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Hi guys,
As promised, here's the new entry for the scariest story ever written for HALLOWEEN at school.
GUIDELINES:
1)Write your scary story to post on this blog so that everybody can read it.
2) It should be about 150-200 words long.
3)Deadline: Friday 15th, Nov.
4)Click on the link below for vocabulary that will set the mood for your story.
5) And... just have fun!!!!
This story talks about a young business boy, Billy, who travels to Bath to report to the Branch manager there. As he walked through one street he noticed a grimy sign which indicated a “bed and breakfast” was near. He felt like unintelligible something was forcing him to press the bell. A strange woman appeared in front of the door and guided him towards his room in a very suspicious but friendly manner. Once he had settled in, he walked down stairs and signed the guest-book. There were only two names, aside from his, which were familiar to Billy but he didn’t know why.
ReplyDeleteTowards the end of the story Billy, while having tea with the landlady, found out that she used to stuff her guests. There were already a creepy parrot and dog which she had stuffed before and were in the living room. Soon after, Billy started to feel ill maybe because he had been poisoned or simply because he realized he was next.
Ana Vercher Barrachina
So spooky your story! Creepy that was!!
Deletethanks for your contribution, Ana
A STRANGE NIGHTMARE
ReplyDeleteI have just opened my eyes and I can’t see almost anything and I can’t remember anything neither. This is very strange. The gloomy place where I am is very dark and cold and exudes a pungent stench. The only thing that I can reach to see is a small light coming from a kind of small hole in a door that I guess to see, I´m not sure… all of this is so confusing…
I reach to stand up from the floor and go to see what there are in the other side of this hole. I can see a mysterious door down at the far end of a dark and narrow hallway creaking open on its own and emitting a strange sickly light.
I realize that since I’m here I can feel something strange in this creepy place, I think that I’m not alone, I think that is not only a product of my imagination.. I can hear a kind of strange sound like someone breathing, I’m completely terrified. Suddenly something starts to lick me the hand and I separate it quickly… I try to open the door but it´s impossible its completely locked.
I try to shout and ask for help but is impossible, I’m completely paralyzed for the fear. All of a sudden someone starts to knock the door very heavily but I see through the hole and nobody is outside.
My phone starts to ring and I wake up in the sofa, is my boyfriend, he is knocking the door all time because I don´t open. I have fallen asleep. It was only a nightmare, I’m very sweaty and my heart goes very fast.
But then I realize that is something going wrong, I feel something strange in my hand….is completely wet…
LIDIA BELLVÍS JULIÁ
1º ADV L-M 19a21h
To be honest, just as I was reading it... I started to get goosebumps all over my body.
Deletethanks a lot for your contribution, Lidia.
THE GARDEN
ReplyDeleteBy Manuel Laureda
“When someone has been killed being only a child, his soul will always tread between us, his laughter will be listened, his feet will be able to run, and his thoughts will be heard inside the youngest childs’ brain”.
M. Brown.
It was the cover’s composition on a handwritten book what I discovered in our new holidays house’s basement in Los Baños, a quite beautiful building on the outskirtsof La Llosa de Ranes used as a Roman Bath twenty centuries ago. Around there was a wonderful landscape with thin and tall trees, the greenest gardens I’ve never seen and an old playground what belonged to a camping in the 90’s.
We were looking for a relaxing place without cars or neighbors, just we only three: my wife Bella, our child Enzo and me. We were completely impressed when we founded it in a travel website, it was really cheap.
Two hours after our arrival, we were installed in the house. It was even bigger than our presages: two double-rooms, another single-room and a huge living-room, all of them with vintage furniture and high walls around. However, there weren’t phones, TVs or some modern thing that could keep us in touch with the outside. In fact, our mobile phones neither had no signal.
This day advanced rapidly after the lunch because we spent the afternoon planning the following day, playing with Enzo and walking by the mountain. We came back at eight o’clock, although the September’s sun still shone on the sky. We realized that we were really exhausted after the dinner (the journey has been so long and Enzo gifted to us three hours of entertainment. Then, we went to bed early.
SECOND PART.
ReplyDeleteI can’t explain it but before to fall asleep, my brain remembered the cover’s book and I woke up to check Enzo was sleeping next to our bed.
At four a.m. my phone rang suddenly. It was the alarm I forgot to turn off and it was still ready on the time I had to go to work. “I’m on holidays” I thought while I was disconnecting the phone. Then, I turned back on the bed just trying to recover the dream when I looked at Enzo’s bed and noticed that he wasn’t there. I woke up as fast as I could and began to search around the room. Bella woke up with my scream and we both went downstairs to find him.
Enzo has already learnt to walk four months before but he couldn’t go downstairs by himself, it was impossible. As soon as we arrived to the living-room, Bella said in high voice “the door is open!” and I realized it knocking against the wall helped by the wind. Then, I ran quickly outwards.
