Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26250475-20150622061609



01/06/15

It’s strange. Last night, maybe at midnight, I was awaked by a weird odor, the odor of flowers. I used to sleep so soundly that even the noisiest thunder couldn’t wake me up. I shouldn’t be awaked up merely because of that flower odor. The more abnormal thing is that in such a busy city, every scent of plants, meals or animals would be turned into the smell of concretes, dusts and pollutions. But anyway, it doesn’t matter. Maybe it was just a dream. Comparing with this, I should worry about assignments instead. Why do I have to write such a long paper in three days! Mrs. Frank is so strict! Fortunately, if I work hard enough, I may handle this. Ahhh, God bless me! Please!



01/07/15

I’m almost dead… Writing this paper is tooooooo difficult! Why did I choose to major in art history! I hate paper! I hate art history! Plus, last night I was awaked by that strange odor again! What the hell is that? Still, I didn’t care about it and continued my sleep. But I can’t say I’m not concerned… Anyway, comparing with my dear paper, this phenomenon should be ignored.



01/08/15

I finished my paper! Great! So tonight I can concentrate on that weird odor! It was so strange. Last night, after being awaked by that odor, I couldn’t stand it at all and decided to turn on my light to see where this damned smell came from, but I didn’t touch my switch, and my wall. That switch should be right on the wall next to my bed, and I should have touched it just by stretching my arm toward the left. But what I felt was only the air. I even then stretched out half of my body from my bed, but I touched nothing! Nothing! It was impossible, for my wall was right near my bed; I should have bumped onto it with such an action, while nothing happened. Then, I turned back immediately and turned on my phone with its faint screen light to see what the hell happened, I found my wall was back, standing near my bed quietly. I stretched out my arm again and this time I touched it, but it didn’t comfort me at all! I was even more confused actually! But think rationally, maybe it was merely a sort of disorientation after waking up from the deep sleep accidently? Anyway, tonight I will find out the truth!



01/09/15

I was wrong. This phenomenon is not strange. It is scary! After waking up again due to that odor, I sat up to stay my mind clear. At that time, I knew what happened last night should be true, and my instinct told me if I touched my wall again, I would absolutely fail. Also, I found something else abnormal. Even it was at midnight, there should be weak light, like the neon light, street light or moonlight, coming into my room through the window, whereas at that time it was completely dark in my room. As decided earlier, I tried to find out the truth of this strange phenomenon. Holding my phone in my hand, I stretched out my arm toward left carefully – expectably, I touched nothing but the air. I moved to the edge of my bed and inclined forward at such a position that if my wall was at its initial place, my body now should be “immerged” into it. Then, I turned on my phone to see what in the world was happening in my room. With that dim light, what I saw was only darkness, and I could smell the flower odor coming from it. I narrowed my lids in order to see something hiding behind that darkness and  to find my wall, but it was all in vain I could see nothing but darkness; though my curiosity urged me to step into that dark, the fear and the sanity stopped this crazy idea. What was more, after I swung my body back and winked once, my wall just appeared at its original position. At the same time, the odor in my room scattered. What in the world did that mean! A horror story?! At least I should say “thanks” to my ration. Who knows what would have happened once I had stepped into that darkness?



01/10/15

Today I have tried to search for some explanations for what I have experienced, but nothing valuable was found; however, I saw three Q&A websites were asking about a situation same as mine, but responses beneath questions were not really useful – it seemed others just regarded our experience as a ghost story. I contact these three net pals and showed my wish of communicating with them, but now they hadn’t replied. Maybe for my own safe, tonight I should continue sleep as I did two days earlier and wait for their answers. After that I would decide what to do.



<p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know what happened. It was so weird. Where am I? A garden? I just dreamed I stepped into that darkness and arrived at a strange garden, then I’m awaked by that odor again. But I didn’t wake up in my room. I’m in open air, a garden, the garden in my dream, lying on the soil, with denser odor, cold breeze and plant rustle surrounding me. I know now it’s not a dream. It feels so real. But I have no idea how I get here! By a dream? No way! And things around me are only ground. Even that darkness inside my wall has disappeared. I only find my diary and my pen beside me. Maybe this is because tonight I slept with them held in my arms, and something took me and them here. Something. I can’t think anything else besides a ghost. What in the world happened! I should be sleeping soundly in my room! And in this garden, it was so dark! I can’t even see what I’m writing, and I can just write by my feeling! The only dim light was coming from the sky, but I didn’t see the moon or stars or any other possible origin of the light. However, I can see the scales of flowers through the weak light. That’s why I know it’s a garden. But there are only a few of them. They are now several meters far away from me, and I can’t see clearly what kind of flowers are they. But they were tall, about one meter high. Wait, something is under every flower. Maybe I should get closer to them. This may help me to find a way home. I hope so.

