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Don't you dare!
Eleanor cordially greeted her neighbor Christie, who had just arrived from the flower shop where she had spent part of the morning looking for new cuttings to plant; she had chosen some cuttings resistant to low temperatures; for winter.
Christie had a beautiful garden, which she had made blossom with hard work and dedication for years. She chose where she would place the cuttings; she mulched the soil, dug a hole, and planted them carefully. She covered the hole and watered the area.
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After noon, having finished her work, she decided to prepare something to eat, and as always, she decided to have lunch in the garden surrounded by her beautiful roses.
Christie rested for a while and then did the housework. Before bedtime, she looked at his roses from the window of his room and got ready to sleep.
At dawn, Eleonor noticed with some astonishment that Christie had not watered her roses; it was the first time in 20 years that this had happened. The afternoon came, and Eleonor began to worry because she did not see any movement at Christie's house, so she took the courage to call the police.
The police and paramedics present at the scene found the lifeless body of Christie; apparently, she had died of a heart attack. Months after the event, Christie's only son decided to sell the house.
The new owner Fred loved his new house. Regardless he was not satisfied with the garden and decided to modify it; he planned to replace it and instead locate a barbecue grill to prepare barbecue, a minibar, and a game table.
_ Yes, I will transform this garden into my leisure space.
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Fred had not finished saying those words when he felt a slight tremor. He entered the house showing little importance to what happened.
He began to unpack, and a couple of hours later, tiredness began to take over him; he lay down on the armchair for a little nap; he was starting to doze off; when a penetrating smell of roses got into his nostrils producing him sneeze repeatedly.
_ Hell, I'll have to find the medicines before the allergy gets more threatening.
He got up angrily from the armchair; he had a strange feeling that someone was watching him; there was a heavy atmosphere in the environment.
_ It must be a figment of my imagination. I'm tired, and that disgusting smell of roses has me dizzy and nauseous.
He remembered leaving the medicine box on the second floor. He ascended the stairs when a more powerful tremor occurred; he began missteps, lost his balance, and in order not to fall, groped with his hands for the railing placing his dominant hand on it. He felt like the palm of his hand was torn, withdrawing it on the spot and losing his balance completely; his body began to roll down the stairs.
Fred sat up as he could, blood was pouring out of his hand, and with amazement, he observed that he had many thorns nailed. Confused by the situation, he decided to leave the house.
As he placed his healthy hand on the doorknob, a vine of thorns emerged from the latch and began to slide rapidly over his entire arm, exerting a suffocating pressure. Fred became desperate; fear seized him, that pain was unbearable, and he needed to free himself; he began to knock on the door to open it.
He looked around in search of some sharp object to free himself, but his stunning eyes managed to see hundreds of flaming petals falling all over the house; the first petal fell on his forehead, burning his skin.
In despair, Fred began to turn his head from side to side to prevent his face from burning.
At that instant, a spectral figure made its way through the petals, heading towards Fred, who closed his eyes in terror. A woman's voice let itself be preceded by a terrifying echo.
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_ I will not allow your hands to destroy my garden.
The liveliness surrounded by hundreds of thorny vines resembling tentacles was face to face with Fred, who could feel his closeness, opened his eyes, and a look full of fury met his.
_ This is my house, and I will do as I please; no one will stop me! Stuttered Fred.
_ Take it back if you don't want to pay the consequences." I reprove the heated voice of the specter. Who began to rise, extending his arms in the direction of Fred.
Fred tried to free his arm, he shook his body against the door, but his attempts were in vain; disappointed at the impossibility of achieving it, he dropped to the floor.
_ I'll never take it back. I'm not afraid of you.
The specter began to turn his hands, a swirl of thorns suspended in the air emerging around him; then he unsheathed his hands in Fred's direction, and the swarm of thorns headed at high speed towards his target.
Confronted with his imminent death, he protected his face against the door.
_ No, no, don't kill me, please." I'm leaving this house, keep your garden, keep everything.
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The thorns stopped in their tracks, falling to the floor. The vines disappeared from Fred's arm, and the door opened wide.
Crawling and without looking back, Fred managed to get in his car, driving at high speed to leave that scary place behind.
Christie's specter headed to her beloved garden, taking one last look at her roses. She went right to where she had planted the cuttings, and she began to descend until his figure blurred among the earth that he had worked so hard and dedicated in life.
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Spanish version
隆No te atrevas!
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Christie ten铆a un hermoso jard铆n, el cual hab铆a hecho prosperar con ahinc贸 y dedicaci贸n durante a帽os. Habiendo elegido el lugar donde colocar铆a los esquejes, abono la tierra, cavo un hoyo y sembr贸 los esquejes, cuidando que las hojas no quedaran bajo tierra. Tapo el hoyo y reg贸 la zona.
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Pasadas las 12 del mediod铆a, ya terminada su labor decidi贸 prepararse algo de comer, como siempre decidi贸 almorzar en el jard铆n rodeada de sus hermosas rosas.
Christie repos贸 un rato para luego hacer las labores del hogar. Antes de irse a dormir dio un vistazo a sus rosas desde la ventana de su cuarto y se dispuso a dormir.
La ma帽ana siguiente Eleonor noto con algo de asombro que Christie no hab铆a regado sus rosas; era la primera vez en veinte a帽os que esto suced铆a. Lleg贸 la tarde y Eleonor comenz贸 a preocuparse pues no ve铆a ning煤n movimiento en casa de Christie, por lo que se tomo el atrevimiento de llamar a la polic铆a.
