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Have you seen it? The rose bush made of bones? Up until now, the story of the bush was nothing more than a legend, an urban myth if you will. Needless to say not a single person believed it was real, unless you were that scared little kid who was easily convinced. I'm not ashamed to say that I was one of those kids, but for good reason. The reason why I believed it was because I witnessed it. Let me explain...
I was about eight or nine when it happened. I heard about the legend of the rose bush made of bones. They said that the bones were the stems and roots, maybe even the leaves, and that the roses looked to be like any other red rose, though upon further inspection people came to find that even though they looked red, their color was actually caused by some sort of substance that was an awful lot like blood, and that when you plucked a petal from a rose, the spots where the petal had been plucked would ooze a red liquid. The rumors about this rose bush were beyond horrifying, at least to me. Although, there were people and kids who would go above and beyond the myths saying that where the things that the pollen would be at were replaced with eyeballs or mouths or something, but that was always changing, however the part about the stems and the petals was always the same.
Of course, no one actually found the rose bush at the time, and whoever thought they did would turn out to be on some sort of drugs or so everyone would say. That or the witnesses turned out to be mentally ill or so people assumed. It was simply a scary story to people and nothing more, and the supposed reason no one ever really came across the rose bush was because it's rumored to travel, apparently never being in the same place twice unless it was....hunting someone. They say it hunts for people and that that was how it grew, and like the sucker I was I believed every word of it. Now, I can safely say that almost all the rumors were true.
I was on my way home from school one day. I was within walking distance at the time; my elementary school was just down the street from my house, and of course, being the paranoid little kid that I was, I was constantly looking over my shoulders making sure nothing or no one was following me. I had had a rough day. Some of my classmates had made fun of me at recess about how I was so easily convinced that monsters were real. I was pretty upset about it and my eyes were still red and puffy from crying most of recess and some of class afterwords. The teacher tried to cheer me up, but her methods of giving me sweets and letting me take a nap did little comfort.
I was stepping down the driveway to my house when I heard something then, and I stopped in my tracks. The sound was a bit disturbing and reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. It was as though something was creaking and grinding together as it shuffled along the grass. The shuffling suddenly stopped then, but the grinding continued. I turned to look around but I saw nothing behind me, or to the sides of me, so I kept walking towards my house, or rather towards the garage. My steps were slow and quiet so I could listen to what was making the noise so I could look for where it was coming from. The sound became louder as I got closer to the garage door, but not by much. I crept towards the side of the house and peeked around the corner. My eyes widened when I saw it. It was the rose bush, hidden within the other bushes at the side of the house towards the back. My heart jumped into my throat and I gulped it back down, and like the idiot I was I crept closer.
As the wind blew, the rose bush seemed to move like any other plant, the only difference being the bone structure it had. The stems were made of what looked like thin spines that were covered in sharp canines rather than thorns. The leaves looked a lot like they were made from bone shavings clumped and compressed like paper, and the roses were exactly as people had described them. They certainly appeared to be like normal red roses, but when I plucked a petal from one of them (like the idiot I was), red beads of what looked like blood appeared at the ends of where the petal had been attached. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, which was unusual for me. I couldn't believe that I was really face to face with THE rose bush made of bones, only...the more I thought about it the more I realized that if the rose bush was at my house, then it could only mean one thing....It was hunting. And considering that I was the first to see it, that could only mean one thing.
I stepped away from the bush my heart pounding in my ears. Why me? Why had it chosen to hunt me? It was then I heard something that caused me to nearly faint. I heard a distinct growling sound, or rather something that sounded like a mixture of growling and gargling. I stepped back again, and between the stocks and leaves of the bush I saw what appeared to be a shadow in the very center. The stems creaked and moaned as they moved, rattling against each other creating a similar sound to that of deer antlers clicking together. It was a truly terrifying sound. The growls became louder then and the bony stems rattled louder and harder. It seemed to inch forward towards me, and I could swear I started to see skeletal fingers reaching from the shadow within the bush. It was then I finally picked my feet up and high tailed it into the house.
Ever since then, I could swear that I still hear the sounds of grinding and clacking bone, yet every time I searched for the source I could never find it again. It never returned to my house, which I still live in to this day.
 EmpressAzuli · Wed Jul 29, 2015 @ 11:27pm · 0 Comments |
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