The night was dark and cold, and there was a thick mist what covered all the camping. And there, in the playground I saw Enzo sat on the swing and humming a weird and unknown song. We picked him up and we went into the house. Enzo wasn’t cool and he seemed so quiet.
After this fright, the night passed very fast. Perhaps, the long trip we had done helped us to sleep all the night.
The following morning, Enzo kept quiet and Bella didn’t want to speak more about the incident. So, after the breakfast, we went to the town to buy food and tools to fix every house’s door.
In the ironmongery everybody was friendly. They had beauty words as welcome and nice compliments for Enzo. At 11 a.m., we already went in to the biggest grocery store we saw in La Llosa de Ranes and the shop was full of people. There was a part to selling (whatever you were looking for) and another corner with a small snack bar where you could have a beer or coffee. Close to this corner, there was an old man sat in front of an empty cup of whisky. He ware dark garments and he was looking down in silence, without expression in his eyes.
The grocer asked us where we were in the town, and when we said “we are in Los Baños’ house” a huge silence appeared in the shop and then a noise sounded suddenly. The old man glass fell and it was broken down. As we turned back, he went out saying nothing. The grocer step his speech and Bella picked our bags. We leaved quickly too.
THIRD PART.
ReplyDeleteWe spent the afternoon avoiding talking about what has happened in the shop, instead of this we just cooked and looked after Enzo. We only spoke about it when Enzo fell asleep in our bedroom.
It was very weird. Nobody wanted to talk about our new house. We became really worried, so I decided to check all the doors. I closed all the doors bolt by bolt before go to bed and this fact gave to us more calm. Thanks to this and to an infusion Bella and I could sleep.
I woke up startled in the middle of the night. And Enzo wasn’t in his bed. I went down fast across the stairs and Bella followed to me, shouting it was going to be our last night there. The scene we found in the playground was the most terrifying I have never seen: the shop’s dark man stood up in front of Enzo who was sat on the swing and he was showing towards a small garden near them.
As soon as we arrived there, I pushed the old man and I got separated them. With one arm I embraced Enzo who began to cry when I raised the other fist to strike the man. His shout step me immediately and the man replied with a high voice “I’m not who calls your kid, they are”, and then he showed the garden, again. I was very close to hit the man but Bella held my hand in the air and she asked him for an explanation.
Magnus, the old and dirty man, told us he was the last innkeeper in the Los Baños’ house. His wife died when he already arrived to the town, and his old daughter was living with his grandfather in Albarracín. Moreover, his youngest daughter disappeared three months later his wife death. Also, Magnus said to us that his girl was speaking about the garden’s voices before her disappearance, although he didn’t believe her. Since this moment, five years ago, he hadn’t seen her again. Without his family, he started to drink to forget.
This morning in the shop he listened the house had new guests and he came to help us. We were following all the details between astonishment and distrust.
Magnus explained to us the problem was in the garden, he was sure. However, he hadn’t done anything to discover it because he feared finding out his daughter’s body. When I heard it, I came back into the house and took a shovel to dig the garden. I didn’t know if it was a good idea but I feel really anxious and I needed to do something to discover the garden’s secret. I began to excavate while Magnus and Bella looked at me in silence. Enzo remained in his mum’s arms.
After ninety minutes, the shovel hit against something heavy. I swept the sand with my hands and… a cold sensation rose up over my back, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve found kid bone.
FINAL PART.
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The policeman finished the examination at 10 a.m. There were more than 300 bones which could belong to twelve kids. The inspector Mr. Jones told us that it was a mass grave of children, which were killed in the Spanish Civil War, eighty years ago. They were fired here while they were playing. All of them belonged to progressive families.
When Magnus heard these words, his face recovered the color and he whispered “So, it was true, I was right”. Then, he ran into the house.
***
Today, two years later, I feel nervous again but the reason isn’t awful. Today I’m going to buy the book which I’ve been waiting for the last year. It’s a scare story with a nice end. It’s a book based in true facts. A story where my family has a decisive rol. A story of a man who always had his daughter in his brain. The story of MAGNUS BROWN.
Yep, a just a bit too long, isn't it?
Deletethanks a lot, anyway.
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ReplyDeleteSorry for the extension. I hope you like it!
DeleteMANUEL LAUREDA
THE YOUNG JOURNALIST
ReplyDeleteJim suddenly woke up, shaking with cold, his entire body covered with frozen sweat melting slowly upon its surface, and he could hardly realize what was happening...
The young journalist, or whoever he was as he was not able to recognize himself, was lying on the pavement. He was wearing shabby clothes with traces of dried blood sticked on them and his body was unbearably painful, each part of it covered with bruises. Then, he didn't know why, he started to think about his tie. Where was it? He remembered his plain blue brand-new tie his girlfriend presented him with because of his new job. Strange thoughts...
He came back to the reality and concentrated on the street. Everything was wrapped in a gloomy atmosphere and a cold hazy air covered everywhere making him shiver and tremble with fear. This part of the city was unusually silent and he realized there was neither traffic nor people. The city was utterly empty but strangely full of something dismal, sinister. Where was everybody? Was he dreaming? It didn't seem real whatsoever.
