Creepy Stories 1st year Bachillerato BC IES Saavedra Fajardo Murcia
THE MYSTERIOUS TREE HOUSE Beatriz Castiñeyra Córcoles Andrea Alonso Fernández
Everything started on a cold winter morning. A happy family decided to rent an enormous rural house on the outskirts of the city to spend Christmas there with the whole family. Emily and Joe, the parents, communicated the decision to their children, Gin and Nick. They were happy to think of being with the family all in the same house but Nick was a little disappointed with the news because his birthday was soon and he wanted to celebrate it with his friends, in the city. A few weeks later, everyone started packing to go to settle down in the house. The first thing that caught the attention of the children was a small house situated on the top of the biggest tree in the garden. They left their luggage and ran to see the inside of that tree house. At midnight, while Nick was sleeping, a powerful light entered directly through his room window. He looked and saw that the light came from the tree house. He thought they had left some lantern on and he woke up his sister to go to turn it off. On the way to the tree, they began to hear very strange noises, it seemed like there was someone inside the house. Very terrified, they started to climb but when they arrived at the door, the light suddenly went out. Nevertheless, they entered to investigate. After some searching,
Gin looked inside a box of a lamp thinking that the light had come from there, but she found an old letter which said: “I have enjoyed all these years next to you but I cannot continue with this, I am going to finish everything” It had an address, which led them to a nearby lake that the children themselves had seen in the car on the way to the house. It suddenly began to pour. After reading the letter, they returned horrified to their bedrooms. Gin couldn’t sleep, like other nights, because of the noisy storm. The light of the lightnings passed through the window, so Ginebra decided to go to sleep with her brother. The next day they got up early and decided to go to the place that the letter mentioned. They went into the wood. They walked for a long time until they found a beautiful lake. It wasn’t too deep. Then, they realised that they had wasted their time looking for any clues inside and around the lake because although they searched a lot, they didn’t find anything. Therefore, they decided to return home. On their way back, Gin saw two keys holding on a branch. She caught the keys too excitedly and she kept them in her pocket. That same afternoon they started searching for something that could be opened by the keys at the tree´s house, but unfortunately they didn’t find anything. They got tired and stopped searching but they wanted to know where the keys came from. In spite of the fact that they did not want to tell it to their parents, they did it in order to get help. Their parents thought that it would be a kids game and told them to solve the riddle alone. The days passed and they kept looking until they surrendered. On Nick´s birthday, Emily and Joe told their children they had found a shed in the basement but there was a door with a huge lock and that they hadn’t been given the keys. The children ran down to the basement, the key got in the lock! They were very intrigued and excited, and when they opened the door, there was the surprise… All Nick’s friends had prepared a surprise birthday party! Their friends had been the ones who left each of the clues. Nick and Gin enjoyed the party a lot. Nick´s best friend had had the idea. When the party ended, Nick asked his best friend Leo how he had had this fantastic idea. He also asked how he had written that letter as the handwriting was perfectly achieved. Leo seemed bewildered and said: “What letter, Nick? I didn’t write any letter” So… Was there really a mystery to solve in that house?
Souls Carla Carrasco Pujol María Gómiz Guirao Day 1 I woke up in a dark room without another light than a candle. I have heavy chains on my ankles and wrists; my arms are bloody because of the chains. I don’t know who has me here or where I am. I have heard voices outside the room and I have found this diary. I can hear steps closer and closer to the door. I have to stop writing. I will hide the diary somewhere. Day 2 I hid the diary between two bricks placed on a wall on the other side of the small room. Yesterday, after I had hidden the diary, a really strange man walked into the room. He seemed like a doctor, white a robe and really greasy hair. He told me that I must do whatever he says if I want to go back home. Day 3 Today the strange doctor came back, he was carrying a tiny glass bottle on his hand. The stopper was black and really old. I automatically assumed that he was going to poison me. But when I could see the content, I saw little lights moving inside. He forced me to drink it. Then he left the room without saying a word. Day 4 I don’t know what was inside that bottle but it can’t be good. I’m sweating a lot, like if I had the flu, and I can hear voices in my head. I don’t know what they are saying, but I’m scared. I haven’t seen the doctor. Day 5 I’m transforming. Those voices have been telling me their names. I cannot sleep, I can only hear them. Zodiac, Isabel Bathory, Peter Kürten and a lot more names. I don’t know anything about the doctor yet. Day 6 I have a huge desire to kill. I’m nervous. All that voices are whispering their stories to me. I can’t handle this anymore. The voices are telling me that soon it will be time, but they don’t tell me for what. I’m considering suicide. The doctor has appeared today. He only told me: "“My masterpiece is taking shape”. I don’t know what he wanted to say with that but I’m scared. Day 7 I am no longer myself. Now I am part of all of them. Today I’m going to be free and I will kill. Now I know what these voices and lights in the bottle, that little by little have possessed me, were. They were souls.
