The Rose of Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  No Houses

Submitted: April 15, 2018

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Leaves and branches brush against her face as she sprints through the dense forest. Her breath grows heavy and her cheeks are flush. She falls to her knees and crawls under an old dead tree. The fallen redwood, rotten and covered in moss, hangs over a small ledge. This makeshift shelter is dark and hidden from the common eye.

“Eleanor!” He shouts, his voice bouncing off the trees, “Eleanor! Where are you, my love?” He continues as his pursuit gets him closer and closer. Eleanor tucks herself into her small place of protection and darkness. She hears the leaf crunching get louder and closer. Twigs snap above and rocks tumble in front of her as he stands atop of the log she hides under. Silence is her only ally while she waits.

“Eleanor!” He yells one last time before he turns and walks away, continuing his search. She hears his steps get further away. When the sound of crunching leaves and breaking twigs is out of ear shot, she sighs a breath of relief. Fear keeps her frozen in her hiding place. Misty fog rolls out of her mouth as the already cold night gets colder.

 

Eleanor crawls out of her cubby hole under the dead tree and sprints in the opposite direction that she last heard him go. With her pursuer lost, she slows down when she see’s a cabin. Eleanor slowly approaches the house in the woods, cautious with each step she takes. Her hands cup around her eyes as she peeks through the glass. The cabin is full of dust but a stick breaks behind her and her heart sinks.

“Ah! There you are, Love.” He says as she turns around. For a moment she freezes, and he takes full advantage. He takes two large steps and reaches his arms around her, “Why do you run from me?”

“Fuck you!” Eleanor shouts as she spits in his face. She struggles to get free as his vice grip-like arms clamp around her.

“It’s time to get ready. I have something to show you.” He says, ignoring the comment and the saliva rolling down his face. A moment later he releases one of his arm and bashes her on the back of her head. She falls from consciousness, going limp in his arms.

 

She awakens into a daze, her foggy vision slowly clearing up until the room becomes visible. Metal clinks as she tries to stand up but finds herself unwilling chained to a chair. Eleanor looks around the room in horror as she takes in her surroundings. White rose pedals litter the floor and hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of her are posted all over the walls.

“So, you awaken at last.” The man pursuing her steps out from around the corner, stopping in front of her, “This will be my last rose to you, My Love.” He opens his coat slightly reaching inside. He pulls out a black rose as a wicked smile curls onto his face.

 

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