The sun shone brightly in the woods on a lone young lady named Christa lost in the woods as she made her way through the maze of vines and trees. This young lady was 21 years old, with an athletic figure wearing only a short pair of shorts, a short tank top exposing her tight tummy and tied in the middle fully expressing her curves. She also wore a little pair of shoes. "Where's the exit" she expressed as trying to see a sign saying next exit 1 km. She became lost as her bike blew out a tire in the woods and she chained it up on the road and knew that the town was south through the woods so she went for help. Now she got lost through the thickets and blocked routes. She was about 6 miles from her destination and heading in the wrong direction. As she walked it became clear to her that it was about mid afternoon as the sun shone overhead and it was quite hot. As slowly as she walked she was constantly looking around, and suddenly she stopped. "What the..." she asked herself as she looked through I small pass and the sun shone brightly as to make it appear to be mystical, or even magical. As she turned and faced it she felt a power building inside her as to approach this site as to explore it. As she looked down there was almost a beaten path and it lead to a clearing and as she approached the light got brighter, and brighter.

Then as she entered the clearing the light faded and she was standing in the midst of a large garden with many flowers and stone statues. Many of the statues were covered in vines, and thorns. She studied them carefully and noticed the terrified looks on some of their faces, and also the odd positions they were in; the sculptor must of had a strange fascination with struggle. She also observed that there were more women than men in this garden. So she also took into account the artist's fascination with women; unfortunately she was about to learn the terrifying truth to the garden's history. She marveled at the fact that the artist was not only mad but yet very talented in these creations because they looked so real and life like. She walked around the garden, which was quite vast, there must have been upwards of 100 statues in the garden. She also noted that the different styles of clothing as if the centurie's were captured and displayed here.

She came to a spot that seemed empty yet to her surprise it looked as though a statue belonged there. She walked to this spot, when she quickly learned that it had been a big mistake. She felt herself drop 4 inches down, and when she tried to move again her feet didn't respond; it was as like they weren't even there. She looked down to see what was the matter with them. As to horror she saw that they were gone, sunk in to the earth. "What in the hell is this nonsense?" she questioned herself as to know the answer but she didn't. She struggled to get free, she wanted to get her ankles up out of the ground but were glued firmly in place by some sort of mud-like substance.

After what seemed like days she tired to free herself, but only 2 hours had passed. She jumped and wriggled about trying desperately to get herself out of the mud. "Come on, get out of there," she cursed at her ankles. She could no longer feel them or sense that her feet or her ankles were even there; it was like they had been injected with freezing agent for an operation or such. But what scared her the most was that the feeling kept slowly rising. She reached down and tugged on her legs to get them free; now panic was setting in. She would try get her ankle out and it would lift a little yet still be held tight by the glue, and she would tug and tug again until she got tired and her ankle began to hurt too much. Then she would try with the other, to the same useless result. She continued anyway as she cursed under her breath while sweat beaded  her forehead and dripped on the ground.  Much to her surprise the lush tanned color of her legs was turning slowly into a dark grey. "What?... This isn't good!" she gasped as she began to tug harder. Her arms began to get tired as her legs didn't budge, even her ankles weren't coming out of the mud any more. She moved her hands up away from her legs as they turned grey, to keep from getting her hands stuck too. She kept tugging. Her throat was dry, her skin hot and red, yet she continued to struggle against bad odds. Her lower legs could no longer be moved and she quickly grew tired of this. She continued try to make her rock legs move over and fall over, yet it didn't work. She just became more tired. Tugging again, hoping to pull out the stone limbs that were now her lower legs had no effect, nothing; they wouldn't even budge. She looked up to see birds flying over head and the sun warmly smiling down on her, as if to wish her farewell. She held her arms up to the sky, appealing to the sun to pull her out with its warm embrace. She remained in this state of shock and the feeling of fear sweeping through her while the stone curse  it found her way up to her knees. Christa quickly looked at the other statues and then to her legs, or rather what was left of them, and the let out a fearful cry which sent the birds flying away. "NO!!!! This can't happen!" she cried out as tears rolled down her cheeks. "No... Please... Someone help me" she keened, putting her hand on her forehead and sobbing quietly to herself.  She was losing the battle with fear and quickly becoming panicky. Her thighs were becoming immobilized as her bones, muscles, tendons, all were fused into solid stone. It was about 5 o'clock and Christa still sobbed to herself as she thought of her short remaining life and how this would make her a prisoner against her will; she felt so violated.

She tried to reach the other statues to give her some leverage, yet she couldn't get close to one. She felt so helpless and angry at herself for her curious nature. She also knew what happened to the cat, and she did not believe it but it was now coming true to her now. She kept trying to pull herself over or even out of the trap, but with no success. She looked down at her waist as her tummy was consumed by the stone, she also looked down at her legs which were now gone forever. As she gave up and watched her slow demise she noticed that when the stone got to her chest it didn't make her lungs nor her heart into stone, but her breathing became shallow and hard. She tried moving her chest back in forth and watched as her boobs sway back in forth until the inevitable. She watched as her cushiony softness became rock hard and then she noticed that her nipples were erect; she thought "How great, people who see me are going to see that" and she let out a little chuckle even though she knew it wasn't funny.  She raised her arm above her head in hopes someone would pull her out and she watched the sun set, her last sunset of her life. As the stone encased her neck, her head wouldn't move any more and she felt her fingers stiffening too as they spread out.  Her mouth was wide open as if to scream yet the only thing that came out was a faint "good b....." and then her face was frozen into stone. It worked her way up her arms as she waved them frantically and she could no longer breathe yet she felt her heart stop, then her lungs turned to stone as her sprit left her body as the tips of her wide spread fingers turned to that ugly color of grey. As her sprit left her body she saw little cute birds perched on her fingers and tuck their heads under there wings to sleep. As a light shone on her from above she went to it, the sun set and the birds went down for their sleep. Christa had found out the stone curse, that is the Rock Garden.
 

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