There is no such thing as night there you know. The sun is always shining brightly.

No. There isn't any day. The moon watches every move you make.

The flowers there never wilt, and grow in impossible colors.

The thorns stretch over every inch of the ground, scratching and scaring your arms and legs.

Well... You know, they say that there was a murder there.

The scene was covered in blood, but they never cleaned it up. Nobody could stand the smell long enough to go near it.

The poor girl's body still lays there, in the flowers. They say her ghost wanders around the garden, trying to keep everyone away.

Because the killer was never caught.