Hi everybody, as usual, we are going to start this course with a writing contest.
All my students, regardless of their level, can take part and enter a Halloween story. As to voting..anyone following the blog can vote their favourite tale.
Here are the regulations:
The story will be submitted on this blog under this Halloween post, as a comment (you will need a Google account registration and a nick-password to "sign" your comments).
It cannot be longer than 10 lines and has to be creepy, spooky or related to Halloween.
The deadline for posting stories is 22nd October.
Once the submission period is over, I will provide another post/space on this blog for all of you (even those who didn't participate) to choose their favourite mini-story (by posting a comment indicating their preference).
Voting time will be from 23rd to 29th October.
Once we have the most voted story, the winner will read it to the class, be congratulated and given a little prize. Good luck and enjoy the contest!
43 comments:
Thanks for kicking off Carlos,
one thing...which group are you in?
If you guys write the level and group it will be easier for me to keep the record of who's participating :)
Monica
I'm sorry Monica, I forgot to write it down. I'm from the group advance 1ºB.
thanks Carlos...come on guys...don't be shy and participate :)
GRR GRR
Once quite happy she lived there, but suddenly decided to fly away.
Broken trees and houses on fire, by the people who hated her from the shire.
"Grr grr" heard them behind the wall, "grr grr" from upstairs to the hall.
"Grr grr", when crashed the pipe, "grr grr" at the last swipe.
Then the silence, then a shout... when the tortured black cat jumped out!
by the way I'm at A2-C
;)
great Jessica :). Yours is the first rhymed story ever on this contest :)
38Liia Lavinia Vesa (NA1D)
Halloween Storie:
A SPECIAL CLIENT
There was a stormy afernoon.Charlie hadn´t had a lot of clients that day, tired and upset he was wandering through the city waitting for someone to say "taxi"!
The weather get worse when sudenly he saw on the sidewalk a woman under the rain with a black coat.
The woman made a gesture and Charlie stoped the car.The strange woman came inside and almost wishpering she said " to the theatre please".While he was driving ,Charlie could see through the mirrow the woman´s face that looked very pale and sinister.When they arrived to the theatre the woman gave a little paper to Charile and she said that he has to go to her husband´s adress in order to charge the trip , and she got off the car very quickly.The taxidriver felt confused and angry and he decided to go and demand the money.
When he arrived to tje adress he saw a quite lonly house , in spite of that he decided to try.He rang the bell and an old man opened the door.Charlie explained him that he met his wife in the taxi and he wanted to be paid.In that moment the old man become very sad and he said that it was impossible because his wife died many years ago while she was playing in a performance... Then the taxidriver,while he was getting goose bumps , took out the little paper and showed it to the old man who said: I can´t belive it , it is her handwritting....
thanks for your contribution Liia :)
A long time ago in a village far away...
Aliens had settle down in the earth some months before october 31st, they began to do experiments with human beings. One day before Halloween, Daniel, one of the human being managed to scape, not knowing the infection he had.
The following day he became a zombie and he spread his disease across the village, those who wasn´t infected were terrified in their homes.
The day after halloween everybody was cured, the aliens gave a party and they announced that ,with their high knowledge about medicine, they had played a joke transforming people in zombies.
The next year the citizens dressed up as zombies, and that´s how Halloween started.
NA2 E
Uhmm… I’m sure you are wondering why I am so alone. Sitting here, facing an empty coffee cup. Well, It’s better being alone instead of keeping bad company. You know… It’s been lots of missing people in the city. The world is not a safe place anymore. Have you ever heard about the errant hypnotist? People say that monster and victim chat for a long time, face to face. Then, his eyes turn into deep black spheres. So cold. So empty. It is said you can’t hardly breathe or move. He controls you. Finally he asks “Are you ready for an errant life?” Then, both disappear without a trace. Why are you staring at me?,Was it interesting? Now you know why I’m so alone. Now, you are looking my deep dark eyes. I’ve been sincere. Now, you know that the spooky story is true. By the way, are you ready for an errant life?.
