You may not believe it, but here's how it happened...

YOU MAY NOT BELIEVE IT, BUT HERE’S HOW IT HAPPENED…

               

It was 31th October at night, and Peter went back home. He went trick-or-treating with his friends, and then they watched a scary movie.  The night hadn’t been different from other years, except for the fact that during the film Peter felt identified with the main actor. And this character was murdered by a zombie when he was alone at home during the last night of October.

When he arrived home, he found a note from his parents telling him that they would stay at his aunt and uncle’s home. At that moment he felt frightened because of the film memories. Then, he thought if he slept, he would lose his fears. So, he went to bed and, finally, he fell asleep. However, at four he woke up and listened to how the door opened. He only saw a big knife and everything became black.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and understood that it was a nightmare. He breathed relaxed and look at the alarm clock: it was four and, suddenly, the door began to open….

Rosa Espinar Pedrosa 4ºC

You may not believe it, but here´s how it happened… A hot summer day Catherine and her son Bryan were walking to the park as they did every day.

They spent all the afternoon there. It was a fun day for them. Around 8 pm it was getting dark and they decided to go back home, meanwhile they were chatting and they crossed the street without looking. At that moment, a tank truck was about to go through and Catherine with a reflex reaction set Bryan’s hand free… So unluckily that the truck run over him. Bryan was dead. It was such a painful fact that Catherine suffered a deep depression for a long time.

Five years later, she got pregnant again; it was another baby boy who was called Tommy. She never forgot Bryan but it was a new life stage for her.

Tommy grew up healthily and happily, but one day Tommy wanted to go to the park with his mum. She was worried about the memories, and finally she accepted.

This day was similar to that tragic day, ending the day in the same second than five years ago. A tank truck was passing by and Tommy told her –“Mum, this time don´t let me go”
She was terrified…

Laura Martín 4ºC

I’d like to tell you a lurid story which will make you feel really scared.

You may believe it but here’s how it happened. I went to my house as every evening after being playing with my friends. At that moment, I saw something strange, the door of my house had a bit of spider web but it didn’t disturb me. Suddenly the door opened but I didn’t do anything to open it. I came in my house and I screamed: “Mummy I’m at home!!” as every day but she didn’t answered back, “That’s so strange!”  I though. I did the same with my daddy but I got no answer. The house was empty at that moment and I was awestruck. It was dark in my house and I didn’t see clearly. I didn’t know why but the kitchen was full of pumpkins and there was a cat in the fridge and the TV was static, so my heart began to beat faster. At the same time, the dog of my neighbour didn’t stop howling. For all these reasons and some more I decided to go out running into the garden, but I tripped with some bones and fell in a tomb. I couldn’t believe it!! Why were there all those grisly things in my house? I asked to myself. Some seconds later, I looked around me and I could only see ghosts which were dancing and laughing and in that moment I understood that it was a joke which had been arranged by my family.

From that night, I’m not scared about this party and I love getting dressed with my costumes and scare other kids……HA….HA………HAAAAAAAAAA……….

Désirée Montero 4ºB

A Halloween spooky story

Fifty years ago, the Sulims were returning home from the city. It was a rainy and very cold day, something normal for their winter weather. They had gone to the cinema because it was the daughter´s seventeenth birthday, so it was, apparently, a happy day for them. But what they didn’t know was that it was going to become the worst day of their lives.

    They had just bought an old house that belonged to a rich family, but the house was very particular. Years ago, before that rich family, there lived a farmer couple with their daughter, and they had the best and biggest harvest of all the surroundings. The rich family was convinced that they had to buy those lands and kick out the farmer’s family from there. But they refused. So, the rich man decided to hurt the farmers in the way that would hurt them the most: by killing their daughter. After the farmers left, the rich family could never settle in the farm, because the girl’ soul was still there.

    The Sulims didn’t know anything about that story, and neither did they know that the girl would stay with them every day, every time, and everywhere.

    When they were inside the car, like usual, the children were joking about a girl outside, on the road, until the daughter got pale. Her mum asked her what had happened, but she couldn’t talk from the moment that she saw a girl with a white dress. Nobody believed her, but the next day, she died…

Ángela Arrabal Bastidas 4º CAL - C

Halloween spooky story

October, 31rst 2003.

It was a sunny Sunday and I was thirteen years old. Most Sundays, my family and I used to go to the Church that was close to my house. The Church was little with huge colourful windows, white flowers around and comfortable benches with individual cushions for all of us. Every Sunday a Gospel group sang impressive songs. My eldest brother belonged to it. We felt so pride of him that we used to cry when we listened to him sing.

When we were reading he Gospel, we felt at home, and, suddenly, we all saw, (my mother, father, sisters, baby cousin, aunt, uncle, grandmother and grandfather) how my brother, who was singing in that moment, fell down on the floor with a shot in his head. Two seconds later, I wasn’t able to move, talk or shouting. The people around me were all dead, killed. I could only see blood around me.

That day, neighbours, friends and all members of my family except my mother, were killed. Nowadays I’m not able to figure out what happened there. Why a youngster from my neighbourhood did that, why his family, friends and teachers couldn’t see and feel that something was wrong with his behaviour or feelings and why was and is it allowed to have guns.

Every Sunday I say to my mother, ´please mum, don’t take me to the church!´

Mari Paz Jáimez Ortiz. 4º CAL. October 31st, 2017.