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    • 1st Bachillerato
    • AZURA
      • My birthday was two days ago. I was nervous because I had prepared a
      • great party with my old friends. So, I went to bed early. I was sleeping
      • when I heard a loud crack on my bedroom door. I thought it would
      • have been the wind, but …
      • I looked at the door and saw an old woman who was looking at me. I
      • was scared but I could not stop looking at her. Suddenly, she
      • disappeared. I was relieved, then I felt someone touch my back. I lost
      • consciousness and I woke up the next morning in the cemetery. But I
      • wasn’t as you think… I was locked in a coffin which was shedding blood
      • all the time and all of a sudden, I felt I had lost some parts of my
      • fingers. I didn’t understand anything at all, I just knew that the oxygen
      • was just about to finish and there was blood on my face.
      • When I opened my eyes, I was in my bed again, it had been a dream, a
      • nightmare. Though, the old woman next to me was still there- she was
      • real.
      • She had a rag doll in her hands, a doll with a name written on its
      • chest, “Azura”. I remembered when I was just a kid, my mother gave
      • me that doll. Azura was my grandmother’s name. I never met her and
      • my mother never t alked about this woman. I had never paid
      • attention to this issue.
      • I ran out of my bedroom and went directly to my mother’s desk. I
      • found a photo album in which I remembered seeing my grandmother
      • in a picture. I took me a few minutes to find it, but finally I could see
      • that the old woman in my bedroom was actually my grandma.
      • I didn’t know what my grandmother was doing there or the meaning of
      • my dream. Then I heard my mother mourn in the living room. I
      • wanted to know what was happening and I asked my mum. She told
      • me this terrifying story.
      • “ I killed my mum. I cut her fingers and buried her alive. I had always
      • loved painting portraits, but she always said that I wasn’t good at
      • painting. So I decided that when you were born, you didn’t meet her-
      • she had always ruined my life. Your father discovered it and he thought
      • I was a psychopath. Therefore, I had to kill him too. You shouldn’t have
      • discovered this and now I’ll have to finish this.
      • After it, I saw my mum burn the tablecloth and everything started to
      • burn . I shuddered in pain, I couldn’t escape. I could see her in fire while
      • she was looking at me with a frightening look.
      • Now I am with my grandmother and we have decided that on
      • Halloween night we will be next to your bed…. Please, we need
      • company.
    • YOU ARE NEVER ALONE One cold winter night, Lucy, a sixteen year old girl, was alone at home watching TV, because her parents had gone to a dinner party at a friend’s house. I t had been snowing all the afternoon, but Lucy felt nice and comfortable sitting in the living room sofa under a warm and fuzzy blanket. The TV was on the corner of the room. She was watching one of her favourite movies, a horror film. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed something moving outside the window. Through the darkness and the falling snow, she could make out the figure of a man walking towards the window. The man’s face was hideously scary- his eyes were wild and big. Frightened, Lucy pulled the blanket over her head and tried to hide away. One minute later, she pulled the blanket aside just enough to peer out with one eye. She was so afraid, the man was still there! Then, he opened his coat and took something out. I t was a long knife. She managed to put her hand into her pocket and took her mobile phone. She phoned the police. Eventually, she heard sirens outside. Lucy stood up and ran to the front door. The police said that there was no trace of anyone outside the window. “He was right there,” said Lucy pointing out to the window. “That impossible,” said the officer, “because there aren’t any footprints.”
    • “ Maybe you have been watching too many scary movies,” said the other officer. The police officer turned to leave when, suddenly, she stopped. She pulled back the sofa where Lucy had been sat. On the carpet there was a trace of wet footprints and a knife. “You weren’t looking at the man outside the window,” said the officer. “You were looking at his reflection. HE WAS STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU ALL THE TIME”
      • Carol was a young woman who was twenty two years old. One day Carol went
      • to the shopping centre to buy a present for her mother, but she didn’t find
      • Anything suitable.
      • All of a sudden, she found a strange shop that she had never seen before.
      • There Carol found a beautiful harlequin. She definitely wanted to buy it, but
      • the shop-assistant warned “her, “the harlequin can be very dangerous because
      • it has strange powers. Anyone who possesses it will have bad luck”. She didn´t
      • believe a word and bought the harlequin at once.