NA2b
She was a delicate girl in a brutal world. She was weird, with no color inside her eyes, only darkness. She didn´t have any friends. Or maybe nobody had ever tried to talk to her. But I would swear I saw a weak light in her eyes, some years ago, when she lighted a cigarette next to me. She seemed lost, like her head was full of dead ends. She had tattoos in her ankles. Tattoos in her back. Tattoos in her depths. There was something terribly visceral in each of her movements.
Sometimes I found myself thinking about that dark lonely girl. I think about trying to talk to her. Then I feel so guilty because I hadn’t done anything when I saw her lighting that cigarette, soaked in petrol.
Maybe the only problem with her was that she was the girl nobody would die for. Or killed for. Maybe she just needed some love. Like everyone does.
Halloween again. I’m getting ready for my 10th date with her. Like every October 31st. Since that one 10 years ago. After she lighted that fire, in front of me. Maybe I’m also dead. Or maybe we both are the alive, while all of you are dead.
Raquel Esteban A1 D
Have you ever dreamt about someone you don’t know but who constantly appears in your dreams? Have you ever woken up and doubted whether you had dreamt something or if it had actually happened?
This happened at a Halloween costume party after doing a Ouija board. When we checked the pictures we noticed all of them were blurry, but the one we took after doing it wasn’t. However, that picture was deeply terrifying: behind us we could see the shadow of another person. I knew this person, her face was familiar to me. She used to appear in my dreams. After that, I can't tell anything else. I don’t know if I’m dreaming. I can’t separate my nightmares from my life. I don’t know if this girl is just in my imagination.
Souls are free. It’s true. They are in your dreams while you are sleeping, going for you and making you mad. Do you know anything scarier than living in your own nightmares and not knowing where you actually are?
Miriam C. A2 E.
Sergio, Esg (ESG?), Ewe (Ewe?), Miriam...well done....now this has become a real contest :)
2 days left for posting guys..:)
Kate and her two best friends travelled to US for a University journey. They rented a room in a huge old wooden house, where were living any other students. The first evening they spend great time in a welcome party they prepared to meet the others. Nevertheless, while the loud music was playing, and all couples were dancing, Victoria noticed that there was a boy that didn’t move, he stood still and looked at Shen in a weird penetrating way. Vicky soon realized that were something odd in his attitude… It was 10 am and Victoria and Kate had just woken up when they decided to call Shen for having the breakfast together. They came into her bed, but there was nothing, they tried to find her in all the house round, but it was like if Shen had mysteriously disappeared. Vicky remembered the boy of the night before and told Kate to look in that strange boy’s room. They started knocking the door but no one replied. In silence, they opened it carefully. He was deeply asleep. Vicky founded it normal, so she was walking to the corridor when Kate’s face turned into a terrified expression. Shen was dead in the bathroom. She was nude, her fresh blood was running on the floor. She had a sticker in her mouth and her eyes were blood-curdling open.
Greatly scared, Kate and Victoria tried to alert the rest of the people there about the crime, but it was too late. The door had already shuttered and the boy had just woken up…
thanks "complicedelaley" this is getting gorier and gorier :)
group please? :)
Sandy and Mary always thought that the woman who lived opposite his grandmother was a witch and lived on a haunted house. Although her grandmother had told them she was not they decided to verify it.
They crossed the street and the door creaked behind them, they get goosebumps but that did not stop them, walked a long the corridor and entered on the first room. There they found a cauldron and many bottles with animals, blood and body parts. Then, they decided to enter on the library and between cobwebs they could see books to make potions. She is a Witch!! Sandy said.
Look at this photograph!!, Mary told. There are mum, our grandma and the witch riding a broom.
Oh no!!, Sandy said, our mum and our grandmother are also witches.
On that moment Mary realized and screamed: if they are witches, WE ARE ALSO WITCHES!!!!
Diego A1 D
Sandy and Mary always thought that the woman who lived opposite his grandmother was a witch and lived on a haunted house. Although her grandmother had told them she was not they decided to verify it.