All of a sudden, attracted by a tenebrous sound, he turned back on his feet and saw that the front door of his house was opened, leaving a fetid and rancid smell come out from inside. Jim approached carefully to the door, pushed it trying not to breath, and came in. What he could see was terrifying. His living room was a mess all surrounded by broken furniture and blood. But, the most shocking fact that petrified him was that, in the middle of the room, someone was hanging with his tie around his neck. Who was he? He was scarcely able to see due to the thick mist therefore he decided to come closer. Slowly, he was mencing towards the unknown person and, as he was approaching him, he was becoming breathless. The atmosphere seemed to be more and more oppressive and when he distinguished himself as the one who was hanging there everything started to spin around him, faster and faster, while he was falling down. An awe-inspiring scream came out his mouth and his world got dark.
The following day, he was wearing a smart black suit and a tight white shirt which suited him perfectly. An enigmatic smile was placed in his mouth while the vicar was praying for him and his soul and his girlfriend fell into pieces. It was the inspector who had said that the investigation was finished as it was an obvius case of suicide. Then, who was he? He didn't know it and he didn't care about it. Nobody in the funeral seemed to take notice of his presence... It was odd but comforting. He had now a longer life to make people suffer and to steal their souls in a sinister scenario which made people think it was a suicide in order to become immortal...
Xavier Climent Balaguer
Great piece of writing, Xavier. It looks like there might be a promising future ahead of you as a writer!!
Deletethanks a lot
ZARRA
ReplyDeleteThis one of my creepy memories.
A few years ago, I was invited with my friends to pass a bank holiday in Zarra a small town near Cofrentes.
We were driving from Xàtiva to Zarra, it was a cold and pitch-black night. It was raining dogs and cats, but we finally arrived.
Pepe grew up in this town but he didn't take to live in Zarra, although he has a big cottage, there. He pretended he was happy, but it was just a pretence. The nuclear power, I thought ... But... The reason was: people in Zarra died younger than other towns. The nuclear power? ... Maybe... So, I felt worried about that.
Next day, after doing a trekking between the river Xúquer and the natural haunting reserve of "Muela de Cortes" we went to visit the Zarra's cemetery. It was 2 Km from the cottage, the old and grimy door was opened, so we entered.
There was a big silence, it was very cold and the moon was shinning. We could smell the whitered flowers. We saw the different graves, all people died over thirties and forties, Oh my god!... I’ve never seen something like that. The next would be anyone of us. I felt absolutely petrified.
I was walking through the graves looking people died photos. Suddenly, we could hear strange clanking sounds. Sounds of laugh were flowing out through and endless rain. Pods of sorrow and waves of joy were drifting in the air. Images of people died were dancing before me like a millions eyes, that called me over and over again.
In that moment my friends felt sick. A few seconds later they fell asleep. I noticed they were unconscious, their eyes were closed and they couldn't hear or felt anything, but they started to say with a guttural voice one date: the first of July 2010.
Suddenly, a restless wind touch my face and the shade of a good-looking boy saw me off. He smiled and called me over and over again. I really felt horror-struck.
In that moment, my mobile rang. All the shades and voices disappeared, and my friends woke up. They couldn’t remember anything. After that, we came back to the cottage.
Next morning my friend Pepe, showed me the photo of the last cottage owner, he was the boy I saw in the cemetery and he died the first of July in 2010…
Does the nuclear power mean anything to you?
Julia Sisternes Alacot
1st advanced group 29
that was a a very good story, Julia! I was getting goosebumps as I was reading it. Well done!
Deletethanks for your contribution as well!
THE UNTOLD STORY
ReplyDeleteIn the thirties, Peter and his three best friends were enjoying their Easter holidays. They were 10 years old and they decided to spend the weekend in a cottage set in a forest near "Puebla de Sanabria", the town where Peter´s grandmother was born.
On Friday morning, Peter´s father carried the guys there. The cottage was built next to Sanabria´s lake, it was a beautiful wooden cottage which had two floors: a ground floor with a living-room and a kitchen and the first floor with two bedrooms and a bathroom.
After the sunset the boys watched TV and due to the exhausting day they fell asleep very soon. It was a pitch-black night with a very thick fog. Suddenly, a clanking and menacing sound woke up the boys. In the beginning they couldn´t recognize this noise but then they realized it was the crying of a baby coming from the living-room.
John, the bravest and most courageous friend went down towards the living-room, when he opened the door, a very strong and foul stench came into his nose, there was a creepy and gloomy atmosphere. John felt himself appalled, panic-stricken and finally he could see a woolly garment ,which emitted this sound, on the table.
All of a sudden, when Jhon approached to see what there was inside, the garment stretched out itself, and flew around John´s neck, making a loop and tightening the neck, causing John´s death.
When the another guys came down, they only could see their friend´s body hanging in the living-room lamp.
