Once upon a time in a land far far away there lived a Beautiful young woman named Freya. She loved flowers and greenery more than anything in the world. Behind her house, she tended to a beautiful garden which she would take care first thing after Breakfast. Freya had everything a girl could want. Wealth looks and love. She secretly yearned for one more thing though. She wished everyday that the city would be greener and less dirty. One day, while shopping in the market, at the corner of the street, she saw a stall filled with fresh roses. Roses of all colors. White, pink, red, blue, and even black. She couldn't help but rush to the stall to buy some, but she couldn't find the florist. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I took a few of her flowers... These roses are so beautiful!" she thought. After picking up a few black roses, she put some change on the counter and left with the feeling as if she was carrying some treasure in her arms. On her way she greeted the baker woman whom she was friends with. She showed the beautiful roses and after a chat in the bakery, she came back home. Her husband was already back from work by then. She showed him the beautiful roses. She gave him one to smell and arranged the rest of them in a vase. Mesmerized by their beauty and freshness, she closed her eyes and said, "How I wish this whole city would be filled with flowers! Just me and Flowers and nothing else!" Suddenly the windows opened and a gush of air washed her face. She looked around confused and got up to close the window when she smelt something burning. She closed the window and rushed to the kitchen to see if there was something wrong. But everything seemed fine. "I know you are smoking secretly!" she yelled to her husband in the next room as she chuckled trying to catch him red handed. She entered the room to see two black roses on the bed. She searched for him in the entire house. There was no sign of him. And the Smell of Burning just wouldn't go! She went to her backyard to see if he was there. Her garden was filled with black roses. Shocked at what she saw, she ran back to the room where she had arranged the flowers. The roses seemed as fresh as ever. She left her house to see if her husband was playing tricks with her. The roads seemed empty and quiet. Too quiet. On the road, there were lots of black roses. Realizing what had happened, she tried to find the florist stall she had been to. She couldn't find it. She rushed back to her home hoping that she had seen some nasty hallucination. As she closed the door of her house, she started feeling incredibly thirsty. She drank a whole bottle of water but her thirst didn’t subside. She drank more and more water, but her thirst couldn’t be controlled. And the smell of burning was stronger than ever! With tears streaming down her eyes, she rushed upstairs to her room. She sat down on the bed holding the two black roses, scared, and crying when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her face was darkening. Her hands seemed rough. She looked at them and saw tiny eruptions growing on the skin of her hands and legs. Nervously she looked back into the mirror to see a dark figure standing next her. She turned to her side but there was no one. When she looked back in the mirror, she saw that her face had darkened considerably, close to blackness, and her hands and legs seemed to be merging with the body. Five minutes later, a dark figure entered the house. It picked up one rose from the bed walked to the mirror. In front of it lay one beautiful black rose with one drop of blood on it.
It is said that there is a woman in black who sells roses.
And her roses are the best you'll ever see.
She whispers a warning in your ear before you leave though.
"Be careful what you wish for."