Sunruined: Horror Stories Read Online Free

night.
    “Shit,” Thing One said.
    “Fuck,” Thing Two said.
    Nie didn’t say anything.
    She could only gape in amazement as the June tree bloomed.
    The overall color of it seemed to lighten until it reached the color of pale skin.
    “Jesus, we’ve gotta stop that sound,” Thing One said.
    The top of the tree softened, became a waterfall of dark hair spilling over the intersection of the horizontal branches.
    “Take the boy’s shirt off,” Thing One said.
    Thing Two began stripping Chris’s shirt off.
    Nie watched the tree as it slowly became a human female, emerging from the dirt at mid-thigh. Frantic eyes stared at Nie, shooting around in their sockets. The screaming knothole became a screaming mouth. Farther down, two rough places of bark became nipples. The tree brought her limbs down, covering her breasts and her sex, only the limbs were now arms.
    Thing Two approached the tree and jammed Chris’s shirt into her mouth, tying the arms of the shirt behind her head.
    “All right, now take off his pants and put them over her head. Makes me nervous to look at her,” Thing One said. Then he pointed the gun at Nie. “All right. You better get to diggin.”
    Nie put the pot down and pulled the shovel out. Again she thought about taking it across Thing One’s head and remembered what they had said earlier. She had no doubt that killing her wouldn’t be the only thing they did. Fucking creeps.
    She put the point of the shovel in the dirt about a foot out from the base of the tree and drove it in with the bottom of her foot, suddenly glad she had opted for the Doc Martens rather than the six-inch heels.
    As the shovel bit down in the soil, the tree doubled over, thrashing in pain, the pants sliding from her head. A geyser of blood shot up, spraying Nie’s face.
    She dropped the shovel and turned away from the tree, falling to her knees and vomiting.
    “Shit,” Thing One said. “We need to hurry.”
    Nie curled up on the ground, shivering in the cold fog.
    “Fucking useless cunt,” she heard Thing One say.
    She couldn’t bear to look at what was happening. She heard the shovel punch into the fleshy earth.
    “Now we’re gonna put him in her place, right?” Thing Two said.
    “Yep. Take his legs off at the knee and put the stumps in the pot. She’s losing a lot of blood.”
    Nie heard the thwakking of what had to be the shovel coming down on Chris’s legs.
    “Jesus, man, use your fucking knife,” Thing One said.
    Nie lay there and tried to concentrate on the sound the wind made as it rustled through the woods because if she didn’t concentrate on that then the only thing she could hear were the muffled cries of the June tree and the squelching sound Chris’s body made as they put him into the earth.
    This was a far cry from Donna’s Halloween party. She shouldn’t have listened to Chris. She should have just walked back to town by herself. But Chris was gone now. She couldn’t blame Chris.
    One of the twins dusted off his hands like someone who’d just planted a garden of petunias and said, “Well, that’s it. Get yer tits up here, missy. We’re ready.”
    Nie brought herself to her feet with a faint glimmer of hope.
    Maybe, now that they’ve got what they came for, they’ll let me go.
    Or maybe they’re saving you for something else.
    If it came to that, she would force them to use the gun.
    Thing One held the pot containing the June tree, slanted haphazardly from within. When Nie looked at it, the first thing she thought of was that the tree had wilted. Her arms hung down by her sides. Her breasts appeared more pendulous. Her hair hung lank around her face.
    Where the June tree had once stood, Chris was now buried to just beneath his shrunken penis. He was bent over from the waist, his face in the dirt. Nie figured he was wilted, too.
    “She don’t look too good,” Thing One said while studying the June tree. “We need to hurry up and get that soil.”
    He started back along the