Two days after it, John´s funeral took place. The boys never knew what happened that day in that cottage.
When Peter arrived home, he came into his bedroom and when he went close to the desk he saw a small and wrinkled piece of paper where he could read:" You are the next who will die". He felt droplets of sweat in his forehead, he started trembling, and his whole body was quivering...
Today Peter is 90 years old and he is still alive. He has never told nobody this story but since then, he has had strange nightmares every night, where a deafening weeping comes into his head.
José Antonio Gil Hernández
1st Advanced
Group: 28
What a terrifying moment I 've had while reading your story.!!
DeleteI can't take it off my mind!
thanks a lot
The crossing
ReplyDeleteAt first, he felt an uncomfortable low temperature. He was still layed on the bed and he was aware that he hadn’t had a good dream because he was really tired and quite nervous. When he tried to push back the white blanket that covered him, he couldn’t, he realized that his body was totally paralyzed.
At a sudden, the light of the bedroom switch on and he was completely dazzled. He could hear men’s guttural voices but he couldn’t hear very well. He tried to talk to them but it was impossible, he couldn’t pronounce any word; next, the light switch off and a sepulchral silence filled the place, even his petrified mouth.
The time went by and he had been dazzled and he had heard the voices time and again, but now, he was unable to perceive the difference between brightness and darkness, besides he was conscious of his absolutely deafness. However he hadn’t lost his sense of smell yet, so he could smell a fetid, rotten and offensive odor. He felt terrified with the dreadful certainty that he was being decomposed.
Full of tension, suspense ... got even paralyzed all the way through!
DeleteWell done!
thanks for your contribution.
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ReplyDeleteALODIA PERIS SEGURA---GROUP 29
Delete666
Last week, Tracy, a forty-something journalist, as usual, she was working on her computer writing local news when suddenly a horoscope advert appeared on the screen. She has never been interested in this kind of things, so she put the mouse arrow over the cross and clicked, but the advert didn’t close. She clicked again and again; she didn’t manage to close it, though. Then she proceeded to reset the computer and keep working.
That day, her article was about a man who had found an old book buried in his garden when digging. The book had plenty of scary illustrations and it was written in Latin. “It seems a valuable and mysterious object.” She thought.
The next day, at the same time, the same advert appeared on the screen. This time Tracy decided to read the contents of her sign. “TAURUS: You have an important challenge, only you can save your community, you are the chosen person to break the chain. Be aware.” She didn’t attach importance to this message.
Next day was Saturday and she was at home when surprisingly at the same time a whatsapp with the same advert arrived to her mobile from an unknown number.
The same would happen on Sunday, but the contents changed.“TAURUS: You have been chosen by the beast. Your numbers are his number, the 666.” Tracy thought someone was playing a joke on her.
Monday morning, she arrived at work looking for the guilty mate, but nobody knew anything about this. She took out a coffee and biscuits from the machine and started reading the translation of the book which was on her desk.
The more she read, the more nervous she was getting , the book talked about a prophecy what would happen in 2013 unless a person breaks the evil chain, this person will be pointed out by the 666, the number of the beast…She was petrified, her hands were sweating, even a bit of biscuit got stuck in her throat. It seemed a creepy coincidence.
She gave up reading and started taking notes for her current article. However, the words were remaining in her mind.” Your numbers, 666, his number, the beast…” Then she wrote down:
Her age, “42 and 6x6+6=42”
The registration number of her car,”3718 HHD and 37x18=666”
Her ID “20.434.212 and 20+434+212=666”
Her date of birth“17-05-19…...”
She couldn’t goon; she was trembling and finally she fainted.
But, was she actually the chosen? Or is she just good at Math?
great piece of writing. It reminds me of a scary film I saw long ago.
DeleteWell done!
thanks
Elena Penalba Martínez GROUP 29
ReplyDeleteIt was five o'clock in the morning when the phone rang. The ringing bell broke the silence obscenely. Chloé opened her eyes and stood up calmly. Walking though the darkness while the phone continued screaming, she tried to find the lamp on the beside table. It was a moonless chilly night and she could hardly see the cathedral roof behind the misted window.
When she finally come by the light, the phone stopped its ringing and she had the worst and creepy view she ever had. Her friend Amelie, died two years ago in strange circumstances was there, a somber image of the best friend one day she was.
Sitting on the armchair she used to sit , an unintelligible sound was desesperately repeated.
Chloé's body experienced a petrifying feeling. She could'nt enunciate any single word, her facial muscles were blocked..., she felt she was on the verge of collapse.
By means of a majestic movement, Amelie stood up and approached her friend.
"Under the Dame" she said in a steely voice.
Suddenly the ringing bell broke the silence again. Chloé's eyes opened and darkness lead into the daylight. When she finally picked up the telephone nobody answered and she felt dizzy, she felt confused.The same spooky dream ,the same nightmare every night.
She stared, looking through the window at the impressive front of Notre Dame cathedral asking herself "Why the same events night after night? "
She couldn't stand it for longer. That dream tormented her mind completely.
