the time to show us the disembodied head of the father of the dead quartet watching these events with the same expression on his face as the audience.
Always order a homebuyer's report to check for mold or possession before signing any papers.
None of the contemporary kids actually die, though -- that is, until the end, when the older girl is hit by her dad's tractor.
Damn product placement.