Rubén Cuenca Martínez Andrés Noguera Cortés It was the Wednesday night of October before the holiday weekend of All Saints’ Day. Some friends and I had met up at the library next to my friend’s house in the city center in order to study for a hard exam we were going to take next week. In addition, my parents had gone to Madrid for the weekend, so lucky me that I could be alone and study in peace… Or that was at least what I had thought … After we had finished studying, we all went to our homes. It was in fact really late by that time and it was freezing, so I wanted to get home as soon as possible although it would still take me around an hour. As I walked to the bus stop, the thought about how strange that night was crossed my mind. It seemed to be just a normal night, but it was not at all. There was a strong wind that nearly made you not be able to walk; the moon was full, and not even the tons of layers of clouds that covered the ghostly sky were able to stop the moonlight get through and illuminate the dark spooky scenery of the city that, weirdly, was empty of people. All in a sudden, something gave me a shiver down my spine. I looked at my watch and decided to walk faster because there was only one last bus left that could take me home. I got to the bus stop just at the same time as the bus. It looked dreadful, like if nobody had serviced that bus for decades. Then I took a seat and tried to relax. I did not notice at first, but there was a very old terrifying woman who was staring at me at the back seats of the bus. She was actually the only passenger on the bus apart from me. I looked through the window and discovered that as the bus was approaching my house, which is quite far from the center of the town, the surrounding scene of the city was getting creepier, a secene from another world. The atmosphere had a ghostly dark-purple look although it was midnight; that was terrific, and I had not seen a single person apart from that woman since I was at the library. And just in a moment, it started pouring a heavy rain that I had not seen in my entire life. After that, the bus stopped and the bus driver, who looked completely insane, told both the woman and me to get off the bus because it had broken, maybe because of the rain and the condition of the bus. I was still fifteen minutes far from home so I started to run while I was looking back and I saw that the woman was still standing under the rain, watching me going away. Still five minutes far from my house. There was not a single person in the streets but I started to hear footsteps approaching me, like if someone was following me. But those footsteps were not from a normal person, they sounded like hollow footsteps produced by the contact of bones hitting the ground. Everything was so surreal. At that point I really wondered if I had gone insane and I could not answer
my question; I was completely freaked out because of absolutely everything. The clock of a nearby church struck half past twelve. At that instant it stopped raining and I also stopped running, and although I had the feeling that someone was following me, I did not take a look around. I eventually got home and I was amazed to see my neighbor at his front door. I had never been so delighted to see him. And at that moment everything seemed to have stopped. Finally, I opened the front door of my home and entered. I thought it had been the worst hour of my life. Later that night, I went to sleep as I was completely exhausted, but I could not sleep at all‌ like if something from that night, maybe the stress, maybe the fear, was still disturbing me. The next morning I woke up relaxed and with a feeling of comfortableness, thinking that it had just been a bad night. But all those nice feelings completely disappeared when I looked at my desk. There it was my phone, unlocked, showing an image from my gallery. The picture was a photo taken from above me while I was sleeping. It showed also half of the hand of an elderly woman. After that, I went out of my house running as fast as I had never run before and once out I saw my neighbor, again, in front of his house. He asked me how I was, offering me his help if I needed something as he had seen me stressed out last night. So I asked him if I could stay at his house for the rest of the week until my parents arrived because I did not want to be home alone. He, then, asked me why I had said that I was going to be alone if I was with my grandmother‌ I, a little bit confused, told him that I had not seen my grandmother for two years, so why would he say that? Finally, he asked me that if so, who the old woman walking behind me last night was. Nowadays, I still do not know what happened that night. Even when I came back home, the picture was still there and I ended up calling the police. The description that my neighbor had given to the police about the woman he saw walking behind me that night was just the same as the description of the old woman of the bus. However, I have not seen that old woman again and I hope I will not see her in my entire life. It was the most frightening experience of my life.