      • Carol was coming back home. She had to go through a level crossing. She
      • didn’t notice a train was approaching and the train crashed into her car. She
      • Was dead. The police officers didn’t find anything strange, only the harlequin
      • with a message that said, “happy birthday, mum!”
    • THE FIRE Melisa, a sixteen year old girl, arrived at Madrid two months ago because her family moved to work there. Several days later, Melisa fell ill. Consequently the doctor told her to be in bed for one or two weeks. Isabel, one of he classmates, offered to help Melisa with her homework. Every day, Isabel went to Melisa’s house after school and she explained her the homework and they chatted for a while. Melisa asked Isabel about her family, her house, her friends, but Isabel never answered her questions. Furthermore, she became so angry that Melisa was even afraid. For this reason, Melisa only talked about the homework. In addition, Melisa had some strange grey spots on her hands and face, but Isabel never told Melisa about them. The clothes that Melisa usually wore were very weird too- she always came with the same old clothes and hairstyle. After two weeks, Melisa got over and went to the high school- she was looking forward to seeing Isabel. She wanted to thank her for her help and give her back her notebook. However, Isabel wasn’t at school and no one knew her. Melisa was very surprised and wondered who Isabel was. Melisa looked over her notebook and found her name, Isabel Moreno, and her address. In the afternoon, Melisa went to this address, but when she got there, she only found a ruined house. Next to the door, she found a newspaper . She read the following news,” Julián and Laura López together with their daughter, Isabel, died in a fire in their house.” Then, Melisa read the newspaper date- it took place in 1970. all of a sudden, Melisa understood all, Isabel was a ghost. A month later, Melisa and her parents died, their house set on fire.
      • It was nine o’clock in the evening, the rain had no ceased, that autumn afternoon was terrible
      • and only the falling rain was heard. The penetrating gaze of Lucy just looked at a corner of
      • the room. It was dark, but she was unable to turn on the lights. Her hands stained with blood,
      • she was going to be accused of murder. Lucy was a young woman of barely thirty years. She
      • had no family and lived alone in a small penthouse on the outskirts of London. She had moved
      • from Spain to London to work five years ago. She was very sociable and friendly but a secret
      • from the past was disturbed and could not live a quiet and peaceful life. She was a doctor, and
      • she loved her profession because her dream was to heal people.
      • One morning, Lucy was at home having breakfast before going to work, when suddenly, she
      • heard shocking news on the radio, “a man is seriously ill in Angel hospital in London, but it is
      • not known what is happening. The police is investigating and doctors fear for his life.”
      • Then Lucy decided to go to the hospital because she wanted to know what happened. She ran out of his house, taking his mobile and keys and went straight to hospital. When she got to the street, she was stunned. There wasn’t anyone on the street. She was alone. She looked around and only heard the sound of the fragile wind combing her hair.
      • She thought that the people would be at home or work, because it was not a good day to go
      • out, it was cloudy and about to rain. Without thinking further, she ran to the hospital, but
      • there was no one there either. “Am I dreaming?”She wondered. Lucy was scared and the last
      • thing she wanted was that her past was finally known. When she entered in one of the hospital
      • room, she found something. It was the newspaper of the day, the breaking news said, “today,
      • 31th of October, we will die". Lucy could not continue reading and ran out of the hospital. She
      • could not believe it, “how would everybody die all around the world?, what’s happening?” She
      • just hoped everything would be a dream and soon she would wake up and have delicious coffee
      • with warm toasts and butter.
      • Five years ago, Lucy was studying at a medical school in Spain. She was investigating the most
      • dangerous viruses and bacteria in the world. For this reason, she travelled to London to finish
      • her studies. There she could find the most dangerous virus, one that causes psychological
      • distress, loss of most of your blood, so over time you would die. Moreover, this disease had a
      • more serious problem, its effects did not appear until five years after being infected. Scientists
      • had not found any antiviral and she wanted to find it. One day, she was alone in her lab and
      • took some samples of the virus to investigate through the microscope. All of a sudden, she
      • heard a noise and scared the samples fell to the floor. The virus spread throughout the lab.
