Horror Story
Everything began
sixty years ago, on October 31. My grandfather was walking down the Grand
Avenue at nine p.m.
The city was deserted at that time because all
children were preparing their costumes for the Halloween night and people were
resting at home helping their sons.
But this day my grandfather had from the work one hour
later because his boss had asked. He would go home down the Great Avenue doing
more way because he liked to look at the showcases, but this day he decided to
cut across the Shades of Death Road to arrive
early at home when he saw a short man behind him at ten meters. He thought it could
be a child and he kept going.
He passed next to a doll shop that he had never seen
before and he stopped for a moment. The lights were on, he looked back just for
a moment and there wasn’t no one and suddenly the lights turned off, he looked
back again and he saw the kid and two small ladies looking at him at the end of
the street.
He began to run and the lights were turning off at the
same time that my grandfather passed next to it, and when he thought no one was
following him, he suddenly found a small lady in front of him; she seemed as a
doll of the showcase he had seen before. She was quiet and calm, and as soon as
she made a step, a hungry black cat jumped on her. My grandfather ran again the
faster he could, listening a lot of steps behind him and girls laughing so
loud.
When he arrived home, his little brothers dressed, one
of dead child, the other one of death and her youngest sister disguised of
living doll, made him a scare prank. My grandfather was so frightened that he
tripped, fell down and he fainted.
When he woke up the next day he thought it was a
nightmare, but when he turned on the TV to see the news, they were explaining a
terrible news that a child had died under strange circumstances in the corner
between the Great Avenue and Shades of Death Road. He couldn’t believe it. The
kid was wearing the same clothes that the child of the nightmare.
He turned the TV off when his brothers came into the
living room and they explained him the scary joke that they made him.
After the breakfast he decided to go to this strange
street and clarify everything and when he was walking he saw the black cat, next
to the dustbin, dead.
He kept walking and searching for the doll shop but it
had disappeared. And then he saw a lot of people looking at the police around
the corner with a body in a bag and a doll as police evidence.
In this story the alarm didn’t sound, it wasn’t just a
bad dream, it is a real story.
NEREA FERREIRO
1 BATX B
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