The Woman in the Mirror Lola Campillo Nadal Marta CorbalĂĄn Soler I had been living in a rented house in the surroundings of London for some months. It was a beautiful Victorian house. When I moved in, there were not any mirrors anywhere, the landlord did not mention anything about this fact but I found it really strange. One day while I was cleaning the house I found a mirror in the basement, it was the only mirror I could find while I lived there. It was quite nice, I cleaned it and put it in the hall, so I did not have to buy one. At that time I was going out with a guy, his name was William, I rented the house with the idea of living there the two of us, but William had to move in after me because he was working for MSF in Africa. William said there was something in the house that disturbed him a bit; he does not like old houses, but I really liked it, so he gave in and came to live with me. The night he came back from Africa we went out for dinner in a really fancy restaurant in London centre to celebrate he was back, and came back home really late. When William got into the house, his face got really pale and with a look of fright he said there was someone in the house and thet it really looked like a ghost. I thought he had drunk too much and he was just out of his mind, so we went to sleep, trying to pretend nothing happened. The following days were really normal, nothing weird. William remembered what had happened that night with the mirror, but he supposed he had seen that “thingâ€? because he was really drunk, as I did. Weeks passed by. We thought we would live there for a long time, we were really happy with the neighbourhood and with how close to London and to our works we were. As I said before William is a doctor, sometimes he has to work at nights or even stay at the hospital an entire day. One day he ended up staying at the hospital until two in the morning, he came back home really late so I was already sleeping. I usually wait for him, but that day we had a fight; I was not in the mood and thought he would stay all night in the hospital. Then something woke me up, I heard a loud noise downstairs and went there to see what had happened. William was lying on the floor unconscious with the same expression he had the day we went out for dinner and, strangely, the mirror was broken. I called for an ambulance. William was fine, he had only fainted, but he did not want to go back to that house. I did not want to come back neither, there was something really macabre in that mirror. I called some friends, they helped me move
out. William rented a flat in the centre of London, so it would be even a better place to live. We only went back there to give the keys back to the landlord. One of the neighbours we were friends of, his name was Eric, asked us why did we had moved. I was not quite sure of telling him the real story but William did. He invited us to his house to drink some tea and speak about something that we had to know, he told us the real story of the house. Eight murders had taken place at our house. The first owner of the house was a rich man in the nineteenth century, he had seven wives and all seven had died in the house. He had killed them in many grotesque ways. It is said he was a necrophilic so he hid her dead bodies in the basement. This man had a black slave. As he abused all the women that lived in that house, she wasn’t a exception; the man also killed her. Shortly after killing his slave, the man died and the neighbours found seven of the dead bodies and a mirror in the basement but they never found the body of the slave, so it is believed that, as she was dying, she cursed the mirror with her soul to protect the women that came after her and also cursed the man with the souls of the women he had killed. The man had died, then, because of that curse. We came back home really concerned about that story. We believed the story because when the mirror broke, William and I had a fight and even if it was a coincidence, it would be a really strange coincidence. Some time after, we found Eric in Candem. We ate together, he had many things to tell us. Eric had also moved from the neighbourhood. He was really scared about everything that had to do with the old house. Some of the neighbours had seen a woman getting into the house and walking around the neighbourhood. The landlord believed it was a squatter and even the police investigated the house but there wasn’t anyone living there or sneaking in, and only men had seen the strange women. Eric believed it was the ghost of the slave. He wasn’t really sure about moving to another place, but one of the neighbours suddenly died and no one could find out the cause of his death. This neighbour had been in jail for sexual abuse and had recently got out. The day he died, the police had received a report of a case of harassment to a 27 years old woman. This convinced Eric to get out of that neighbourhood even though he would not do anything to any women. He was scared that the “ghost” would become crazy and people would start to die in strange conditions. The neighbourhood started to appear on TV. There were many cases of strange faints of men. And the woman kept walking every night, as she was searching for someone, but only men could see her. Everyone started to move out there. At the moment there isn’t anyone left in that neighbourhood, it’s just like a ghost neighbourhood. It is said that the ghost of the slave is still somewhere in that neighbourhood, trying to get revenge and “protect” women.