She had to be brave and make a decision. Her friend's words only could make reference to the crypt under Notre Dame cathedral.
For an unfortunately unknown reason her friend prayed her to go that place.
She needed answers...
Uff. .. full of suspense... I even started to get goosebumps all over my body.
DeleteWell done!
thanks a lot for your contribution
Fernando Martí Ballester
ReplyDeleteThe undertaker.
It was a dark frozen night. There´re a long walk to return home he thought. He spent the night with his friends on a Disco. A car went fast across the street while he remembered the strange fact that had occurred over night.
The disco was full of people so he decided to go out to smoke a cigar. Once outside the cold night take him away from the disco door to stay on the other side of the street just next to a bookstore. Suddenly a guttural voice said: “hey budy, Do you have a cigar for me?”. He turned and saw a homeless badly dressed who stood rear him. The homeless seemed nervous and scared when he saw his face and quickly ran away from him.
He didn´t care about that and continued looking at the shop window. Then suddenly he saw a strange face reflected in the window, it was dark, dirty and grim, to his astonishment it disappeared from the window and he could see a figure moving in the bookstore. He had been buying in this bookstore so he knew the owner, it was very strange!.
The cars went fast so he decided to go across gardens to avoid the drunk drivers. I´ll be safer across the gardens than down the street, he thought. The mist covered the small forest and he went inside.
Suddenly, he heard a terrifying scream which seemed not human who came from the street, he was scared so went quick to get into the gardens.
In the beginning he ran to cross quickly the garden, however it seemed the garden had changed and there was no exit. The hours passed and he felt exhausted, the garden looked always the same….
…Until he saw a strange woman dressed with a dark long skirt and with a veil that hid his face. He noticed she was a very old woman because she stirring an old oil lamp with her old right hand with long, very long nails. The woman raised his arm pointing into the darkness and she disappeared in the fog. The man walked in the direction that pointed the strange lady and he found tombs he read the tombstones it was the names of his friends whose spent the night with him.
Surprisingly he saw the homeless crying and talking scared while he was digging a grave. Don´t want to do it, not another night…..why me?, why me?… The man approached to the place and could see again the dark, dirty and grim face outlined in the fog which said with a guttural voice: “no one can escape from me and there´s no deal……”.
Good one, Fernando. Full of suspense all the way through.
Deletethanks a lot
ENVIOUS BROTHER
ReplyDeleteOne humble family lived in a small town called Lonely Town, with deserted streets and somber sceneries. They had two children, James and Mike. James was the older brother. He was a brilliant person, studied every day, went out with his friends and he helped his parents. However, his brother Mike left school to work as a bricklayer, but he got fired because he was very clumsy. He didn´t last a long time in any job. His parents always said that Mike had his eyes on James. For this reason, their parents often quarrelled with their son Mike. He couldn´t bear his brother and he loathed him so much that he wished James´s death.
One night, Mike couldn´t sleep thinking of how he would manage to get rid of James. Mike woke up overexcited and he had droplets of sweat on his forehead. The next morning, he told his brother that he had received a call from a man to fix his old house and he required that James took him to the man´s house. James, who was a naïve and a helpful person, didn´t refuse to help him. When James came from the university, Mike gave him directions of how to get there. The atmosphere was really gloomy and black clouds covered the sky all the time. Nobody would like to live in such an eerie place in a menacing forest. As soon as they got to the place, Mike put a handkerchief on James´s face, covering his nose and his mouth until he was unconscious. Mike dragged James´s body out of the car and into the house. Then, he blocked the door and he drove away in James´s car.
The house had one room and it hadn´t got windows. Only small beams of light got in through cracks in the walls, which were the natural entrance for bats. When James opened his eyes, he wanted to yell and ask for help, but he couldn´t because he was tightly gagged. Besides, he was bound hand and foot, so it was impossible that anyone could hear him or release himself. Regretfully, he died in despair cursing his brother until the end.
Merche Barberán Pedrón
1st Advanced, Group 28
Nice piece of writing!
Deletethanks a lot
Once upon a time, in an isolated town of Pyrenees, there was a very ancient school which had 500 years old at least. Some generations of Maria’s family and some outstanding people had passed by there. In the last years, Maria had been teacher in a school where had happened some paranormal events.
ReplyDeleteMaria was really worried because her pupils were getting more frightened and they persevered in creepy ghost stories. Therefore, Maria decided to investigate the happenings although she didn’t find an answer. Besides, the school children started to become ill, even Antoni, the child who told that had seen the ghost, put himself the white hair. Since this day, Antoni couldn’t pronounce any word.
