Urban myths5TH YEAR

Urban myths 5TH YEAR

Urban myths are scary stories spread by word of mouth. They are part of contemporary folklore which sometimes are changed as they are retold. This time the students of 5th year wrote their own stories based on urban myths. They are full of suspense, terror and fear. Enjoy them!

Los mitos urbanos son historias de miedo que se difunden de boca en boca. Son parte del folclore contemporáneo que a veces se modifican a medida que se vuelven a contar. En esta ocasión los alumnos de 5º año escribieron sus propias historias basadas en mitos urbanos. Están llenas de suspenso, terror y miedo ¡Disfrútalas!

JEFF THE KILLER

> FACUNDO AGUIAR (Teens)

After weeks of murders, James, the detective, decided to investigate the murders in the forest.

He used to have a partner who was a detective, too but unfortunately, he was mur-

dered while he was investigating a boy who

murdered people. During the investigation, he was killed and James' theory was that the

same killer was the one who killed his friend and the one who had committed all the other crimes in the forest.

James went where the police found his friend's body mutilated, but when he got into

the house he heard the door closed behind him. He looked back and saw a boy with white skin

and a knife with blood. The killer looked at James, he smiled and said: “Go to sleep”.

RUFINA

> ABRIL FANDIÑO (Teens) Alejo, a seventeen-year-old boy, liked

to tell horror stories to people and didn't fear spirits. He always walked on the streets of

Vicente Lopez to arrive at school every day. One day, on a corner of Vicente Lopez he

saw a girl. She was so cute that he felt very ner-

vous and got away from there. Next day, he passed by again and this time, she asked him if he wanted to have a coffee with her in the afternoon but he must pick her up at her house. He accepted with a super smile. Later, he went to her house and her mother received him very surprised. He asked her about her daughter and

she told him that her daughter had died from leukaemia. She was in the Recoleta cemetery.

In the end, he believed the lady. He ran

home with fear and decided that he would never tell horror stories again and he wouldn’t pass by that street in his life.

> LAUTARO ARRISCAL (Teens)

Last month, I had a paranormal situation. I was walking around the Recoleta Ceme-

tery when I saw a pretty woman with a white

dress. I invited her for a coffee, she surprisingly accepted and we talked a lot. Her name was Rufina Cambaceres. She was a 19-year-old girl who lived near the cemetery. We finished the coffee and we went to the bus stop. She was cold so I gave her my jacket. Then, I took the bus to my house. Next morning I got up and turned on the TV. I was pale when I saw the title in the News “Coffin was found open in the Recoleta

cemetery”. The coffin was from Rufina Cambaceres and the only clue about the thief was

ONE MORE VICTIM OF THE LADY IN WHITE

a jacket, my jacket.

> LUDMILA LESCANO (Teens) When I was young, I used to visit my family in Corrientes, Argentina. I remember that I used to talk with my grandma in the

middle of the night about a famous legend

there, The Pombero. This was always a legend that I loved because one part of me didn’t believe in that, so I just had fun listening to it. I grew up knowing that The Pombero was

an elf which was really bad when people anno-

yed him. Old people would say that The Pom-

bero mostly appeared in the afternoon or in the middle of the night, when everyone was sleeping. If you don’t and you are playing outside by that time, he would kidnap you and kill you, or just make you live a bad moment.

At the age of 13, I visited my family in Corrientes. One day I went to my friend’s house, it was getting late so I had to come back to my grandma's house. I was walking alone when I

noticed there wasn’t much light on the street

so I was a little scared. I focused on walking faster but I stopped. Suddenly I heard a noise, it was a whistle. At that moment I remembered all the stories that my grandma used to tell me, and I remembered that The Pombero casually would do that at night. So I started to walk faster, but that whistle was closer each time. I stopped and I heard the whistle behind me, so I didn’t want to turn around. I could see on the

street a little shadow, it was the shape of a little

man with really long arms. At that moment I knew that it was The Pombero's shape. I could feel that he was really angry because he jumped on me, but I started to run really fast without looking back because I knew he was following me.

I was running when I saw my grandma's

house, so I ran faster and I opened the door. I started to call my grandma, who was upstairs.

She came to me and she asked me what was going on, and I told her everything and how

THE POMBERO

afraid I was.

THE LOBIZÓN

> AYLEN FERNANDEZ (Teens)

My mother told me that where she lived,

my grandfather's friend was the seventh child

of a family of farmers. They lived not far from my mother's farm. She told me she could see her turned into a Lobizon. Many times she would go to my mother's farm to scare the animals, she even killed pigs and cows. My grandfather, who was already tired of their animals being killed, waited one night with a shotgun for the Lobizon to appear. That night, he showed up and my grandfather shot him so many times that he ran out of ammunition. The Lobizon ran away but was wounded. The next day she found out that her

friend had died and they organized a funeral

for her. My grandfather attended the funeral, but he noticed something. His friend was

injured by shotgun shots, there he realized what had happened.

