Ivy (Short Horror Story)

Chapter 3

  I find joy in the pain of others. It makes me happy to see the horror on their faces. Reminds me of how easy it is to be forgotten in no time at all. It reminded me of when i first trapped a child. I had done this many times before  I watched as little kids ran around close to the woods. Their laughter. Oh when will it end! I closed my eyes and thought of the bush moving slightly. I heard one vine move slightly causing the children to stop. I watched as their little eyes peered into the forest. An older girl around 5 saw the bush first. She looked back and darted for the bush. I smiled evilly knowing what would most likely happen. She stopped at the bush and looked at the flower. The flower that had tricked me and now many others. She reached up to grab the flower when she took hold of it she went to pull it but stopped in horror.
The vines started to wrap around her arm. She screamed. Oh how i love that scream. Tears ran down her face. I heard the other kids yelling at their dad. I never expected him to come with an axe. He ran up to the bush and chopped the vines off the bush. He also chopped off the only rose. The pain of how it hurt. It felt as if he had chopped off my arm or other limbs. The bush didn't like it at all. It suddenly wrapped around the axe and pulled at it. The man let go and the axe got swallowed into the bush. The vines  started to grab at the girl. Trying to get the flower from the girl. The man must have seen what it wanted and grabbed the flower from the girl and threw it at the bush. It landed back in its spot. The bush pulled itself back in and went still. The pain stopped but the bush was mad with my actions and tightened around me. I screamed with laughter as the thorns pushed into my skin.