Roses
Cole, tired but hungry, drooped down the stairs to the kitchen. The tile, cold and firm, pressed against his bare feet. His stomach grumbling, he headed towards the pantry and got some snacks, hoping to not make a mess while watching TV. Wrapped in a blanket, warm and fuzzy, he lied down on the couch, opening his bag of chips, and groaning after the chips spilled out of the bag. As he started picking up the chips from the carpet, he heard his favorite song coming from his phone. Somebody was calling him.
It was his mother, once again explaining what he couldn't do while they were out of town. She started to explain why he needed to go to bed early, "It's healthy," and that he needed to brush his teeth. His mother should have known from experiences prior to this night that he wasn't going to do what she instructed him to do. He was always found in some sort of weird position on the couch, chips all over the floor.
He groaned, knowing that they will be back at 2 AM and that he won't even do anything while they will be out of town. He laughed at the show he was watching, but became agitated as he was getting a call once again at 10 PM. Believing it was his mother, he answered in an annoyed tone, regretting it later.
"I am in your town. Do you want roses?" a voice said, whispering.
"No thanks buddy," Cole replied, thinking it was a prank call. Confused, he looked at the number, wanting to know which of his friends was calling him. To his surprise, there was no number. It just said, "No Number Available." Shrugging it off, he threw his phone on the other end of the couch.
Two hours went by of him laughing and shoveling down food when he got another call. Irritated, he answered the phone once again and asked what they wanted.
"I am in your neighborhood. Do you want roses?" The same person from before called again. Astonished and not expecting to get another call, he stood up and tried to call them back, but to no avail. Were they going to continue calling? It was only two minutes later when he got another call.
"I am on your front porch. Do you want roses?" Hurriedly, Cole hung up, terrified. Who was this? He threw his phone on the couch once again and went to the kitchen.
Pouring himself a bowl of chips, he became paranoid, and he looked around his house looking if anyone was there. His heart was beating fast and loud. All he heard was his foot tapping on the chips spilling out of the bag and into the bowl. As he was about to leave the kitchen, he got startled when the house phone rang. Relieved, Cole picked up believing that it must have been his parents.
"I am right next to you. Do you want roses?"
Cole's parents were only slightly drunk from the beverages at the party when they arrived home. Expecting to see their son asleep on the couch, they were surprised when they saw that the TV was turned off. The father took off his shoes and locked the front door.
"John, do you smell that?" the mother asked, sniffing the air and smelling the odd stench wavering through the air. Heading towards the kitchen, she felt the damp carpet underneath here.
"John, can you come over here?" she asked, her voice quivering. As her husband neared here, her pale arm stretched out and pointed to their son on the cold floor. Cole, mutilated in horrendous ways, was covered in scattered rose petals. Seeing the bloody footsteps leading upstairs, the father called the police at once. The mother just stood still, looking at a very peculiar thing on her son. There was a small business card on his chest. The mother, astounded, did not know what this card meant.
Do you want roses?
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