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<p class="MsoNormal">No way. Corpse. Corpses under flowers.

<p class="MsoNormal">Flower grows from the heart.

<p class="MsoNormal">Heart of corpse.

<p class="MsoNormal">No way! No! Why!

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">She closed this diary. The author apparently wrote the last sentences in a hurry and then threw the diary away and escaped. Did the writer escaped successfully? She had no idea, but she knew everything written in it was true, even if this was an early diary. Because her experienced was so similar with this one: the odor, the darkness, the dream, and now the garden and the flowers growing from corpses as they were standing at the hearts. The only thing she would not agree with the writer was that there were not only a few flowers. Actually, now the garden was almost a forest of flowers, which were growing widely and crowdedly. Because she took a phone with her, she could easily read the diary, which she picked up on the ground accidently, with the faint light of the phone screen; she assumed this dairy might help, but it only told her its owner was also in trouble. Moreover, with the phone light, she saw the rate of decay of the corpses varied greatly, while the flowers growing on them were all vigorous. Plus, all the flowers were poppies, black poppies, yet she didn’t know whether this meant something. About five corpses were now lying beside her as a circle, and the distance between her and each one was no more than one meter the closest one was at her left side, and the right hand of the corpse was almost touching her. She only knew the one in front of her, the freshest one, was a boy, while the other four were all rotted seriously. Nevertheless, she didn’t feel any smell of blood or carrion. The only scent in the garden was the flower odor, too dense for her to breathe. If she hadn’t seen the corpses by her own eyes, she would not have believed all the poppies were growing from the hearts of dead people.

<p class="MsoNormal">Although she didn’t know what happened either, she realized this garden must have something to do with the recent increasing number of missing cases. Nevertheless, she had no effort to consider the missing cases now, because her instinct told her that those corpses’ fates were also her destiny.

<p class="MsoNormal">What she was thinking now was exactly the same as the writer of the diary.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No way… Why… Why me… Help me… No…”

<p class="MsoNormal">If she didn’t fall in this trouble, she should now worry about her final exam next week, or expect the first date with her boyfriend tomorrow, instead of trembling in a cold sweat in a strange garden with corpses, without even strength to scream. She wanted to call somebody, while there was completely no signal; she wanted to run away, but the flowers, the corpses, were around her, and blocked all her possible way to escape. Now she could only sit on the ground as she was paralyzed.

<p class="MsoNormal">About why there were so many corpses, why they didn’t diffuse the smell of blood, how these people died, or when would this situation end, she had no idea, and no effort to get an idea. She could merely hope that all these things were only a nightmare.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you like these flowers?” Suddenly, a boy’s sound murmured behind her.

<p class="MsoNormal">She turned back at once, and saw a teenage boy standing behind her, smiling gently. At that time, she was comforted instantly as there was another human being in this crazy garden, whereas thinking about the boy’s weird words, she felt the situation was not as simple as she thought.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, I’m sorry. I should introduce myself first. I’m Spring Garcia, the owner of this garden. Then, do you like my flowers?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The sense of being comforted was wiped away totally, and she knew immediately that it was this boy that caused everything, but she had no power to escape, or even just to move away. Even her scream was turned into intermittent dry cry. “Ah… Ahh… Ah… Don’t… ki…kill…me…” With tears running down, she couldn’t even hear her own words, and could only pray for him by shaking her head continually.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You don’t like them?” His smile disappeared, changing into a sad disappointment instead, and also, a faint murderous look. “He will kill me…” She swung aside slightly, understanding that she showed something he disliked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No! I…I like your flowers! I love them! They are…they are beautiful! Aren’t they?” She turned to him, looking at his eyes, using her whole power to shout out and showing him as bright a smile as possible, though it must be ugly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Really?” He smiled again, showing his pleasure apparently. He then stooped down, staring at her. Some petals were flowing out from his right eye.

<p class="MsoNormal">At the next moment, she felt an extremely pain from her heart, as something was growing roots inside her heart and was trying to burgeon out from it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So please, be my flower.” <ac_metadata title="Spring The Gardener (Revised &amp; unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>