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Early in the morning on a Sunday, the breeze was cool, and it was silent. Not very many people would want to disturb a day like this unless they had to. The people were always so gentle with the gardens near by their homes, and every so often, there would be a blood red rose that would bloom on a white rose bush. No one could understand why. Not even the gardeners that worked their. My uncle is one of the gardeners for that one garden. He told me once that there was a young girl, Summer Lynne, who died in that garden, and she sometimes comes out to seek the one person who she could hurt, badly. At one point, I could hear a faint cry coming from that garden, since, I live next door to it with my uncle, Ben. When I was younger, I went into the garden with out my uncle knowing, to see what I was hearing, and I seen a young girl, blonde hair, and a dainty little dress on... with red spots. "Hello?" I said as I walked closer to her. She glanced up and I seen what she looked like. I was so surprised, I didn't think that she would be so pale, yet, so beautiful. So I kept walking closer until she stood up. She wasn't much than I was at the time, and we both looked like we could be brother and sister.

"Oh?" She said. "Who are you..." "Umm... Heh...I'm Eric" I said shyly "My uncle said that there was some sort of ghost that lives in this garden... and I wanted to see if he was telling the truth. Apparently there's one flower on the rose bush in front of you that blooms...." I trailed off because I seen the rose, the blood red rose... In her hands. "Ghost? Ghost?!" She said angrily "You must be joking. For I know this ghost. She is the one who has been giving that bush the blood red rose because she was the one to die there, where the bush is." She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way... okay? I was just curious... I guess... Wait... Why do you have the red rose in your hand?" I asked the girl. "Never mind that, I didn't introduce myself properly. I'm Summer Rose Lynne, I'm not the best with plants, so when ever I see a rose, at least a day later, it'll turn a different color like this one... Sadly... It's a curse for my family. Where is your uncle anyways, should he be weeding the garden for my family?" "Oh, my uncle? Ben you mean? I don't know... He wasn't home when I came out, and he left the house long before I woke up this morning, so I haven't spoken a word to him yet, today. He should be over here, or at one of the other gardens near by, but I checked them already, so there's no telling where my uncle's at now."