Days later, they went to visit her at the cemetery, but they were surprised to see her

tomb empty. They looked for her everywhere but they never found her again.

THE DEMONIC ANGEL

> AYLEN ZURITA (Teens)

This story started in the middle of the sixteenth century when a witch called Martina

said that she had an angel who protected her.

Martina’s mother had died when she was born but nobody knew that she was a witch and that Martina had inherited her powers. Her last words were that a man, without a face and with

a red tie, would protect her.

Three years later, Lautaro, her father, started to have problems with drugs and alcohol. Therefore, Martina felt alone but her angel

called Slenderman played with her all the time, every day.

At the age of seven, Martina told her father about Slenderman but he didn’t believe her because he thought it was a game. He got angry and shouted, "YOU ARE CRAZY LIKE YOUR MOTHER!" After that, Martina cried for hours in her room. The little girl thought she was crazy until her sixteenth birthday. Slenderman took

her to the forest where he gave her a present.

He took his scarf off her eyes and she saw her mother. He told her that her mother was a witch and she was one, too. Martina could not believe what had happened so she told

everything to her only friend, Georgina, who reported her to the police.

Finally, the police burned her in front of

all the people. Her ashes turned into sunflowers because she was a person without evil.

Her last words were that a man, without a face and with a red tie, would protect her.

ENRIQUE OCAMPO DEATH SENTENCE

> JUAN CRUZ COCIMANO (Adults)

Enrique Ocampo shot at Felicitas, and

then he shot again. He went away, to get shelter. Her neighbours heard 2 shots. So the

story that started to spread around the neighbourhood was that someone killed her and

then the assassin killed themself. But there wasn't anybody or signs of suicide. So it wasn't really clear what happened to the killer. The assassin was a young man called Enrique Ocampo. The plan turned out exactly how he planned it. He escaped from the crime scene, nobody had seen him since that day and now he was hidden in a field house 200 km away from Felicita's house. He was really

sorry about the murder, but it was too late.

That moment of anger and madness was going to pursue him for the rest of his life. Not only for him, but Guerrero's family was also devastated. He started to think about it.

The Guerrero's were a very rich and

powerful family of Buenos Aires, and they were going to take this matter seriously. Maybe they would hire some detectives or police officers to begin an important investigation. What would happen if they found him? Would he be sent to jail? For how long? Were they going to kill him? Those were the questions that travelled around Enrique's head. He only thought about that, he couldn't do anything else. He barely ate, he didn't take showers, and he didn't work. He only was sitting on his couch. Thinking about the day that he would be found. And the days passed, and he was get-

ting skinnier, with a powerful beard and a lot

of hair. And the days passed, and he was getting really sick. No eating, no movement, it started to affect his body and his health. And the days passed and he was still sitting on

that couch. He cried a lot and he started to beg for someone to find him. And the days passed, and nobody found him.

Nobody gave him what he deserved. But it was too late. Enrique was dead. The guilt, the blame and the pain flooded his brain and there was too much. Is it fair or not? Had he got what he deserved? Maybe yes, or maybe not, but it was too late. Enrique had his sen-

tence alive. And maybe the plan didn't work any well.

DANGEROUS INVITATIONS

> LUCIANA PAZOS CARBALLEDA (Adults)

A long time ago, three girls were doing a sleepover, all was going well until one of the girls suggested playing a game but not a common one, one to call spirits.

The game consisted of writing a name and descriptions of a person. Then, they had to put the paper in a glass while opening a

window as a sign of invitation to spirits. At first, the girls wrote the name of a friend who had died in an accident. They communicated with her for a bit and continued playing. They were having a great time, but suddenly, while

they were playing the wind closed the window and the glass broke.

The night after playing the game, the

girls started to see shadows in their dreams

and out of them. Two of the girls became so paranoid because of it that they had to be taken to a mental hospital. The third girl went to see spiritists and mediums to put an end on the matter but nothing was working. Until one night in her dreams, her late friend appeared and told her that the only way to end everything was giving the spirit something that they value. The following night, she opened the window. She

took a bracelet, at the exact same that the three

had, and put it in the glass with a paper with their names written on it. ...while they In the morning, she woke up without nightmares and she thought all it was over when were playing the she got the news that her two friends had died. wind closed the window and the glass broke.