Well, where to start... ah! One night in the year of 1923 a boy had just died, no one knows why though. Well anyway, a little boy, about 8 or so, who went to his school had heard that he died. He visited his grave.
"I know you may not know me but I heard you died and thought I should pay you a visit. Also I thought I should wish you luck in heaven." he said in a hushed tone. He had brought a bundle of flowers he picked by the park. "I picked you some flowers from the park!" he smiled and smelt the flowers, "They smell AWESOME!"
There was silence. A hand grabbed his arm! "Did you smell the flowers?" an unfriendly voice replied.
"W-well... yes!?" he was pulled under! It turns out the flowers killed the boy... so he uses that as an excuse to pull you under and use you as feed!
People say that if you go to the grave in Missouri, you can still hear them say, " Don't take your chances with the flowers! He-He!" in a laughing tone.