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begins to surround their house. They try to escape. The
grass grabs and their legs and they run back to the
house just in time. The lock all of the windows and
doors praying to god that they will hold out. They stay
trapped inside for days. Days turn into weeks and their
food supply runs out. They can't call for help as the
grass has cut all of the phone cords. The hunger
eventually gets to them. They can't take it anymore.
They open the door. The grass floods into their house
and penetrates every hole in their body. They are now
touching the grass. They now are the grass. Their
family begins to get worried as they haven't contacted
them in weeks. Their family drives up to their house.
The cry out in horror and they see their rotting loved
one hung up by the grass as a warning. The grass
surrounds the car. They then touch the grass too. They
are the grass.