Mr Lost's roses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Things are not always what they seem. And one who knows it best is the old resident of Hutsville who goes by the name of Jerry Lost. A calm and peaceful florist with a dark, horrible secret. His roses are red, bloody red.

Mr. Lost was a calm, levelheaded man.

Despite his old age, he wasn't grouchy or sour, like most of his fellow elderly residents of Hutsville. He was a pleasant individual, his cheerful demeanor caused by his pride from his biggest treasure: his prized red roses. They were the most beautiful roses that the town had ever seen. The deep crimson color, accompanied by their dark green leaves, made them the most beautiful flowers in Hutsville. Fellow gardening enthusiasts were mesmerized by these roses, and they wanted to know his secret to growing the beautiful flowers. Mr. Lost would just say that his secret was a "home made" sort of mulch he adds to the soil.

His next door neighbor, Wilbur Warstad, was a bitter and belligerent man. He was extremely jealous of the roses, and coveted the ability to grow such beautiful flowers. He was a gardener himself, and sought to outdo any competition that dared to outshine his garden. Seeking to sabotage his neighbor, he decided to steal Mr. Lost’s special soil additive.

He waited for when Mr. Lost was out of the house to sneak in. He searched the house upside down, but he found nothing. Just as he was about to leave, he knocked over a book, which revealed a secret passage that led deep into the bowels of the house. He stopped in front of a lock pad door. He typed in four zeros, and with sheer luck, he opened the door.

But when the doors opened up, a terrible picture blurred his vision. In the middle of the room was a bloody wood chipper, and on the floor were bits and pieces of flesh and bones. There was blood on the ceiling, the walls and the floor. Wilbur wanted to leave. But all of a sudden, he felt a stabbing sensation on the back of his neck. Slowly, he stumbled back before becoming unconscious. He woke up chained above the wood chipper, and beneath was a smiling Mr. Lost.

“Howdy, neighbor,” said Mr. Lost.

“J-Jerry, get me the hell down from here!” Wilbur screamed from the top of his lungs.

“But, how would I make manure, Wilbur?” he said as he slowly approached the lever.

“You know,” he continued, “I usually perform these...delicate, operations on animals. They gave me such good results, but I really want to try it with humans. You should feel lucky. This will be the first good thing you have done in your life.”

He finished with a pleasant smile. He pulled the lever and sent old Wilbur down the wood chipper. Wilbur thrashed and screamed, but it was all in vain. Mr. Lost just stood there with the same grin as before, as the wood chipper chopped Wilbur into a bloody goop of flesh and bone.

The next week, Jerry’s garden grew new beautiful roses.

Submitted: October 06, 2013

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This is a great piece. I would love to see it more developed, more detail and longer story. It really draws the reader in and the idea is wonderful for a horror story!

Mon, October 7th, 2013 7:51am


I am very glad you liked it. I know that the story is a little short but I will see if I can prolong it somehow. But this tale is actually a part of a much larger collection of stories that revolve around Hutsville. I will be posting more stories from the collection (which are much longer). I am really glad you liked it and thank you for the support. :D

Mon, October 7th, 2013 7:14am


*SPEECHLESS* This is short but surprisingly SHOCKING and CREEPY!!! I mean AMAZING!! ;) I was actually here to read 'Great race of mankind' but this caught my eye and horror lover that I'm, I just couldn't stop myself from clicking this story lol. I'm going to sleep with a knife tonight with the light's turned on. there's a lesson to be learned..'DON'T GO SNEAKING INTO YOUR NEIGHBORS GARDENS' I ABSOLUTELY loved this story. At first I thought that Mr Lost was a good guy but that ending was FREAKY! I can't wait to read more :)

Sat, October 19th, 2013 6:07pm


I am glad that I could scare you accidentally. I am glad that you have enjoyed this short, yet sweet, horror. Sleep thight, and thank you once again

Sat, October 19th, 2013 11:49am


SO unique and thrilling! I really loved this. It was so good and kept me reading until the end. This is the kind of story that you read the end and you're like "AND THEN WHAT HAPPENS?!" You could easily make this into a book. I hope you make the story longer, I would certainly read it. Great job! Short and sweet! Thanks for the request :)

Mon, November 4th, 2013 12:45am


Thank you. I made ir purposely short. As far as to what happened next to Mr Lost I think you know ;) (if not see Dark carnival)

Sun, November 3rd, 2013 4:48pm


I love it! And it actually made me chuckle (yeah I'm a weirdo...). I love the way you write and I think it you have a great talent. The story is short and wonderful without any unnecessary details. Thank you so much for inviting me to read this!

Sat, November 9th, 2013 11:18pm


Thank you for reading and commenting. I am very glad to hear that you liked it.

Sun, November 10th, 2013 1:28am


I believe that your talent is horror! Even though this piece isn't as scary as some of your other work, it still is quite the read. Keep it up! I'll try to read every single piece of yours within the next few days.

Thu, December 5th, 2013 12:30am


This was the shortest of my work. It is somewhat my equivalent of a campfire legend.

Thu, December 5th, 2013 5:04am


I can see that most of your writings are horror. But I held back my fear and tried to read this since I already mentioned that the horror genre is one of the things i wouldn't read, but i don't mind this. THIS IS TOO INTRIGUING!

Fri, December 6th, 2013 12:43pm


thank you. I hope you werent too frightened by it.

Fri, December 6th, 2013 4:50am


I knew it had something to do with blood :P I think Jerry wanted his neighbour to find out. Why else would you have 0000 as the password to your secret space. And you would pick a book that cannot be knocked over easily if you want that book to open the secret passage after being knocked over. So in my opinion he did it all on purpose. And I must say that I'm impressed with the way he did it. What did he use to get the neighbour unconscious? I want some of that stuff ^^ You never know when you need something like that :D Sorry... Psychotic me was taking over XD I like Mr. Lost. He knows his business and he can make a really good plan. And even if it wasn't his plan... It's still awesome. The story was well paced but I think the first and last part was a bit short. The tension was good though and I liked the way you depicted the room with the woodchipper :P Keep writing and keep up the good work. I think I'll continue tomorrow or so with reading the rest of your stories. And I noticed you like Within Temptation. They're Dutch :) And yes, I had to look that up on Google XD My apologies if you feel insulted :3

Tue, September 2nd, 2014 9:58pm


Well yeah he had this all planed. He knew that hia neighbour is prettt jelaous and that. he would do anything to sabotage Lost's roses. So predictable. The story was initially intended as a creepypasta (hence the small length of it) and you can even find a yt video of it. Just a little trivia for you

Thu, September 4th, 2014 3:05am

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