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A Cycle
Ominously, they sat there, perfect and pristine, was a tall vase full of flowers. These flowers have been passed around from every family member, and every person you could imagine. The story starts off with it just appearing out of nowhere, and it ending up everywhere. They sit there looking like normal flowers but they aren’t just normal flowers. The flowers are fake, made to appeal to the eye of anyone who sees them. When you see these flowers you would think of cemeteries, the realness of how fake they are but how real they could look at times. Or how they would work great as a perfect centerpiece to a piece of furniture. But this vase of flowers belong firstly nowhere in a house.
It all started at a cemetery, a family tomb to be exact. They were first purchased by the grandson of the grandparents that were laid to rest in there. The grandson loved his grandparents; he bought the vase and flowers to make him remember the good memories instead of the bad and most of all evil. Considering that was his main point of getting the set, like karma himself was reading his thoughts, the evil went into that vase and made it irresistible to the human eye, but not just to any human, only any human that was related to the grandson and grandparents. That’s when all hell broke loose.