Maria decided to go out to the town hall to investigate, because there was a department where the civil servants keep old newspapers. After reading for hours, Maria found out that a terrible catastrophe happened once. Ramon, a child who had some special problems, took advantage of a cleaning works in the school to come in. When he was there, he hid at the gym next to the mirror which it’s yet. When all people went out, he took out his Ouija and his candles and then, he started to move the glass. All of a sudden, a candle fell over and the mat where Ramon was started a fire. Ramon burnt in seconds and nobody could help him. Ramon died while he tried to open the door to go out. Nobody was witness of the accident except the old mirror. Maria remembered a grandmother’s ancient story and she ran to talk to her grandma. The grandmother told her that Ramon was looking for the eternal rest which he achieved it with an innocent victim to repeat the story, and Antoni was the victim.
“How can I avoid it? Ask himself Maria”
“You should break the only witness of this story” answer her grandma.
Maria ran towards the school, he caught an axe and he hit the mirror strongly until the mirror broke in a lot of pieces. While Maria hit the mirror, some sepulchral voices, some tears and a lot of terrifying screams were listened. After, like her grandma had told her, Antoni who was the ghost victim, left the glasses of the mirror next to Ramon’s grave and then, the damnation finished….
A real scary story!!
Deletethanks a lot
FAMILY MATTERS
ReplyDeleteAfter driving along a narrow mountain road in a dreary day, Sue and Peter arrived to the cabin where Sue’s grandparents lived. They had decided to spend a few days there, so that Peter met the old and adorable couple for the first time.
The house wasn’t big but it was comfortable and safe in the cold winter. Next to it there was a small granary and a fence for animals.
They lived isolated in a tenebrous forest, near a lake with opaque waters; it was a place where the howls of wolves used to be heard at night.
They were extremely exhausted so they went to bed. The grandfather clock was chiming midnight when Peter suddenly woke up trembling and said to Sue that somebody was screaming. She answered that it might be a pig and then they tried to sleep again.
The following day was hazy and a sibilant wind was blowing. Peter felt that something was wrong so he went to the granary. As he was arriving, a fetid stench made him feel sick.
He got in slowly, it was dark, he had droplets of sweat on his forehead. As soon as he switched on the light he was horrified because there was blood everywhere; then he was shocked when he realized that there wasn’t any pig or animal at all.
Peter opened a closet suspiciously and a pungent slimy foot fell over him. He turned around quailing and saw Grandpa face to face with a creepy smile and a bloody axe.
In the evening, Sue was worried since she didn’t know where Peter was. Grandma offered her a hot soup to calm her down. She stirred the soup with a spoon and something rose to the surface. She was panic-stricken.
It was a finger with Peter’s wedding ring!!!
MARISOL ÁNGEL SANZ - GROUP 28
Must admit I was panic-stricken too after having read your story.
Deletethanks a lot
I’M HERE
ReplyDeleteEEEHHHHH!! I’M HERE!!, Can you hear me? I listen to you. I try to move but my muscles don’t respond. I scream but no words come out of my mouth…. And they don’t realize…… Why?
I was in my bedroom. I was watching on TV a horror film where a woman helped spirits to solve their problems in the Earth so that they could move to another level.
- It would be funny to see spiritis. I would like to help them like this girl – I said in a loud voice.
In this moment, I felt a soft and cold wind in my face. I was appalled because the window was closed. I didn’t give importance so I switched off my TV and I slept.
About 3.a.m. I woke up frightened. I thought I had had a nightmare but I still was scared because I felt an unusual thing. I watched towards a corner of my room and I saw a person’s shadow. Then I shouted and the shadow came to me. I could see a woman who was dressing a hospital nightdress but I couldn’t see more details. Suddenly, the door was opened.
- What’s the matter? – My mother said.
- There was an spirit here – I answered her.
- Don’t worry. I’m sure you have had a nightmare. You should sleep again – and she left my bedroom.
I was trembling and I couldn’t sleep. In the end, I slept again until a freezing hand caught my foot. I woke up and I saw the same woman next to my bed. There was a hazy air around her. She was pale and her face had a lot of cuts. Her eyes expressed sadness.
- You have offered to help me. Now I’m here – She told in a guttural voice.
- I’m sorry. I can’t help you – I told her. My voice was shuddering because I was petrified.
My words bothered her. She got really furious. Then, the ghost shouted and jumped on me. I fainted.
EEEHHHHH!! I’M HERE!!, Can you hear me? I listen to you. I try to move but my muscles don’t respond. I scream but no words come out of my mouth…. And they don’t realize…… I’ve heard them many times. Doctors can’t explain the reason. Maybe it could be a panic attack. They have told my parents I don’t respond to external stimuli.
I know it. I’m catatonic.
Raquel Juan Perales – Group 28
I'm sure you can make yourself a good storyteller of creepy stories.
Deletethanks a lot
THE ANTIROOM OF HILL
ReplyDeleteIt was very windy on the Old Hill, We had been walking an hour and it was getting dark. There was a funny smell in the air, which reminded us of the smell of cooking fat.
When we got to the shelter, the door was shattered, and the smell was even more intense ... What had happened?
It was too late to return to Greenville and we decided to stay at the shelter, although there was something strange in the shelter, a feeling or a presence, although there was nothing that we could see.