They crossed the street and the door creaked behind them, they get goosebumps but that did not stop them, walked a long the corridor and entered on the first room. There they found a cauldron and many bottles with animals, blood and body parts. Then, they decided to enter on the library and between cobwebs they could see books to make potions. She is a Witch!! Sandy said.
Look at this photograph!!, Mary told. There are mum, our grandma and the witch riding a broom.
Oh no!!, Sandy said, our mum and our grandmother are also witches.
On that moment Mary realized and screamed: if they are witches, WE ARE ALSO WITCHES!!!!
Diego A1D
Joanne heard a deafening noise, and it seems that there was something on her bedroom. But... she was alone.
At this moment she understood that going to her hometown alone was not a good idea.
Then she took courage, swallowed last piece of omelet and went to the bedroom.
She opened the door and thousands of nauseating worms were climbing up the wall, and immediately afterward the ceiling started to melt and suddenly the floor split in a huge hole!
Joanne tried desperately to held onto the bed, but she couldn't... and finally she fell down into the hole.
Then, she opened her eyes and she realized that she made the omelet with hallucinogenic mushrooms.
Joanne heard a deafening noise, and it seems that there was something on her bedroom. But... she was alone.
At this moment she understood that going to her hometown alone was not a good idea.
Then she took courage, swallowed last piece of omelet and went to the bedroom.
She opened the door and thousands of nauseating worms were climbing up the wall, and immediately afterward the ceiling started to melt and suddenly the floor split in a huge hole!
Joanne tried desperately to held onto the bed, but she couldn't... and finally she fell down into the hole.
Then, she opened her eyes and she realized that she made the omelet with hallucinogenic mushrooms.
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Eduardo Gómez (NA2E)
A HALLOWEEN NIGHT STORY
When I was at school, the teacher had told us to write a little story about our fears.
I didn’t know what I could write about the theme, so I decided to go upstairs to the attic looking for some inspiration. I started to go up with decision, but suddenly I remembered the date October 31th and the terrific stories that my elder brother George told me about this night. I looked to the old clock of the wall. It was nine o’clock. My parents hadn’t arrived yet at home …and I was alone!. I made an afford and encouraged to open the attic door. The door opened with a creek and something ran away beneath my feet. I turned on the light as soon as I could while I was feeling a bit scary. A black enormous crockroach was running to hide in a corner. I sighed with some relax. Unfortunatelly, the light swichted off and a menacing darkness covered all. I felt as a blind touching the wall with my trembling hands looking for the door which had slamed on my face. Finally, I managed to open the door and ran downstairs so fast that I ended up falling down several steps. I heard a loud laugh in front of me. It was my brother who couldn’t stop laughing while he turned on the light.
Almudena NA2
A HALLOWEEN NIGHT STORY
When I was at school, the teacher had told us to write a little story about our fears.
I didn’t know what I could write about the theme, so I decided to go upstairs to the attic looking for some inspiration. I started to go up with decision, but suddenly I remembered the date October 31th and the terrific stories that my elder brother George told me about this night. I looked to the old clock of the wall. It was nine o’clock. My parents hadn’t arrived yet at home …and I was alone!. I made an afford and encouraged to open the attic door. The door opened with a creek and something ran away beneath my feet. I turned on the light as soon as I could while I was feeling a bit scary. A black enormous crockroach was running to hide in a corner. I sighed with some relax. Unfortunatelly, the light swichted off and a menacing darkness covered all. I felt as a blind touching the wall with my trembling hands looking for the door which had slamed on my face. Finally, I managed to open the door and ran downstairs so fast that I ended up falling down several steps. I heard a loud laugh in front of me. It was my brother who couldn’t stop laughing while he turned on the light.
Almudena NA2
It was Halloween's night. She had spent the evening with some friends, telling creepy stories near the graveyard. Stories about ghosts.
She didn't believe in ghosts...until that night.
When she was in her bed, she realized she had lost her favourite bracelet, probably near the graveyard.
That night she heard footsteps in her bedroom which stopped near her bedside table.
