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Blood
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I sighed, picking a flower from the Plumeria tree.
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Things were better when I didn't know.
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At least the tree did something good.
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Back when I was 6. I loved this tree. Even though it didn't belong here. I live in a dry place, and yet. There is a tropical tree here. From Hawaii to be specific. It's very sad really. There wasn't enough water for it. Or was there?
One day, when I was 15 or so. I walked up to the tree, and picked one of the flowers. There was a drop of blood on the petals. I looked up, expecting to see normal flowers. When I realized, half the tree was covered in blood. I remember that a neighbor came up to me once after that.
They explained that the tree kills people once a week. No one goes missing on this street. At least, until now. The way the tree gets people is, people that live here invite someone over. Then, they take them to the tree, and tell them to pick the very top flower. Making the person land in the middle of the tree. Then, the tree swallows this person up.
But, that wasn't the only killer on this street. There was an unusual ice cream truck that would drive by. The weird thing was: this street never got ice cream trucks. This street was always unappreciated and hidden. Despite its lively inhabitants.
But the ice cream truck... kids started disappearing. And the neighbors got suspicious. This street had a long history of no ice cream trucks. Why did it start now? So me and the neighbors decided to get rid of him. We knew he was the one taking kids. And we were right.
One of the neighbors got to get the man outside of his truck. And I led him to the tree. I asked him to get the top flower. He was a taller man and seemed to take a liking to me. So, he tried to get the flower for me. But I pushed him into the tree. And the tree devoured him. Like a fly in a Venus fly trap.
Blood covered me and the flowers. Once again. The flowers looked like a murder scene. The nearby neighbor took me in the get me washed up from this. A lot of random cars came by to race down the street. Can't have them calling the cops now can we?
But the thing is, a tropical tree kills people.
And I fed it.
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//Author's note//
*Sips tea*
Y'all ready for a Baldi's basics story?
