They were so pretty. But Mommy said not to touch them. Mommy said if I touched them, bad things would happen to me. I asked her what the bad things were but she just looked at me. I never knew why Mommy never told me what bad things would come from touching flowers. Bees? Would my hands turn many colors from the petals? I had to knew. When Mommy went inside I took my chance. I went up and picked a pretty purple one. Purple was Mommy's favorite color. I was about to put it on the table to show her when I returned when I couldn't see. I could only see purple. "Mommy? Mommy? Where are you??" I was starting to shrink. I couldn't feel my hands. What was happening to me? I could only remember the feel of that pretty flower. Now I only feel dirt.
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TerrorAmazing cover made by @TheGreatSphinx.This is mostly short clips and stories that I made up. Some are scarier than others. Others might scare the living daylights out if you. Scary or not, they are all enjoyable. -Highest Rank: #245 in Horror-
