The Summer Flower Bleeds

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Imaginarium
This story was written for the Imaginarium House challenge and I hope whoever reads enjoys.

Submitted: June 05, 2019

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In the summer of ’62 in Wyoming, five gruesome murders took place at Yellowstone National Park that caused the park to shut down for investigation. The bodies were severely mutilated and left crime-scene investigators and laboratory personnel unable to adequately identify the five unknown victims. All five bodies were found the same way. They were tied up to a tree with enough macabre to permanently stain the memories of those who witnessed the horrific sight. Along with the bodies, insects that help with the decomposition stage of life were found on the bodies tearing at the decaying flesh.

Detective Levringh could remember perfectly clear how the bodies looked as if he was looking at them for the first time. It was a series of haunting images that would forever plague his mind and shake him to his very core. But now after two years of investigating all the evidence that others and him collected, it all led him to a small, nature infected shack that he now stood in front of. The shack was imprisoned by thick, thorny vines that sprouted poison-ivy leaves as if it was being eaten by a Venus flytrap. The one square window in front, that Levringh could barely look through without rubbing against the vines, was cracked with a large piece of glass missing from the bottom corner. Inside was pitch black and his eyes couldn’t pick up anything within.

He walked around the left side of the shack still seeing the spiked vines migrate towards the top. The metal siding was rusted and now a faded grey. Lizards and small bugs crawled along in fright as Levringh made his way towards the back of the shack trying to find a door to get inside. To his amazement, there was a rotted brown door to the shed and he noticed that the vines that enclosed it were nicely trimmed back though not recently. As he reached for the handle, he could hear a light buzz come from within the shack and he drew his assigned pistol aiming it out in front of him as he twisted the knob.

As the door slammed opened, he pointed in all directions within finding that there was no one inside. The buzz he noticed came from bees that were pollinating within. As Levringh stepped through the threshold, he looked to his left finding another closed door that possibly led to an installed bathroom. He turned his attention back in front of him finding an open room that held dozens of pots sitting on countless tables nurturing summer flowers. He also noticed two large cast iron bathtubs that were from the early 1950’s resting against the far wall in front with two black tarps pulled over them. As he journeyed towards them, bees started stinging his arms and neck and in response, he swatted at them chaotically as he pressed forward.

When he approached the tubs, he holstered his weapon and grabbed at the tarp covering the first one. As he lifted, a strong odor escaped and hit his nostrils making him almost keel over and vomit, but he restrained himself. Counting to three within his head, Levringh quickly torn away the tarp to reveal a body of a young woman resting within that was decomposing. As he stood and starred at the wrenching metamorphous from beauty to decay slowly happening, a churn in his stomach made him turn away and investigate the next tub. Again he grabbed the tarp slowly counting to three, and he peeled it away only to see another decaying body of a young man, sitting within.

Now feeling the urge to regurgitate, he bent over and vomited his breakfast from this morning out onto the floor. Feeling nauseated and light headed, he wiped his mouth with his hand and scraped it on his pants. Before he rose, he noticed clear tubes attached to the drain of the tubs and followed with his eyes. As he coordinated the tubes, he found that there was a series of tubes that broke off from the main one and littler ones raced into the pots that sat around the room. Questioning this, he soon realized that the tubes from the decomposing bodies in the tubs were transferring liquefied remains to the flowers as a source of fertilizer. As he looked at the flowers, he admired the white petals that seemed to turn red near the pistol of the flower. Focusing now on the stem, he could see that they were a much darker green than usual and so he broke the flower in half and witnessed crimson pour from out the flower. It erupted like a volcano, with the red fluid running down its side and Levringh became dramatically disturbed with this shack.

From behind him, a knock caught his attention and Levringh now, slowly turned walked towards the closed door that was by the entrance while drawing his pistol. He stood in front of it sticking his left hand out to grab the knob. A bead of sweat raced down his forehead as he nervously twisted the metal knob and flung the door open firing a shot. When he looked inside he saw that there was no one and that toilet was missing along with the sink. Quietly giggling to himself he turned around to head back into the open room but was caught by a tall black figure that pressed a knife into his abdomen.

Now coughing up blood, Levringh fell to his knees dropping the pistol to the floor and grabbing at the knife. The figure kicked his side and sent the detective to the floor lying on his back. The mystery person lingered over Levringh like a shadow from a nightmare and withdrew the knife. Kneeling down next to their victim, they toyed with the knife dragging it softly across the detectives face while blood trailed behind.

And without further delay, the figure continuously stabbed Levringh in the chest and in the abdomen as the summer flower bled.



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