The next morning, when she was convincing herself that everything had been a nightmare, she saw a bloody bracelet on her bedside table. The bracelet she had lost in the graveyard last evening...
Noelia NA 2E
It was Halloween's night. She had spent the evening with some friends, telling creepy stories near the graveyard. Stories about ghosts.
She didn't believe in ghosts...until that night.
When she was in her bed, she realized she had lost her favourite bracelet, probably near the graveyard.
That night she heard footsteps in her bedroom which stopped near her bedside table.
The next morning, when she was convincing herself that everything had been a nightmare, she saw a bloody bracelet on her bedside table. The bracelet she had lost in the graveyard last evening...
Noelia NA 2E
Hi, Mónica. I´m sure you want to know more about me cause you are afraid of the character I was pretending to be. esg esmeralda. Now you can sleep tight.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, an ugly and stocky witch, was about to leave her castle with the firm intention of scaring the children of the surroundings that night. When she was preparing to take her flying broom to ride it and to leave flying, then realized that it was spoilt. Asking the rest of the witches for a spare broom to borrow, none of them could give her one.
Chuky, a good friend of hers gave her an idea. “Honey, ask one of your colleagues to take you on a two-seater broom to Finland, where Santa Claus lives, and steal the bobsled to that decrepit old man”. So they did as they were told and as soon as they arrived, Santa was beaten by them, and the leading actress of this story, stole his bobsled and left in a hurry in order to fulfill with her night duty.
After spending the whole night scaring children and parents, when it began to get light the witch left that way of transport on a roof, not before raping the nine reindeers, Rudolf included, that’s the reason of his red nose.
It was a winter night. It was so late, but I had to finish my English homework, therefore I was sat down in front of my computer thinking carefully and writing. Suddenly I heard a noise!
Uff it was only my grandmother sleep. However, few minutes ago... I heard another noise, it sound like footsteps, but it was impossible, everybody was sleeping.
Finally I turned my chair to tidy my room and to go to my bed when... I was scared and surprised when I saw my huge dog behind me looking at me!! He tried to say to me: "When will you turn the light off? Maybe tomorrow?"
María G. 1ºAdvance B
wow...now we are talking guys! I was pleased to find more tales last night and I am glad I am not going to have to vote, because I couldn't make up my mind for just one story...:)
well done....
tomorrow you'll start voting...I will post the "voting space" early in the morning...
so...watch this space..
It began like a normal day for Mike, just like another one of his life; he woke up at 7 O’clock, had a little breakfast and went to his job. It was absolutely normal except for the fact that people collided against him more often than usual. Moreover a truck almost ran over him, and nobody cared, but it was normal for him, “just like all days” he though.
He had arrived at his job and he started working , but suddenly he realized that something strange was happening, none of his coworkers greeted him and it continued during all day. When he finished his work he wrote in a piece of paper “There is something strange” then he returned home. On his way back he felt that nobody was paying attention to him, and it became to worry Mike more and more.
When he arrived at home he decided to calm down and see the TV, he switched it on and saw the news about a remarkable murder the night before, “it was a shame, yet usual” he though, Afterwards he paid attention, and he realized that the murder had been committed in his own house, and he was the dead!
He muffled screamed, and woke in his bed thinking that it was only a nightmare, but it wasn’t at all, someone was there with a knife and a clown mask.
His dead body was found in the afternoon, and two days later the police found in his job the note he wrote the day of his murder, during that mysterious nightmare…
Manuel Ibáñez A1 B
One Halloween afternoon when a group of students were chatting in a Whatsapp group...a strange message appeared in the group: "HHM has joined the group". They didn´t know who HHM is and although they asked after the new visitor´s identity, there wasn´t any answer...
In that moment the group´s icon changed and a gory Dracula appeared instead of the original picture. The students were creeped out when one of them wrote: "My mobile has started spilling blood!". "My keyboard shouts when I push the bottons!" said another. In the screem the letters HHM appeared one time and again. The more times they appeared, the bigger they were.
Most of the students tried to close the application in order to avoid the horrible situation but they couldn´t.
