Flowers

A Story by Chronos1012

Flowers are a sign of everything, most are good. But what about a flower made from the blackest of hearts.

Flowers

A short horror story

Made by Chronos1012

Chapter 1

A chrysanthemums resembles death, but what about a rose made from the blackest of hearts. The water on the rose drips down cursing it's target to utter doom. The sufferings the flower causes is never ending. It passes on it's problems so one more person can suffer. The cold air brushes the flower rattling the pedals and inflict insanity. Nightmares are always made when the flower is seen.

Jess was an average college girl with brown hair. She wore skinny jeans and soft red Christmas sweater. Her parents called her when her phone was on the couch. She was just about to watch Krampus since she really liked horror films.

"Hey Jess, we'll be home around 10 so, see you then," her dad said.

"Okay, Dad I'll see you soon," Jess said that and then hung up.

It was a cold night with snow on the ground. She was was watching her movie when she heard this thud. It was quite feint. Jess really didn't care for it. It was 12 pm and her parents still haven't come home. Jess tried calling her parents, but they didn't answer. Something was not right. She couldn't finish her 2nd horror movie when she saw a man dressed in all black standing outside her window. She called 911 and moved up to the window for him to only disappear. Jess turned around to see a man with a creepy smile run from the couch to her. The screams were wretched. This placed a rose with a color of black on her dead body.