We lit the gas lamps, and we all got in a corner to make dinner. But the smell was becoming even more intense and suddenly Patty was sick and went out to vomit.
We were getting increasingly nervous, the smell was unbearable and suddenly the wind ceased to blow…
Patty didn’t return and I went to look for her. There was a very thick fog and despite me calling her with all my strength, I could only hear the echo of my voice.
I returned to the shelter, and I was surprised not to find any of my friends… everything was filled with a gelatinous layer that gave off an intense smell like sebum.
Fear paralyzed me, this gelatinous liquid began to take a human form and I could only hear a hoarse voice which told me… Welcome to the anteroom of Hill!
Katia Fàrfan Gamarra
Group 29
Managed to release tension at the very end of the story!!
Deletewell done!
thanks for your contribution
A PORCELAIN DOLL
ReplyDeleteThat night was like the others, a quiet night at the General Medicine Unit at the St Louis Hospital. I was working, in this moment, I was lying at the sofa, waiting any call of a patient needing help, when suddenly I heard a child crying. I thought it would be an awake child from the paediatric unit that is in the other side of the floor.
I went out and saw, at the end of the dark corridor, a little girl dressed with the nightdress hospital, she might be hospitalized. I picked her up and I tried to talk with her but she didn’t answer me, I thought she maybe was a sleep-walker.
The girl had very big blue eyes, she was blonde, she was pretty and seemed a beautiful porcelain doll.
I took her hand and we walked to the paediatric unit looking for the nurse. All of a sudden she stopped and pointed at a room’s door. We directed to there, and when we arrived I let go her hand to open the door.
I came in and I saw the same girl laying down the bed, she was unconscious, in coma. I turned back rapidly and the little girl was disappeared.I ran to the main computer and check her medical record; she was in coma since a week due to a car crash in which his parents die.
Mª José Mateu Salinas
Group 28
So creepy this was!!
Deletethanks a lot.
THE JOY OF MURDER
ReplyDeleteAtlas wasn’t conscious about what he had done.
“What… What I have done? Hahahaha”
Actually, he didn’t know why his hands were full of blood; neither why his heart was beating so fast. He was terrified and excited at the same time.
He only could see the corpse that he just killed before his eyes filled of a kind of substance more dense than water and darker than night.
-What…?!- but he couldn’t speak anymore, because the same gloomy black liquid poured on his mouth too.
“This can’t be!” thought Atlas, but while he was thinking, his ears dropped that dark water.
“This is the price I have to pay for enjoy killing people, eh?” thought.
“It’s not my fault be like I am…”
Suddenly a voice sounded inside his head.
“Are you surprised? You have killed yourself.”
But to be honest, Atlas didn’t suffer at all, more than that; he enjoyed so much the crime and the smell of the death that he kept smiling until his end.
Guillermo Lledó
Group 28
Uffff ... this is a bit more of a gore film, isn't it?
Deletethanks a lot.
THE LIFT
ReplyDeleteIn the middle of the night, the young Paul arrived at home after a very hardworking day. He was tired and thinking in lying along the sofa when he opened the door of the building and got into the lift. There was a big mirror inside. As soon as the lift started to rise, a sudden strange figure showed up out of thin air on the other side of the mirror. It was a little boy who, apparently floating in the empty darkness, started to call him. He whispered the words: Help me, please!
Paul was terrified for a moment. But the voice seemed to catch his attention to the point of loosing his sense of reality. He slowly put his hand on the mirror, trying to help the little flying child, but in that moment the child's face changed! It was a devil!
Quickly he opened the door of the lift and came into his house. Terrible screams could be heard from inside the lift. That night Paul couldn’t sleep. He didn’t understand what had just happened.
Two years later, when Paul was going by bus to work, he came up against the strange boy of the lift sitting in the bus with a twisted smile.
Emma López
Group 28
I could feel it... terryfying all the way through!!
Deletethanks a lot.
Two years ago, my family and I had an strange experience. I am from Italy but nowadays I live in Valencia with my family. It was summer holidays and my parents came to visit us for fifteen days. Because of my house is tiny, they had to stay in a hotel in Xativa called Mont Sant.
ReplyDeleteOne night, my dad told us that he had listened some steps behind the door of his room. To be honest, we didn't pay him lot of attention, we tought that his mind had made him a bad joke. Next day, me and my husband went to the hotel to visit them and we could see some dark shades reflexed on the wall, unexpectedly the door started to open and close quickly, we felt terrified about what was happening and we left the hotel very scared.
Since then, my parents decided to change the hotel because they felt upset and unconfortable.
Three days later, we watched on Tv that the hotel was closed, because of strange things were happening there and an old man explained that this hotel was enchanted, because many years ago that hotel had been a cementary and it is believed that many souls are there yet.
Manuel Descals. Group 28
Uff.. I don't think I'll ever go to Monsant Hotel again after having read your story.
DeleteNo way!
thanks
A girl had disappeared, but the police chief decided to hide the information to avoid the panic among the population. The entire department decided to publish the information some days later.