      • Lucy was scared, closed the secret lab and didn’t tell anyone about the accident. Lucy was
      • in her attic and still thought that everything that was happening was her fault. But she didn’t
      • understand why she hadn’t died, why she was alive. She had been sat on the corner of the attic
      • for two hours, terrified, looking at the mirror in front of her. She could only hear the
      • droplets sliding on her window. Lucy decided to go to the kitchen. In her hands, there was a
      • knife which she stuck in her delicate heart. She didn’t want to live anymore. Everyone had
      • died because of her and she had to die.
      • After a few days, two police officers entered Lucy’s attic, and she was there on the
      • corner, dead. The forensic autopsy revealed that she was infected with the terrible virus
      • which resulted in the loss of the senses, that’s why she could not see people. The newspaper
      • she tried to read said, “ We will die all, today’s Halloween new film.” Lucy got infected in the
      • lab, fortunately no one else was ill, since this virus was only transmitted through the saliva.
      • Lucy didn’t know it.
    • ELVIRA
      • Elvira was a girl about ten years old. She had no father and his mother
      • worked all the time, so she had to leave her daughter alone at home.
      • One night she shuddered and was afraid of leaving her alone, but she
      • could not lose her job and decided to go. She told her daughter, “I’ll
      • phone you every 2 hours so as to check you are ok. Please, do not open
      • the door. When I come back, I’ll knock on the door three times”. Then
      • she closed the door and left.
      • Elvira, scared and alone, decided to sleep so that time went by faster.
      • Soon the phone rang waking her up. She got up and hurried up to the
      • phone. She hoped to hear her mother's voice. “Mom, are you? Mom?
      • Mom?”, but no one answered. Disillusioned and afraid, she put the
      • phone down and went to bed. She said to herself, the call was cut.
      • Suddenly the phone rang again. She answered, “mom…., you’re scaring
      • me!”. She hung it up again and went to bed. This time, she was really
      • frightened. After a while, there was a knock on the door, but not three
      • times, so she didn’t open it.
      • At nightfall, her mother hadn’t returned yet. Therefore, Elvira was
      • worried. The phone rang again. “mom, mom,… your are coming
      • home very late.” At the other end of the phone, she just heard,
      • “ You are alone now.”. Elvira hung up the phone, mourning, she went to
      • the door because she wanted to go to a neighbour’s house. So as to call
      • the police.. When she opened the door, she found her mother’s body
      • lying on the floor, covered in blood, her legs twisted, her arms broken, …
      • Elvira couldn’t resist the tremendous impact and fainted.
      • When she woke up, she had been taken to a psychiatric hospital for
      • children. Although they helped her to overcome such traumatic
      • experience, she never stopped dreaming of that voice telling her again
      • and again, “Your are alone now”.
      • The psychologist who helped her blamed Elvira for her mother’s death,
      • but she knew it wasn’t true. Elvira lover her mother and she dreamed of
      • her every day.
      • Although ten years have passed since the tragic incident, Elvira
      • in treatment and completely traumatized.
      • In the city of Transylvania, every year something strange occurs during the Halloween night. I
      • remember stories told by our grandparents when we were children. They were about lot of
      • children who had disappeared and had never been found again. Stories that frightened us and
      • We couldn’t sleep all night., stories that, nevertheless, made that we wanted to celebrate
      • Halloween night.
      • When we were 26 years old, my friends and I prepared Halloween all in advance, our
      • Halloween costumes, the jokes that we were going to do, you know, some rotten eggs to annoy
      • the neighbours… Certainly, some jokes were tasteless jokes – frightening little children,
      • bothering girls, laughing at old people, destroying gardens, writing graffiti's on the school walls.
      • As we had been frightened for many years, now it was our turn. Halloween night came and we
      • were anxious. Everything was going well until I felt a cold hand covering my mouth. I could not
      • move, I could not shout. Then I fell sleep, I don’t remember anything else. I woke up in dark
      • room, I heard a sound similar to a leak, and the breathe of someone. I were so scared. I didn’t
      • understand anything, I just wanted to know if I was dreaming. I was tied to something, so I
      • couldn’t move, I could not speak, I couldn’t do anything at all. I heard someone breath next to
      • me, I felt it in my ear. Then a loud and annoying voice told me, “ You are a bad boy. Why do
      • you like bothering people? Do you think this is funny?”
