Gregory and Alissa always walked their cute little beagle, Sadie, near their home. The trail they frequented was picturesque, lined with trees, vibrant flower bushes, and a serene lake in the middle, filled with koi and other beautiful fish.
One day, while out on their usual stroll, they bumped into a peculiar little old man. He was carrying a rusty bucket filled with odd-looking plants. As they passed by, the man accidentally dropped the bucket, spilling its contents along the shoreline. Gregory bent down to help him, but the man swatted at his hand and shouted something harshly, perhaps in Dutch or German. Startled, Gregory stumbled backward into Alissa, knocking her over and pulling Sadie into the mess of plants. They all ended up laughing, but the old man, still fuming, quickly scooped the remaining plants into his bucket, shook his fist at them, and stomped away along the lake’s edge.
While helping Alissa to her feet, Gregory noticed the man had left one plant behind. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand. It was small, but pulsing with a strange vitality as if it were growing right then and there. He showed it to Alissa.
“We should find him,” she said, “and give it back.”
They followed the man’s trail around the lake, but he was nowhere to be found. With no other option, Gregory tucked the little plant into his satchel, and they returned home.
As soon as they got back, Gregory planted the mysterious seedling in a clay pot, gave it some water, and placed it outside on the porch in the sun.
The next morning, just as they were leaving for work, Alissa paused in disbelief.
“Greg… look!”
The plant had grown to nearly twice its size overnight. They marveled at it, shocked and intrigued, but soon realized they were running late. After a quick kiss, they hurried out the door.
That evening, Alissa let Sadie out into the backyard to play. As Sadie trotted around, she sniffed the plant, and Alissa gasped. It had doubled again in size since the morning, now reaching up toward the porch trellis. She shooed Sadie away from it, laughing nervously. When Gregory got home, he found the two of them wrestling in the grass. He picked up her tennis ball to throw it but paused.
The plant was growing, in real time.
“Alissa!” he shouted. She came running, Sadie barking behind her, and all three froze. Thick vines were creeping up the trellis and inching toward where they stood.
Terrified, they rushed inside and watched through the glass door as the plant continued to spread.
Gregory fumbled for his phone and called their gardener, Timothy. In a panicked frenzy, he shouted into the phone, telling him everything, about the old man, the spilled plants, and the out-of-control growth in their backyard. Timothy, skeptical but intrigued, promised to stop by after work.
When Tim arrived that evening, his disbelief vanished. The plant was, indeed, creeping across the trellis, all from that little pot on the ground.
“This… this shouldn’t be possible,” Tim muttered. He bent down and carefully severed a vine from the main stalk.
“I’ll take this to a friend at the nursery, might help us figure out what it is.”
Gregory nodded, and after watching Tim drive off, he and Alissa tried to settle into their night, though the late-summer air clung heavy with unease. The vines still hung overhead like long green fingers.
Days passed. Tim couldn’t identify the plant and hadn’t phoned back. The vines slowed but didn’t stop, creeping slowly along the porch railings. What concerned Alissa more was Sadie.
The morning after Tim’s visit, Sadie had been found chewing on one of the plant’s fallen leaves. Alarmed, Alissa rushed her to the vet. The veterinarian told them not to worry, Sadie would be fine.
But that night Sadie began drinking water excessively.
“She’s probably just hot,” Gregory suggested.
The next day, Sadie refused to eat.
On the second day with no word from Tim, the vines began growing again, quicker this time, crawling up the porch supports and onto the roof edge.
And then everything unraveled.
Late one night, Alissa awoke to a strange sound coming from their hallway, wet, slithering, and unrelenting. She tiptoed out of the bedroom and screamed.
Sadie stood in the middle of the hall, unmoving. Thick green vines writhed out of her eyes, her mouth, even her legs. Her soft brown coat was matted with sap and tendrils. Her tail had fused with the floor.
Gregory came running, his breath frozen in his chest. Cracks spread across the walls. Vines burst through their baseboards and windows, and across the street, they saw them too. The entire neighborhood was being devoured.
By dawn, the whole block was wrapped in green. Houses, fences, playgrounds, even the cars… gone beneath thick carpets of lush, predatory growth.
By the time Tim finally identified what the plant was, or what it resembled, it was far too late. The species didn’t exist in any known botany records. Some kind of parasitic hybrid, it used organic matter, any organic matter, as fertilizer.
Even now, the vines remain.
No pets are allowed in that neighborhood anymore. No children play in the yards. People speak in low voices about what happened. About the dogs and cats that vanished. About the houses that now stand silent, leafy mounds in the distance.
Some believe the plant still grows in other places. Quietly, feeding. Waiting.
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