The canopy casted an ornate latticework of crawling shadows below, and the Family Man could feel their darkness clinging to his feet like a snaking pit of adumbral vines. They seemed hungry, ravenous even, and the infamous murderer quickly searched his person for any form of nourishment that might help. He didn’t know why, but stuffed in his pockets were organs: Red, ripe viscera that, once h…e discovered them, he somehow knew (as is the case in so many dreams) to plant them into the dirt below his feet. Not one to second guess his intuitions, the notorious killer dug into the ground with his beastly hands and buried the disembodied entrails into the soil. As he did, he watched the shadows coil all around him like angry snakes until, at last, they lunged towards the final resting place of those mysterious innards. Only a few moments passed before he saw the results of his strange gardening–up from the blackened soil, like some kind of beanstalk born from the darkest of seeds, emerged a glorious, foliated, nightmare. Atop it’s stalk, where there would normally be a crown of gaudily colored petals, was the head of a screaming man. And decorating his body, or perhaps more appropriately his “stem,” were branch-like arms from which his organs (presumably those that were, only moments ago, buried) dangled, like a drooping tree filled with rotting fruit. The newly born plant-man filled the night with his strange howls and, as if his screams were derived from some fertile kind of magic, began to summon other shrieking ‘vegetation’ from the earth. Soon the world was an endless garden of wailing mouths, with each one dressed in the crimson pageantry of beautifully dangling hearts, livers and kidneys. It was then that the Family Man was pulled from his nocturnal fantasies, and planted firmly back into the real world.
Jeff Pierce was an aspiring Botany major at Washington State University. He spent much of his days studying exotic flora and working diligently in the university greenhouse. He was known by his peers as somewhat unorthodox, but brilliant, so it was truly a tragedy when the Family Man took up temporary residence in an alley way located just across the street from Jeff’s apartment. It took only a matter of days for the serial killer to execute his attack. And since the attack took place over the weekend, the police did not find Mr. Pierce, or at least a perversion of Mr. Pierce, until the following Monday, when a call was placed reporting a “strange body” in the university greenhouse. Some students claimed to have heard the young man’s screams late the previous Saturday night, but many assumed the strange caterwauling was someone trying to play a prank. Sadly, there was no laughing in the botany department that following week, only whispers of the terrible fate of poor Mr. Pierce, and the horrible way he was made one with the plants he so loved.