The Wild Rose is a scary urban legend about a girl named Elisa Day (or Eliza Day) who was murdered by her boyfriend many years ago. The story inspired the Nick Cave song “Where the Wild Roses Grow”.
Many years ago, in Ireland, there was a young woman named Elisa Day. People called her The Wild Rose because they said she was as beautiful as the wild roses that grew down by the river, all bloody and red.
One day, a young man came into town and from the first moment he set eyes on Elisa Day, he knew she was the one. He went to her house, knocked on her door and introduced himself. He took her in his arms and kissed her ruby red lips.
On the second day, the young man came back. He brought her a single red rose and told her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He asked her to meet him down by the river where the wild roses grew so sweet and scarlet and free.
On the third day, he took her down to the river. She stood on the bank and gazed silently into the water. The man kissed her lips one last time. Then he waited until her back was turned and beat her to death with a rock in his hand. As he killed her, he whispered, “All beauty must die…”
He placed a rose between her teeth, and slid her body into the river and she slowly disappeared beneath the clear, calm surface. Her body was never found and over the years, her real name was forgotten. She was just referred to as The Wild Rose.
Many people claim to have seen her ghost wandering along the banks of the river, where the wild roses grow. Her head is bashed in and blood is running down her face. They say she clutches a single rose in her hand.
kisses her on the first day, mister, slow down
“He knew she was the one.”
Then why’d he kill her if she was his lover.
Who the …. lets a stranger introduce themself then KISS THEM??? That’s honestly idiocracy right there. Has nobody told them about the DANGER OF A STRANGER???