Then an odd voice from the mobiles says "Hounted Halloween Message had blocked your mobile".
Due to the fact the students were nervous, they dropped their mobiles to the floor, but their home phones rang...
And now, reader, I believe you have a message waiting...
Rosa Arce, A1-B.
Happy Halloween!
The spooky betting
The best enjoyment for Alan and Robert was to be whatever hour making bets. They, many times had made a wager about the possibility of spending a certain time in a haunted house or even in an abandoned factory which workers were suspiciously eliminated...
But, this time the bet was beyond what their minds could withstand. As the 31st of October approached, Alan challenged Robert to spend the night of Halloween in the old graveyard situated in the outside of the town.
It was a really creepy experience because they were the whole night hearing the horrible screams and wails from the dead soldiers burried there during the unmentionable war.
Isabel Ajates- Avanzado 2 C
The spooky betting
The best enjoyment for Alan and Robert was to be whatever hour making bets. They, many times had made a wager about the possibility of spending a certain time in a haunted house or even in an abandoned factory which workers were suspiciously eliminated...
But, this time the bet was beyond what their minds could withstand. As the 31st of October approached, Alan challenged Robert to spend the night of Halloween in the old graveyard situated in the outside of the town.
It was a really creepy experience because they were the whole night hearing the horrible screams and wails from the dead soldiers burried there during the unmentionable war.
Isabel Ajates- Avanzado 2 C
Once upon a time, a long time ago, an ugly and stocky witch, was about to leave her castle with the firm intention of scaring the children of the surroundings that night. When she was preparing to take her flying broom to ride it and to leave flying, then realized that it was spoilt. Asking the rest of the witches for a spare broom to borrow, none of them could give her one.
Chuky, a good friend of hers gave her an idea. “Honey, ask one of your colleagues to take you on a two-seater broom to Finland, where Santa Claus lives, and steal the bobsled to that decrepit old man”. So they did as they were told and as soon as they arrived, Santa was beaten by them, and the leading actress of this story, stole his bobsled and left in a hurry in order to fulfill with her night duty.
After spending the whole night scaring children and parents, when it began to get light the witch left that way of transport on a roof, flaying alive and killing the nine reindeers, Rudolf included.
Sally was exhausted. It had been a hard day at work. She decided to go to bed early. When she was in bed, she remembered that her phone was off because the battery needed to be charged. “Oh no! I have to get up to plug the phone”.
But at that moment, her phone started to ring. “How strange!”, she thought. “But….where is it?”
Sally got out the bed and looked for it. It wasn’t neither in her bag nor on the table. The phone kept on ringing. “It’s under the bed!”. She picked up the phone and nobody answered. She looked at the screen and saw an image of a bloody hand with her name. Sally freaked and threw away the phone. It was ringing again.
She was terrified and when she was going to scream, she awoke sweating and with tears streaming down her face. “Oh my God!” It had been a nightmare.
The next day, Sally woke up early in the morning and before leaving home, she took her phone to put it in her bag. Then, she realized that there was a missed call. It had been done at the same hour that she had had the nightmare and also there was a message. It said: “ I’ll call you this night again…….”
Raquel Gil A2-C
Sally was exhausted. It had been a hard day at work. She decided to go to bed early. When she was in bed, she remembered that her phone was off because the battery needed to be charged. “Oh no! I have to get up to plug the phone”.
But at that moment, her phone started to ring. “How strange!”, she thought. “But….where is it?”
Sally got out the bed and looked for it. It wasn’t neither in her bag nor on the table. The phone kept on ringing. “It’s under the bed!”. She picked up the phone and nobody answered. She looked at the screen and saw an image of a bloody hand with her name. Sally freaked and threw away the phone. It was ringing again.
She was terrified and when she was going to scream, she awoke sweating and with tears streaming down her face. “Oh my God!” It had been a nightmare.
The next day, Sally woke up early in the morning and before leaving home, she took her phone to put it in her bag. Then, she realized that there was a missed call. It had been done at the same hour that she had had the nightmare and also there was a message. It said: “ I’ll call you this night again…….”
