The Garden
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
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1,042
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The Garden
Joe Burns briefly glanced over his shoulder and continued on to his final stop for the day. The children were still following behind him. He considered turning around and confronting them but his strong dislike for children prevented him from doing so. Unlike his ex-wife he hated children.
Joe first noticed them following him an hour and a half ago. They had been following him now for three blocks never coming closer then a block away from him. He didn't know what to make of it. He had ignored them hoping that they would get bored with whatever game they were playing at and wander off to bother someone else. This hope of his started to fade after the first half hour had passed. When he finally arived at his destination he stopped. A very heavy medal gate that stood at least twelve feet high stood in his way. A brick wall covered in ivy trailed out from each side of the gate. He couldn't see over the wall as it stood at least two feet taller than him. He tried to push the gate open and found it to be locked. He was just about to turn around and walk back to his car when a hand took hold of his arm.
Joe jerked backwards in surprise. A blond hair boy stood there next to him. It was one of the boys that had been following him. "What do you want!" He growled. His heart felt as if it was going to pound a hole in his chest. "Don't go in there." The boy stated. Joe placed his free hand on his hip and gripped the suitcase handle tighter(in case the boy was a thief). "Do you live here boy?" He asked. The boy shook his head no. "Then run along. I don't have time for you and your friends's games." The boy stood there a moment. "You don't want to go in there." he repeated a final time and then walked back to where the others were waiting on thier bicycles. How dare he tell him what to do. He thought. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the button on the side of the gate.
Joe pushed the button and a brief but loud click sounded from the gate. He pushed on the gate again. It swung open without a single squeak. He looked around him in amazement as he entered. This is going to be a great sell. He thought to himself.
It appeared to be a very expensive garden. There were man-made streams flowing from what appeared to be hand carved water fountains. And there were statues everywhere. Men, women, children, and even animals. There were very colorful plants everywhere. He believed them to be exotic plants fore he couldn't identify any of them. His ex-wife was a self proclaimed expert on plants and, by marriage, he knew a little about them as well.
Following a narrow path he came upon the back door. It too was made of medal. He considered knocking on the door but it was cold and he did not wish to hurt his hands on the cold metal. So, instead, he pushed the doorbell. And that was when the sprinkler system turned on.
He pushed down on the doorbell again as the bottom of his pants started to darken from the wetting he was beginning to get. Nothing happened. After waiting five minutes he decided that this house was a lost cause and started to head back toward the gates. His legs started to itch. He looked down and noticed that his shoes were starting to smoke and so where the bottom of his pants. He started walking faster. His hands started to tingle. When he scratched the back of his right hand the flesh slid off. Disturbed by this turn of events he looked away from his hands and focused on getting to the gate. As he stumbled along(his legs were beginning to feel very wierd) he felt something wet slide down his forehead. It ran into his eyes obscuring his vision. He ran his hand over his face in an attempt to wipe the liquid away. His hand came away covered in blood. He briefly wondered why he was feeling no pain. He almost threw up when he saw the bones in his hands through skin that was steadily becoming transparent. Joe stumbled and fell next to the waterfountain. He tried to use the water to wash away whatever poison was on him but it only made things worse as the rest of the flesh on his hands fell away leaving only bones. He felt the rest of his skin begin to loosen from his body as the liquid continued to soak through his smoking clothes. His last consciouse thoughts were that he should have listened to the kids.
The blond haired boy looked at the others feeling bad. "I should have told him why he shouldn't have gone in." He stated. A red head kicked up his kickstand and retorted, "He wouldn't have believed you. They never do. Let's get out of here." The blond boy shrugged his shoulders and followed the others around the block back to the playground. The red head glanced back once and wondered how many more will die before anybody took notice. And then they were gone.
The End
Joe first noticed them following him an hour and a half ago. They had been following him now for three blocks never coming closer then a block away from him. He didn't know what to make of it. He had ignored them hoping that they would get bored with whatever game they were playing at and wander off to bother someone else. This hope of his started to fade after the first half hour had passed. When he finally arived at his destination he stopped. A very heavy medal gate that stood at least twelve feet high stood in his way. A brick wall covered in ivy trailed out from each side of the gate. He couldn't see over the wall as it stood at least two feet taller than him. He tried to push the gate open and found it to be locked. He was just about to turn around and walk back to his car when a hand took hold of his arm.
Joe jerked backwards in surprise. A blond hair boy stood there next to him. It was one of the boys that had been following him. "What do you want!" He growled. His heart felt as if it was going to pound a hole in his chest. "Don't go in there." The boy stated. Joe placed his free hand on his hip and gripped the suitcase handle tighter(in case the boy was a thief). "Do you live here boy?" He asked. The boy shook his head no. "Then run along. I don't have time for you and your friends's games." The boy stood there a moment. "You don't want to go in there." he repeated a final time and then walked back to where the others were waiting on thier bicycles. How dare he tell him what to do. He thought. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the button on the side of the gate.
Joe pushed the button and a brief but loud click sounded from the gate. He pushed on the gate again. It swung open without a single squeak. He looked around him in amazement as he entered. This is going to be a great sell. He thought to himself.
It appeared to be a very expensive garden. There were man-made streams flowing from what appeared to be hand carved water fountains. And there were statues everywhere. Men, women, children, and even animals. There were very colorful plants everywhere. He believed them to be exotic plants fore he couldn't identify any of them. His ex-wife was a self proclaimed expert on plants and, by marriage, he knew a little about them as well.
Following a narrow path he came upon the back door. It too was made of medal. He considered knocking on the door but it was cold and he did not wish to hurt his hands on the cold metal. So, instead, he pushed the doorbell. And that was when the sprinkler system turned on.
He pushed down on the doorbell again as the bottom of his pants started to darken from the wetting he was beginning to get. Nothing happened. After waiting five minutes he decided that this house was a lost cause and started to head back toward the gates. His legs started to itch. He looked down and noticed that his shoes were starting to smoke and so where the bottom of his pants. He started walking faster. His hands started to tingle. When he scratched the back of his right hand the flesh slid off. Disturbed by this turn of events he looked away from his hands and focused on getting to the gate. As he stumbled along(his legs were beginning to feel very wierd) he felt something wet slide down his forehead. It ran into his eyes obscuring his vision. He ran his hand over his face in an attempt to wipe the liquid away. His hand came away covered in blood. He briefly wondered why he was feeling no pain. He almost threw up when he saw the bones in his hands through skin that was steadily becoming transparent. Joe stumbled and fell next to the waterfountain. He tried to use the water to wash away whatever poison was on him but it only made things worse as the rest of the flesh on his hands fell away leaving only bones. He felt the rest of his skin begin to loosen from his body as the liquid continued to soak through his smoking clothes. His last consciouse thoughts were that he should have listened to the kids.
The blond haired boy looked at the others feeling bad. "I should have told him why he shouldn't have gone in." He stated. A red head kicked up his kickstand and retorted, "He wouldn't have believed you. They never do. Let's get out of here." The blond boy shrugged his shoulders and followed the others around the block back to the playground. The red head glanced back once and wondered how many more will die before anybody took notice. And then they were gone.
The End