The Red Rose

              The color Red is the symbol of love. It’s ideal to give your loved one with a red rose on Valentines or your anniversary. Red is also the symbol of hatred.. of blood.



“HONEY WAKE UP. YOU FORGOT IT’S OUR ANNIVERSARY AGAIN!” screamed Maria. I woke up with my ears ringing and I couldn’t understand a single word my wife told me. Such a ruckus when I just woke up huh? “Sorry Hon,” I said. She eventually forgave me though and told me I need to find a way to pay her back or she would leave me. She then stormed through the door marching all the way downstairs. “Ugh. I hope nothing gets worse than this.” I told myself. Suddenly a cold sensation shivered up to my spine. My hair behind my neck stood up. “You promised..” a dark-toned voice told me. I turned around to the window to see nothing there. When I turned back to the door… I saw a ghost… That ghost was.. very disturbing. The ghost was a girl and she was wearing a wedding dress. Her neck was crooked as well as the smile on her face. She had no eyes and blood was overfilling the eye sockets. The sight just made me shriek in fear and cowered under my bed sheets.



A few hours later my wife found me and was shocked to find me under the bed sheets soaked in fresh blood, and red rose petals were scattered on the ground. Later on I was brought to the doctor, and told my wife that I had no injury, but unconscious. He had no clue where the blood came from. I woke up to find myself in a bed with my wife sleeping beside me. My head was aching from all what I saw. The image was burned in my head. I can’t make it disappear from my mind. Actually.. this isn’t the first time it happened to me..



A few months ago, me and Maria moved in to this house for free. Why free? We don’t know as well. We asked the owners of the house if they were sure giving it for free. They just shrugged the question off and told us if we want the house or not. Of course, me and my wife said yes. A free house, what’s the worst it can happen?



We were packing our things inside the house and I heard the door from the attic open. “Uhh hon.. did you just hear that?” I asked. “Hm.. hear what?” my wife replied. My face must have showed a shocked expression, because my wife gave me a concerned look. “Honey what’s wrong?” she asked full of concern. “N-No-Nothing,” I said, trying to retain my posture. She stared at me after that, like the way she always does every time she seems me worried about something. “It’s nothing. It’s probably just the wind. That’s all.” I replied. “Okay.. just make sure you tell me what’s going on okay?” my wife said. I kept silent and my wife took it as the end of our conversation.



As curious as a bee, I checked the attic after my wife fell asleep. It was 9:00PM when I snuck out of bed. I tried all my best to make sure she doesn’t wake up. I soon reached the attic to find it opened. I went inside and it was the most horrible decision I made. As soon as I stepped my foot on the floor I knew something was wrong. The smell was just horrible. I opened my flashlight and looked around. Red rose petals was scattered about, and as I head at the corner of the attic, I found a body of a girl wearing a wedding dress. Terrified by the sight I screamed and ran away to the exit. The door slammed close and I heard a voice behind me. A deep dark rattled tone of an old woman. “You promised.” I turned around just to see the body turn back to life. She was walking towards me and on the way her neck was becoming more and more crooked. She started to grin to me. I haven’t noticed but she had no eyes. Blood was overflowing the eye sockets. I started to claw the door open when I turned back to see her running towards me. I panicked and finally opened the door and slammed it close.



I went downstairs and entered me and my wife’s bedroom to find her sleeping soundly. I was still sweating from what happened, and I’m having trouble believing how my wife isn’t awake from the commotion. I went to bed beside her and slept. I had a nightmare that night how the girl caught me and killed me so I eventually woke up in cold sweat. The next time it happened was when I was looking around the house. I saw a crack in the wall and saw something shining on it. I peeked through the crack just to see nothing but a red rose. I stared for it a little longer when suddenly a face just appeared. It scared me off my flesh and fell to the ground. My wife came after and calmed me down. A few days later me and my wife started to get strange messages like: “You promised, you cheated!, I HATE YOU!” stuff like that. Me and my wife had no clue about this and we would just shrug it off and throw it at the fire.



The next day I went back to work. It was the same as usual. My boss is angry, my friends are busy, the common routine. The only thing is: no one seems to notice me. My friends would usually greet me and my boss would scold me for coming too late. It seemed like I never existed at all. I went back home to find the door opened. I went in cautiously to find the bathroom door opened. I ran inside to find my wife dead in the tub. The tub was overflowing with blood and there were words written in the mirror. It wrote: You promised. I turned around to see the ghost holding a Red Rose. The Red Rose was the last thing I saw before the ghost stabbed me in the stomach and drove it up to my chest, ripping it open..