Raquel Gil A2-C
Some years ago, I was with some friends in an outdoor restaurant when one of them started to tell us a weird incident which she had lived in her house. One night, she was sleeping peacefully when suddenly she woke up sweating, my friend thought that it had only been a nightmare until she realized that had some scratches in her right arm.
On the morrow, she was worried and sometimes felt how if some cats were following her on the street. The second night, she was still worried and could hardly sleep, after a while she felt how her arm started to blood again and new scratches appeared. She was terrified and went to her parent´s house to spend the night. The next day, she told her boyfriend what had happened the day before, and he thought that her girlfriend was scared for any film. For this reason, he accepted to spend the night in her eerie house. Surprisingly, both appeared with cuts and scratches at dawn. They were so horrified that they decided to consult with an paranormal expert.
They could not never guess that changing a portrait could hassle to spirits.
Submitted by David García
I like very much all the stories of Halloween but the Rosa,s story is very original and real.God luck for everyone!!
The blue door
Granny, why all the doors of your house are open less the blue door that is every time closed? Granny, why do you tell me every time I mustn’t open that door? ...
Liz, darling, her grandmother told her with love, you have a wonderful garden where you can play and run, a room designed specifically for you, the rest of the house is available, but I beg you only one thing …you can’t open the blue door.
Liz kept quiet and nodded without any great enthusiasm. This scene repeated every day since she was a little girl and her grandmother took cared her.
Liz felt a great attraction towards that blue door when she crossed closed to it. She felt something strange from the inside that requested her entered into the room. She thought that her dear Granny kept something important into the room, something special that she didn’t share with her.
One day, her grandmother had to go out a moment, Liz saw she had the chance to open and enter into the mystery room, only just a minute, she gossiped it and then she left the room… my Granny didn’t notice it, she thought. Liz crossed the corridor arriving to the blue door and turned the knob, the door opened easily. Finally!, I will enter into the room, Liz thought. A brilliant and magnetic light invaded the room…..
… When Granny came back home, she felt something. She run towards the blue door, the door was open and she just found a note written in blood…. Curiosity killed the cat.
The End
Isabel Da silva
The blue door
Granny, why all the doors of your house are open less the blue door that is every time closed? Granny, why do you tell me every time I mustn’t open that door? ...
Liz, darling, her grandmother told her with love, you have a wonderful garden where you can play and run, a room designed specifically for you, the rest of the house is available, but I beg you only one thing …you can’t open the blue door.
Liz kept quiet and nodded without any great enthusiasm. This scene repeated every day since she was a little girl and her grandmother took cared her.
Liz felt a great attraction towards that blue door when she crossed closed to it. She felt something strange from the inside that requested her entered into the room. She thought that her dear Granny kept something important into the room, something special that she didn’t share with her.
One day, her grandmother had to go out a moment, Liz saw she had the chance to open and enter into the mystery room, only just a minute, she gossiped it and then she left the room… my Granny didn’t notice it, she thought. Liz crossed the corridor arriving to the blue door and turned the knob, the door opened easily. Finally!, I will enter into the room, Liz thought. A brilliant and magnetic light invaded the room…..
… When Granny came back home, she felt something. She run towards the blue door, the door was open and she just found a note written in blood…. Curiosity killed the cat.
The End
Isabel Da silva
Another normal morning. The sunlight passing through the window bathing the whole room with a disgusting yellowish colour.
But not, today it's not a normal day. Tonight is Halloween.
Grinning to myself I enter into the bathroom. -I keep wondering how I bring off to fool a girl to come to my place every Halloween.. they don't have a pitch of common sense..-
My train of thoughts keeps going on as I put my head off. Being headless is not uncomfortable at all, as you might think.
I almost had decided which Pumpkin head I would use tonight when, suddenly, the door gets opened and Martha pops into the room. Stifling a scream she turns around and starts running towards the door.
-It seems things are going to come about earlier this year- I think as I sigh and withdraw my sharp scythe.
Carlos Fernández A1-B
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