ReplyDeleteThe sun shone in the sky and the streets of the graveyard smelled of wet land and flowers. It was the 31st of October and the cemetery was full of people cleaning the gravestones of their dead relatives.
Martha had gone to the cemetery because her mother wanted to clean her father’s gravestone and Martha’s grandmother had insisted in go with her. Martha’s mother needed help with her mother because the woman was very old and after suffering two strokes in four months it looked like that her brain had left her body. Furthermore she was obsessed with clean the empty niche that was next to her husband’s niche. She constantly repeated that near it would be occupied. All the family thought she believe her end was near.
When Martha’s mother finished cleaning the gravestone Martha decided to come back to her home. The cemetery was far from the town and they had come by bus, she could wait for the next bus but she wanted to go out of that place immediately. A strange feeling was growing on her. She started to walk very quickly. Suddenly she heard a car, and she realized that it was following her. Martha started to run, she doesn’t felt the land she was stepping and her heart started to hurt so she had to stop. The car stopped near she and the driver got down the car window, it was the police chief, he asked her if she want him to take her to the town. She trusted in him and that feeling was almost the last feeling she had.
In Martha’s house the lunch was ready, all the family was waiting for Martha but she didn’t arrive, and Martha’s grandmother constantly repeated: “The niche has an owner now, it had to be prepared…”
Susi Giner
scary story this was!!
Deletethanks a lot
MYSTERIOUS JACKET
ReplyDeleteJonh was driving home late one night when he saw a young lady, Alice, waiting by a bus stop. He stopped his car and told her that he didn’t think the buses were running so late at night and offered her a ride. The fall night air was getting chilly, so he took off his jacket and gave it to her.
After an hours drive, they arrived at her home and he dropped her off by the front door. Jonh said “goodnight “and went home himself.
The next day he remembered that Alice still had his jacket.
He drove to her house and knocked on the door, an old woman answered.
John told her about the ride he had given her daughter Alice, and had come back to get the jacket he had lent her. The old woman looked very confused.
John noticed a picture of Alice on the bookcase. He pointed to it and told the old woman that that was the girl he had given a ride to.
With her voice shaking, the old woman told Jonh that her daughter had been dead for many years.
Jonh ran to his car and drove to the cemetery.
He found his jacket, neatly folded on top of a grave the name on the gravestone was Alice!
so creepy story.. this was!!!
Deletethanks for your contribution
GREEN RING
ReplyDeleteIt was the coldest night, with a full moon and there were a sepulchral silence outside the house. It was two in the morning and I was exhausted finishing a task in front of the computer. I got up to go to the kitchen to have some water when I saw through the window at someone in the neighbors garden, which is across the street.
I thought it was Mrs.Carmen who likes watering plants at night, but as I drank water I realized she was not, but it was a body covered with a dark robe, levitating and walking around her garden.
I was so scared that I dropped the glass and it was broken, suddenly I left the kitchen to look better outside but it was gone. I turned around to go back to the kitchen and…. God! The creepy entity was in my garden levitating! I walked hurriedly to the kitchen and locked it, I moved over from the door and as the kitchen floor was wet I slipped and fell cutting the hands with broken glasses.
Still on the floor I could see the gloomy body approached at the glass door and discovered him under the hood the terrifying yellow eyes looking at me, he raised his index finger which had a strange green ring and showed me for an instant.
Meanwhile I tried to breathe to recharge and get up but I could not, I was petrified in horrorstruck.
The next morning I woke up on the desk where last night I had been working late, thankfully it was only a nightmare.
Then I choked when I realized I had cuts on my hands, also I saw a green ring on my index finger.
AMOR BATALLER
GROUP 29
What a spooky story!! It gave me the creeps...ufff.
Deletethanks a lot
THE LEGEND OF THE GHOST HIGHWAY
ReplyDeleteThe main road from Valencia to Gandia, at the kilometer 8 intersects with a major highway. It's a very dangerous crossing and on many ocassions there have been some lethal accidents.
One Saturday night, I was going back home after a party with my friends. When I arrived the crossing, I was very surprised when I saw a teenage girl, wearing a long dress and hitchhiking. I braked suddenly and told her to go in the back of my car. The front seat was full of my belongings. So, she sat at the back.
The girl asked me if I could take her at her home and I had to leave my road and drive her home.He gave me her address and I drove up to the house. As I aproached the address, she told me:
"It's the house with the shutters closed"
"Here we are", I said and then I turned and I saw that the back seat was empty.
I was so surprised that I went to the house. Repeatedly, I rang the doorbell, confused as never before in my life. After waiting some minutes, the door opened and a man with grey hair and tired-looking stared at me.
"I can't even explain what an amazing thing just happened", I said. And before I could continue, the man said to me:
"Yes, yes... I know. the same has happened before, every Saturday night this month. That girl was my daughter. She died two years ago in a car accident at the intersectionwhere you found her"
Reyes Sala (group 29)