The Hospital José María Lorca Lorente David Sánchez Gil I still remember those days. Unfortunately, they are locked in my mind
and I can’t get rid of them. I keep remembering them again and again. But, why are these memories so dreadful?. Let me tell you my story.
It all happened fifty years ago. My father got seriously ill and I had to visit him twice a week for six months. While visiting my father I got to know a young boy who held the same interests as me. After some months we became good friends. His name was Peter. One day, I spent the whole morning with my father and, suddenly, Peter entered my room and told me that an old man had been murdered in the hospital.
During the evening I was still at the hospital with Peter. We were talking about the mysterious crime that had happened in the hospital . One of the patients , an old man who had been injured in a car accident , was found dead because someone had stabbed him when no one was looking. The oficial report was that the man had tried to kill himself. Nevertheless, Peter and I quickly figured out who had killed the poor old man. Both of us agreed that a doctor called Paul was the murderer as he was behaving strangely. But nobody would believe us unless we could prove it.
As a result we invested all of our time to find something that clearly showed that we were on the right way. At first it seemed impossible but at the end we found what we wanted. A scalpel with blood which was inside the doctor`s rubbish. However, we still lacked the reason why he had killed the old man. It just happened that we were able to come across a person who was able to tell the truth about the doctor´s career and the fact that Paul had been stealing money from the hospital for many years, besides the information that the old man had spotted out: Paul was stealing money. Therefore, he needed to be sure that the stupid old man would not destroy his career and he would try to kill him when they were alone, which was highly likely to happen.
We went to the police station and we explained the police everything in detail and Dr Paul was arrested. He seemed really nervous and he tried to defend himself saying that the person to blame was the ghost of a boy who wanted to destroy his career as he couldn´t save his life a few years ago. Owing to all those stupid things he said, the police thought he was mad and decided to move him into a special place to try to help him. I was over the moon, I had discovered a criminal. However, what the police officer told me after that, made me feel an incredible fright. He just told me: ‘It’s quite impressive the fact that you have arrested a dangerous criminal ON YOUR OWN’.
A TERRIBLE DISCOVERY Paula Fernández Molina José Ignacio Gálvez Sánchez Once upon a time, a boy was walking into the woods. He got lost and he tried to find the way to return, but he didn´t get it. It was a Halloween night, the sky was dark, the woods were lonely, and he started to feel fear. His mobile phone was out of coverage, so he couldn´t call anyone. Suddenly, it started raining. He run as fast as he could and found an abandoned mansion. The house was old: the windows and doors were broken. At first, the house intimidated him, but he decided to hide there. Once he was there, he inspected all the rooms. He opened a door which took him to a great room. A flock of bats ran off and he heard a sinister music from inside. He found courage to get into, but he actually felt terrified when he saw a man sitting on a chair. The boy got calm after that man told him the way to return. When he arrived home, he searched the name of the mansion. He was petrified when he read the news: “Mr Smith and his family murdered in their house”. The news was thirty years old. He felt really confused. He tried to tell his friends, but they didn´t believe him. He knew what he had seen was real, not a dream. That Halloween was the most terrifying night of his life.
