One Plant. Little later than I intended today, but I've been passed out most of today, off my nut on a ton of medication for my throat infection. File 1 12842_  morbid
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One Plant

One Plant. Little later than I intended today, but I've been passed out most of today, off my nut on a ton of medication for my throat infection. File 1 12842_

Little later than I intended today, but I've been passed out most of today, off my nut on a ton of medication for my throat infection

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Cla Lovely Plant. Creepster 1. (/ 11/ 10( Sat) 14: 32
It all started with a simple plant.
Awoke up that morning, like I did everyday. About to leave for work, I noticed achawgo in my garden. There was a small, unknown plant growing in scorner, with a note tied to the base of it.
A gift from someone who enjoys your garden"
I must say, I take pride in the plants in front of my house. I' them, and made sure they all grow as beautifully as they can. Though, now a gift because of them? My ego was
going to burst!
I went to work for now. When I had time I googled a bit, trying to find out what kind of plant it was. The closest plant I could find in looks wasn' t named, just a picture on a poorly constructed
website, recomending to keep it indoors, with good light, enough water and good soil. Then showed a picture of the flower, lovely flitters in a blue shade, with a red center.
Once I was home, I brought the flower inside, to keep my gift safe, and hoping to see the flowers.
A month goes by, and the lil plant is now tall, and the leaves come directly from the round center. Looks a bit like a pineapple, just completly dark brown, the leaves fading to red on the tips. My friends find it really estrange but cute.
They laugh a bit about my ego when I explain to them how I got it, but they agree I do deserve it...
two months. One night, I hear a soft cracking, like when you open an egg for breakfast- Laying on my bed, I wondered what it could be... but the night was silent again. I shrugged it off, and went back to the book I was
The next night, it started- Little steps on the walls during the night would wake me up. As soon as I stared paying attention, they would stop. Two, three, four times a night I would wake up to this soft, small hits on the insides of
my walls. I spoke to some friends about it, who said I was working to much, and the stress was getting to me. I believed them, and after a couple days the steps finally stopped.
One day, when I went to water my 'gift', I noticed it had a small crack on one side. I poked it a bit, curious, and it gave in, with the sound of a cracking egg, showing me that the plant was hollow. Surprised, I decided to check
the net later to see if it was normal on this plant, and left to work. Hard day, that made me forget the plant completly, until I was back home in bed, relaxing.
You know that momment of the night when your mind runs wild, making all kind ybcrazy ideas sound possible? That' s when it hit me- The plant. The egg cracking. The steps in my wall. the insecticide creature over my chest,
I couldn' t move. I wasn' t paralized by fear, even though I was scared to death. Ijust couldn' t move. I hadn' t noticed the ugly creature standing on my chest, piercing bought the covers, apparently, to incect something in me. It
was as big as my fist, six legs, no wings and a huge head, I had time to see it as it ripped the blankets, reaching for my body. Two others joined it, silently falling from the ceiling. I couldn' t feel a thing, even though I coud see
my blood as they burrowed themselves into my body. Only my eyes responding to my brain... that' s when I passed out.
I woke up after a while. Right now, my eyes and my brain are all that belongs to me. They somehow move my body, forcing it to act against my will. My body' s withered, they seem to feed on it, yet I feel nothing but the terror of
knowing they' re inside me, making me walk-.. making me grab the note I got with the plant months ago. Making me walk to another garden during the night, dig a hole, tie the note to my dry, brown index finger and get into the
hole, leaving only the finger out,
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