Ivy (Short Horror Story)

Chapter 2

Pain is all I know. I move. It hurts but that's part of the fun. I say it has been around 5 years since i got in here. They stopped looking for me. I can tell because I don't hear the cops sirens no more. Nor do I hear anything. I can sometimes hear the faint sound of children. Of la

ughter. Oh I hate it! I hate their happiness! They don't know real pain! Oh but how fun causing pain is. I sometimes move just to feel the pain.

4 years later

I'm 13 now or should be. I slowly started to feel the vines loosen. Now I feel as I can control them. I can leave, that's if I wanted to leave. I can move the vines so I can see, but others can't see me. I'm too far in. The bush has grown larger, but it still has that one flower. It hangs right above my head. So I can see the pain on the kids faces when the vines start to wrap around them.