The Mind Hell Pilar Fuentes Mateos Marta Saura Manzanera It was the end of the summer, we were at an astonishing moment of our
lives; we were going to get married. She was the woman of my life and I could not wait to be his husband. My friends had prepared a stag night for me. The trip was incredible but I could not get her out of my mind.
When the plane landed in London, I immediately went to her house. The waiting had been never-‐ending. Finally, I met her but I felt really disappointed. She seemed distant and cold. I did not understand anything. I went out of her house and I started reconsidering everything.
I was concerned about my fiancé; It was clear that something was wrong. The next few weeks I could not sleep, eat or work at all. Besides, I argued with my immediate family, I was laid off my work and she did not answer my calls. I would have done everything to keep my cool, something inside me wanted to escape…
On the wedding´s day she called me apologizing for her behavior. She admitted cheating on me. In spite of my anger, I listened to her calmly. With tears in her eyes, she asked me to forgive her. We finally compromise to solve it after the wedding and I hung up. From that moment I became another person. A devil took control of my decisions, I was going to explode.
I took my mother´s submachine gun and I walked to the church. Everybody was ready for the ceremony and when she started coming to the altar something inside me could not wait anymore…
I killed her quickly and my freedom started. As I could not leave the church quickly, I started killing everybody there, I had never enjoyed anything like that.
Two minutes later I could hear the blood dripping behind my steps….
Adrián Cobo Pablo Martínez
This story started in a windy Halloween evening. Five friends decided to play videogames instead of disguising and going trick or treating. They stayed at Michael´s house and they were playing a scary game that Michael had downloaded the day before. The first person to play the game was Michael, he died after forty minutes of game because he dis not like spooky games and was playing quite carefully. Then it was Ruben´s turn. They hate when he plays games because it is quite difficult to kill him, he is a good player. When Alex started playing he died just a few seconds later, he was the opposite to Ruben. Adrian refused to play, he preferred to finish the sandwich he had stolen to Alex. Finally it was Paul´s turn, he was a bad loser at games and got angry easily; he was focus to not be caught by the zombies of the game but inevitably he ended up dead. The fury invaded his body and he smashed the controller into the screen. Michael started shouting at him while the other guys were laughing in the back. Suddenly a lightning hit the house. The house was in silence and there was a blackout. The guys were frightened to their bones, but the worst was to be discovered. The zombies of the game started to get out from the screen. Screaming, the guys ran away from the house. They had to do something so they put what they knew about the game into practice: always aim for the head and run faster than they do. They noticed that zombies respawned so they believed switching off the wi-fi will slow down the zombies spawn, as it happened in the game when the connection failed. They called it a ‘lag’. Full of courage the guys entered to the house again to switch off the wi-fi. They killed the zombies in the living room with tools from the garden while Alex turned off the wi-fi. Alex tried to regroup with the rest of the guys but a zombie jumped on him. Ruben saw it but it was to late for him... Now the zombies were respawning very slow and they could go back to Michael´s room, where the anomaly was. They tried to disconnect the console from the socket but it turned into a giant monster. They escaped from the house again and hid around. The Monster was chasing them but they hid well. Michael realised the off button was in the chest of the monster. He found a football in the bush he was hiding. Michael, who is a great football player, called the monster attention. He prepared for what will be the most important shoot of his life. He waited until the monster was close enough, aimed and shot. The ball hit the button and the monster dissapeared leaving the console on the floor. All was normal again, apart from the fact that they had lost their friend. Then, they saw a boy coming out from the house. It was Alex. Suddenly Michael heard a voice saying “Michael, Michael”. Michael found himself on his bed. Michael´s mother was in the room saying that it had been a nightmare. Michael sighted and thanked all had ended. Later in the evening, when he had finished doing homework, he decided to play some videogames. When he switched on the console something strange appeared in the screen: “I’m not a nightmare”.
Red Lights Javier Mazza Martín Mario Ruiz-‐Erans Lorca.
