the roses were turning up beautifully, she has to admit ( even though their reason of existence was far too monstruous for lucille’s liking ), constance did a great job at hiding the bodies in the garden, who would suspect that beneath the crimson petals were the anti-christ's first victims ? the redhead sighs, glancing wishfully at the garden on the neighbouring house —— with ms. langdon’s choice of trapping her own soul in the house, who would tend for her garden now ? such a shame it was, as time went by, for, like everything else, all pretty things must wither and decay in the end.
tending for the murder house’s own gardern, mrs. rutger basked in the summer breeze —— her boys, troy and bryan, were busy playing in the back with vivien and her baby, which granted the former housewife some time to think over the recent events. if the hell spawn had been raised by constance and truly was on the loose now, it wouldn’t take long till the end of times would start. well, at least that is what it used to say on the bible, right ? the apocalypse and all that jazz ? if so...oh, sweet baby jesus, they were royally fucked. shaking these thoughts away with a forwn, the redhead returned to her work, pruning the roses in an absent minded fashion that denoted decades of practice. eventually, her gaze flickered to a figure of a stranger, a dark haired woman in high heels.
“ ah, excuse me, ma’am ! this is a private property, the haunted tour happens on thursdays, if i’m not mistaken... ” the gardener made her way towards the stranger, tilting her head to the side —— was she one of those weirdos who kept trying to break in the “murder house” ? didn’t quite look like so, they were usually holding their cameras or, these days, their phones, to take as many pictures as possible... “ i mean, if that’s what you’re after…sorry. i’m lucy, lucy rutger, i tend to the garden for the owners...hm, you don’t strike me as a local, did you get lost or something ? ”
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