The Plant
Beneath my window, a red plant grew. Its roots writhed like tentacles, its leaves trembled with greedy breath. At night, it whispered softly, until one day it devoured my cat. In terror, I cut it down. But now scarlet vines invade my walls, the voice calls my name. I fear it.
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