The roses
"Rosa had always loved living on her own. She had a small apartment in the city, and she enjoyed spending her evenings reading books and watching movies.
But one night, when she was ready for bed, she noticed something strange. There was a single rose on her pillow. It was a beautiful pink rose, but Rosa couldn't figure how it had arrived there.
She checked the windows and doors, but everything was locked. There was no sign of anyone, and everything was in its place. Rosa tried to shake off the feeling of uneasiness that she had in her stomach, but she couldn't ignore the strange occurrence. She put the rose in a vase and tried to forget it.
But the next night, when she came home from work, there was another rose on her pillow. This time, it was a deep red colour. She checked the apartment thoroughly over and over again, but no one else was there.
As the nights went by, more roses kept appearing. Each one was a different colour. Rosa started to feel like she was going crazy. "