Short Stories: 10-31-18

Burying What's Been Left

Your friends have been convinced that you need to play this new video game that came out called "Come to the Garden". You don't know what it's about, but the less you know, the better.
You sat down on your couch after putting the disc into your game system. The title card pops up. The title of the game is covered in lilacs and roses. Looks cute.
  You press start, and the screen takes you to a kitchen. Captions began to pop up.
  "Hiya, I'm Bella! Welcome to the game, where gardening tips are given for good!"
  A bunch of random squares suddenly pop up. Accordingly, you go through every level taking care of plants. How boring.
 
  After about an hour, you've finished every level. You couldn't believe how addicting the game was, but you were obsessed. The graphics were beautiful, and taking care of the plant were actually harder than you thought.
  You were about to put the game down before you see how many games you completed:
  49/50
  49/50? You thought you did everything. You looked through the options before you find the missing one.
  Strange. This one was blank. Everyone one of the others had a flower and a title. This one had nothing. You didn't think of it much, and you press play.
  You're sent to the garden. You see all the flowers you've planted. Your character then moved away from the garden, towards the tool shed.
  Besides all the other gardening tools, all you needed was a large shovel. You became curious on what you were actually planting.
  You began digging. You were digging for a while, which made the music stop playing. At some point the screen turned to black.
  When it lit up again, you were kicking a large bag into the large hole. Your eyes widened when you realize what you were doing.
  You weren't planting a flower, you were burying a body.
  Your character finally got the bag into the grave, and you were in charge of covering it back up.
  The screen was black for a while.
  Words began to pop up.
  "Are you proud?"
  "We scared you, huh?"
  You were suddenly uncomfortable, and you decided to turn off the game. You looked through the window to your own garden. Creepy.