      • While the voice was talking to me , I felt a cold sharp knife in my neck. Suddenly, the tape that
      • covered my mouth was removed. I coughed and apologized to that strange man for all the bad
      • things that I had done. He laughed loudly while I still could feel the knife in my neck. I can’t
      • remember anything else. The next morning I found myself lying on the street. I would like to
      • know if it was really a dream or not, but I am sure I will never bother anyone else.
      • I t was an ordinary day in Liverpool. Michael went out to pick up the post and there was a
      • letter with an old stamp for him. Michael was surprises when he saw the letter. It said, “
      • Tomorrow, your friend Peter will be killed.” Michael thought it was just a joke.
      • The following day, he received another letter with the same stamp. The letter had a photo of his
      • friend Peter decapitated and the message said, “ You are the next one.” He got very nervous,
      • he didn’t know what to do. He was definitely frightened…
      • The following morning, Peter who had played a joke on Michael decided to visit his friend. He
      • wanted to tell him the truth, but it was too late. When Peter came in to his friend’s house, he
      • found Michael lying dead on the floor. The pathologist said that he had suffered a heart
      • attacked caused by anxiety.
      • Since that day, Michael’s ghost wanders the world persecuting people who play practical jokes
      • on others. BE CAREFUL!!!!!
      • Everyday I listened noised in my bedroom. I thought it was only my imagination, but it
      • wasn’t. On day I was sleeping in my bed when I heard something fall on the floor. I
      • got up and lit the lamp. Suddenly, a ghost appeared in front of me. I couldn’t believe it!
      • The ghost shouted at me and I ran away. I was very scared and I started to cry. Then, I
      • felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my mother! I told her I had seen a ghost in my
      • bedroom, she just hugged me and we went to sleep again.
      • The following week, I heard noises again in my bedroom. I decided not to be afraid of the
      • ghost any more when I saw it again. That night the ghost threw a rag doll on the floor and
      • I lit the lamp. I saw it- it was very strange, little and white. I realized that it was actually a
      • little girl. I was very surprised when she said, “ Do you want to play with me?” I kept quiet
      • and she said, “I’m lost, can you help to return?” So I went to open the window. That night
      • it snowed, so a cold wind and some snow came in though the window. When I turned
      • back, the ghost girl had disappeared. I felt relieved, although the room was cold and dark.
      • Since then, when I come in my bedroom on the 31st of October, I find the rag doll on the
      • floor.
      • Everything happened two years ago. I went to Cazorla with some friends. We stayed at
      • a camping. One of the nights (31th October). We were around a little bonfire and we
      • were talking horror stories. Shortly after, we went to the tent because it was very late. I
      • was sleeping when I heard a noise near my tent. I left the tent to see who was making
      • this terrible noise. I was cold and a little frightened. Suddenly, I felt as if someone was
      • behind me, chasing me. Therefore, I escaped from the camp.
      • I kept on running for ten minutes and I got to a road, the so-called route 13.Suddenly, a
      • black car stopped in front of me. The man who was driving asked me what I was doing
      • there in the middle of the night and if I didn’t have a car, I could go with him to the
      • nearby city. I said I was walking and I was fine. He smiled darkly and then another
      • man, who I didn’t notice was there, came out and forced me to go in the car. I cried and
      • fought, but finally he won and achieved his purpose.
      • I got nervous and scared when I saw that the car was stained of blood. There was blood
      • in all over the car. I wanted to get out and run, but the door was locked. I asked them
      • where we were going but they didn’t answer my question. I t was as if there wasn’t
      • anyone there.
      • I tried to open the door again, but it was impossible. I t was shut. At that moment, I could
      • see two or three black rubbish bags and a lot of blood all around. I was so terrified that I
      • broke the window with my feet and jumped from the speeding car. I fell over and I
      • thought I had broken my right arm, but I wanted to go back to the camping site, so I ran
      • as fast as I could.
      • The sun was rising as I got at the camp. My friends didn’t believe me when I told them
      • what happened. I couldn’t believe it either. The next few days, I slept with María –my
      • best friend, since I couldn’t sleep alone.
      • Two months later, the police found twelve or more dead girls near the camp. They said
      • that the girls were tortured and then someone chopped the victims’ bodies into pieces
      • with an axe and buried then there. The bodies were in some black rubbish bags. I
      • thought immediately of the men who tried to kidnap me.