I´m confused. I can only remember the moment when I woke up in this strange place; It was so dark and wet that at first I could not see anything, any way out, no doors, no windows, nothing at all. After a while, I got to see something: there where two red lights over a door. The door was closed, but at least I had somewhere to escape through. I tried to break the door, but it didn´t work. I tried to ask for help, but nobody came. There was only one option: sit down and wait. I lost the track of time; maybe hours, or just minutes had passed. While I was waiting, I couldn´t take my eyes off of those lights; there was something in them I didn´t like. And, then, the door suddenly opened. I was horrified because, in that instant, I realized. The two red lights that I had been looking at were, in fact, two big red eyes.
Silent Hills
Juan Anca Alpiste Oliver Stephano Linares Not long ago in a small town surrounded by mountains lived a boy named
Sam who lived with his father in a house on the outskirts of the city, the father was tall, strong and generally serious. The father did not have to impose many rules on his son but when he did, the son had to follow them without exceptions. One of them was that when there was a full moon Sam had to go to sleep very early, just before the end of the day. Sam had never understood this rule so one day, when he was sixteen years old and felt much safer, he decided to ask his father about that rule. His father gave him confusing answers. Sam, very angry at the little information his father had given to him, decided to go out on a full moon night. Once the night arrived, he left his room with much fear because he had never broken his father's rules. At first, he did not see anything; his father was not in his room and the house was completely in the dark. After a while, he heard a weak sound from the outside, so he went out to the porch and there he heard the heartbreaking cries of someone on the roof. Sam did not know what was going on so he decided to go up to see what was happening. Once there, what he saw left him breathless. There was no one on the roof, not a mouse, insect, nothing or no one. Sam could not explained what had made such scary noise, but suddenly he began to see something strange in the darkness, a strange glow, so he decided to go nearer to verify what it was. When he was near, someone with a steel hand grabbed him from the wrist and threw him against the floor. For a few moments he managed to realise that the person who had thrown him was no one but his father, who was looking terrified at him. Then everything happened so fast that he hardly saw him shooting his father. He was sort of deformed, with one big red eye and huge teeth. To his surprise his father seemed to have been unconscious due to the coup, but the creature was no longer centered on his father, now focused on him, and before he realised, the creature pushed Sam and he fell off the roof breaking his shoulder. At that momento Sam only thought of running and did not care for the burning pain of his arm and kept running and running until he was exhausted. When the sun began to come out behind the mountains. He felt the body too numb and tired. I did not remember quite well that had happened last night, but Sam had left. I ran out to look for him throughout the house and, while I was there, I decided to leave to look for him in the forest, wishing not to find
anything because I knew that it would be nothing good. But my pleadings were not heard. In front of me there was a small mountain of bones along with pieces of clothes scraps. They were Sam's clothes. Nothing I had done in the last sixteen years had helped. He had died, just like my wife. We should have left when there was time but could not leave that monster loose. Nothing I had done had worked, it was time to surrender, to die.
THE SCARY NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN Juan Carlos Guillamón Muñoz Francisco Javier Martínez Soler Daniel Pellicer Alcaraz
Two years ago, on Halloween´s day, Daniel, Javier and me, Juan Carlos, met. First we would go trick or treating and later we would go to Daniel’s house to see some scary movies but that night it turned to be very different… At 8:00 am, we went to the houses that are in Daniel’s neighborhood and we got so many candies. Every year we think about going to an abandoned house but this year we were convinced to ring the bell.
We had arrived in front of the house when suddenly it started to rain.We entered in the house and we started to hear weird sounds but we weren't worried. At that moment we didn’t see anyone. We were investigating through the house when we discovered a weird room were there was not anything. There was only a “Ouija” board in the center of the room. Juan Carlos thought to play “Ouija” and we decided to play because it was Halloween and we wanted to live a memorable experience but it did not come out as we expected. When we were playing “Ouija”, Daniel began to hear strange sounds, and he asked us if we were hearing that but we did not. Later Daniel began to feel bad and repently he started to say weird things. Javier and I were so scared then Daniel began to shout and we decided to close the “Ouija” After that we went out of the house. Apparently everything was okay but it was not real, Daniel was strange. He had a different shine in his eyes and after that day he would never be the same person.
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