Vines

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A vacation of a husband and wife goes wrong when Charles tries to retreive his camera from the Barjii jungle, where the plantlife seem to have a mind of their own.

Submitted: July 17, 2009

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There was a heavy layer of mist throughout the Barjii Jungle. The Barjii Jungle was filled with all sorts of creatures and plants. Many tourists used to tour its green and misty depths until someone was found dead, hanging from a tree, by the neck with a thick, thorn-covered vine. This sparked a rumor in close by villages that the vines have a mind of their own. The village did attract a fair amount of tourism, but no one dared enter the jungle.

 People were allowed to go only a few feet into the Jungle, which was guarded by village chiefs. One person named Charles found the Barjii Jungle was extremely fascinating. He had read about vines that grow rather quickly enough to seem like they have a mind of their own, but he found it hard to believe that a vine could hang someone by the neck.

 "This must have been a suicide, or a self sacrifice to something these villagers worshiped." Charles said to his wife, Angela. "Don't you think that the villagers would have known it was a self sacrifice? If not right away, they would have found out soon after." Angela replied. Charles nodded in agreement. Just past the village chiefs he could see thick, thorn-covered vines hanging from dead-looking trees. Charles took out his camera and took a picture.

 "Hey, no pictures are allowed here! You'll upset the sleeping vines!" said one of the chiefs, grabbing Charles's camera. He then tossed it further into the Jungle. "That camera was expensive!" Charles said. "The tour is now over, please head back to the village." said another chief, sounding aggravated. As everyone was walking away disappointed, Charles stayed behind and hid behind a tree. "What are you doing?" Angela asked. "Go back to the village. I'm just going to get the camera back." Charles said.

 He saw that the chiefs followed them back to the village, giving Charles a chance to get his camera. He crept through the plants and picked up his camera. He was about to leave but then his foot caught on something. It was one of those thick, thorn-covered vines. Charles fell flat on his face. He broke his nose on a rock, causing blood to flow everywhere. The blood touched one of the thick vines. The vine began to move into the air like a charmed snake. Charles looked up in horror and screamed as the vine lunged forward. It pierced through his skull, causing instant death.

 Angela screamed and ran towards her husband. She vomited at the sight of her husband's impaled head. She suddenly felt something squeeze her, and at the same time, stab her with many knives. A vine had grabbed her by the waist and was now lifting her into the air. She was being pulled deep into the Jungle. Before she could tell where she was going, she was ripped apart because of the array of other thorny plants that happened to be in the way.

 The tourists were terrified. They wanted to go home immediately. The pilot of the plane that took the tourists to that horrid place started the plane's engine. It took off, leaving the villagers behind. The vines seemed to be growing into the village. People that were too slow to make it to the safety of their homes were ripped apart. As the plane headed back to North America the vines seemed to get more and more aggressive.

 It has been seven years since the incident. And there have been reports of large, thorn-covered vines all over Europe, parts of Asia, and it somehow reached North America.  Scientists believe that it spread through microscopic spores that traveled through Russia and across to Alaska and through Canada and then the United States, like a virus. Soon, the whole world would be overrun by these mysterious vines that can go on a rampage with a single drop of blood.


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