The sun had just set, and the still air was slightly frightening. Len was following his sister, Rin, to a place she called her 'secret garden'. He had tried to convince his sister that they shouldn't go out at night, especially with a murderer on the loose.
"We're here!" Rin exclaimed, slowly opening a rotting, old, wooden gate. She motioned for her brother to go before her, and then shut the gate behind her.
The smell of decaying flesh hit Len like a punch in the face. Casting his eyes across the 'garden', he resisted the urge to throw up. When he thought of a garden, he thought of flowers and orange trees, not this. Taking unsteady steps towards the gate, he tripped over a thick uprooted root. A sick squelching sound came from under him and he realised he had fallen on one of the 'flowers'.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his arm, and as he turned his head, he saw a pair of secateurs pinned in his arm. Painfully, he tried to pull himself up, only for a can of pesticide to spray him in the face. Crying in pain, everything started to go black, and the last thing he heard was the giggling of his sister.
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