There once was an old woman who possessed a remarkable “green thumb.” Flowers bloomed, trees bore fruit, the grass was always green on her small half an acre lot…. and yet the land that surrounded her oasis was barren, dry and void of life. The only interruption in the landscape was the lifeless and cumbersome machinery poised to devour the small Eden she had tenderly cared for.
The man who spearheaded the conspiracy, had many times been dismissed. In his gluttony, he conceived a plan to torture the woman by detaching a part her anatomy each time she denied him access to her property. The intent was not to kill, but to terrify.
The first surprise encounter resulted in the loss of a thumb.
When the ambulance arrived to hasten the woman to the hospital for medical treatment, they found her drenched in blood still tending her garden amidst her great pain. Sadly, the woman died en route to the hospital.
While the villain in this evil ambush remained anxious about the woman’s death, the glee in his victory absorbed any thoughts of humanity he had left.
As he surveyed his newly acquired property, he became aware of a sound. A familiar mumbling, a quiet sing song voice of adoration. As he moved into the garden he found her… busily tending to herself in the garden. “You see” she said “Everything I touch grows…. even me ……..”
Adapted from a story first shown on the television series The Night Gallery, to read the original story, Green Fingers, which is so much better, by RC Cook go Here
Beware it’s a spooky one!
To view the Night Gallery Episode go HERE