La polic铆a y los param茅dicos presentes en el lugar hallaron el cuerpo sin vida de Christie quien al parecer hab铆a fallecido de un infarto. Meses despu茅s del suceso, Christopher el 煤nico hijo de Christie tomo la decisi贸n de vender la casa.
Al nuevo propietario Fred le encantaba su nueva casa, sin embargo no estaba conforme con el jard铆n y decidi贸 hacerle una modificaci贸n; pensaba sustituir el jard铆n y en su lugar ubicar una parrillera para preparar barbacoa, un mini bar y tambi茅n colocar una mesa de juegos.
_ Si, definitivamente transformare este jard铆n en mi espacio de esparcimiento.
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Fred no hab铆a terminado de decir esas palabras cuando sinti贸 un leve temblor. Entr贸 a la casa dando poca importancia a lo sucedido.
Comenz贸 a desempacar, un par de horas despu茅s, el sue帽o comenz贸 a apoderarse de 茅l, se tendi贸 en el sill贸n para una peque帽a siesta; comenzaba a adormitarse; cuando un penetrante olor a rosas se le meti贸 por las fosas nasales y comenz贸 a estornudar.
_ Demonios tendr茅 que buscar el antial茅rgico, antes de que la alergia empeore.
Se levant贸 con enfado del sill贸n, y tuvo la extra帽a sensaci贸n de que alguien le observaba, hab铆a un ambiente pesado en el ambiente.
_ Debe ser producto de mi imaginaci贸n, estoy cansado, y ese asqueroso olor a rosas me tiene mareado y nauseabundo.
Record贸 haber dejado la caja de las medicinas en la segunda planta. Subiendo las escaleras, un temblor m谩s fuerte se produjo, comenz贸 a trastabillar, perdi贸 el equilibrio y para no caerse busco a tientas con sus manos el barandal, al posar su mano dominante sobre este, sinti贸 como la palma de su mano se desgarraba, retir谩ndola en el acto y perdiendo del todo el equilibrio, su cuerpo empez贸 a rodar escaleras abajo.
Como pudo Fred se incorporo, de su mano brotaba sangre y con asombro observo que tenia clavadas muchas espinas. Confuso ante la situaci贸n decidi贸 salir de la casa.
Al colocar su mano sana sobre el pomo de la puerta una enredadera de espinas surgi贸 del pestillo y empez贸 a deslizarse r谩pidamente sobre todo su brazo, ejerciendo una presi贸n asfixiante. Fred se desesper贸, el miedo se apoder贸 de 茅l, no soportaba el dolor, necesitaba liberarse, comenz贸 a dar golpes a la puerta intentando abrirla.
Ve铆a a su alrededor en busca de alg煤n objeto filoso para liberarse, pero lo que lograron ver sus at贸nitos ojos fueron cientos de p茅talos llameantes caer por toda la casa, el primer p茅talo cay贸 sobre su frente, quem谩ndole la piel.
Desesperado Fred comenz贸 a girar la cabeza de un lado a otro para evitar que su rostro se quemara.
En ese instante, una figura espectral se abri贸 paso entre los p茅talos, dirigi茅ndose hacia Fred, quien cerr贸 los ojos aterrado. La voz de una mujer se dejo o铆r precedida de un eco aterrador.
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_ No permitir茅 que tus manos destruyan mi jard铆n.
El cuerpo del espectro rodeado por cientos de enredaderas espinosas que asemejaban uno tent谩culos se hallaba cara a cara con Fred, quien pod铆a sentir su cercan铆a, abri贸 los ojos y una mirada llena de furia se topo con la suya.
_ 隆Esta es mi casa y hare lo que me plazca, nadie me lo impedir谩!, balbuci贸 Fred.
_ Retr谩ctate o pagaras las consecuencias. Le increpo la voz enardecida del espectro. Quien comenz贸 a elevarse, extendiendo sus brazos, en direcci贸n a Fred.
Fred intentando liberar su brazo, sacud铆a su cuerpo contra la puerta, pero sus intentos eran en vano, frustrado ante la imposibilidad de lograrlo, se dejo caer al piso.
_ No me retractare jam谩s. No te tengo miedo.
El espectro comenz贸 a girar sus manos, emergiendo a su alrededor un remolino de espinas suspendido en el aire; acto seguido desenfundo sus manos en la direcci贸n de Fred y el enjambre de espinas se dirigi贸 a gran velocidad hacia su objetivo.
Fred aterrorizado, ante su inminente muerte, se protegi贸 el rostro contra la puerta.
_ No, no, no me mates, por favor. Me ir茅 de esta casa, qu茅date con tu jard铆n, qu茅date con todo.
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Las espinas se detuvieron en seco, cayendo al piso. Las enredaderas que ataban el brazo de Fred desaparecieron y la puerta se abri贸 de par en par.
Arrastr谩ndose y sin mirar atr谩s Fred logro montarse en su autom贸vil, conduciendo a gran velocidad para dejar atr谩s aquel lugar aterrador.
El espectro de Christie se dirigi贸 a su amado jard铆n, echando un 煤ltimo vistazo a sus rosas. En el lugar donde hab铆a sembrado sus 煤ltimos esquejes comenz贸 a descender poco a poco hasta que su figura se difumino entre la tierra que con tanto ahinc贸 y dedicaci贸n hab铆a labrado en vida.
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