Halloween stories...
The
Sand
In the darkness of the night, while all humans were
fast asleep, an unique event was bound to happen. From the deep corners of
space, a strange shaped comet, non-detected by any satellite, entered our
planet and disintegrated into thousands of pieces that spread throughout the
atmosphere. These little pieces shined like stars and that night there was
“yellow rain”, which was amazing to see and experience but, as you will see,
you will wish this had never happened.
The problem is that these little pieces, or as we call
it now “The Sand”, brought an epidemic virus that infects all dead tissues,
bringing them back to life. So as you can predict it awakened “the dead”,
however it did not bring their memories, their feelings, their knowledge back,
only their survival instinct, in other words, “eat to live”.
That night was the beginning of the end of humanity,
in only a few days, these zombies killed and ate the species that existed in
the highest numbers, which means “us”, and the people that died in this zombie
attack would spread till it consumed all the living tissues. If nothing was
done, it would be the end.
In an attempt to save humanity, many teams were made
to locate, find and bring the core of the comet, that was so dense and it had
not disintegrated, in order to investigate the origin of the virus. They all
failed. Human kind was lost…
But a man did not give up. He began a journey to find
the core, he was carrying all of humanity’s future on his shoulders and he
wouldn’t stop till he did it or died. But do you know what? He did find it but
while he was coming back, a wave of zombies that had followed him surrounded
him and were about to kill him when he had an idea.
He put the comet in his bag, he cut off his arm and
attached it to a tree branch that he would carry in his neck so that the arm
was in front of him and he killed himself. The wave of zombies lost interest
they had in him and dispersed.
Later he
became a zombie and followed the arm in front of him, humans found him and the
virus was cured. In a twist of events, humanity was saved.
José Ribeiro, 12.º C
Pedro Morais, 12.º C
Rafael Machado, 12.º C
Bloodthirsty Serial Killer
The
police are too late. The dismembered mangled bodies of the thirteen victims lie
scattered in a London warehouse as the putrid stench of death fills the city.
This has been going on for far too long. London is being plagued by a
relentless bloodthirsty serial killer. Some say the police are just as
terrified as the rest of us, and after all the investigations, they still have
nothing to rely on but survivors in catatonic state.
Rumors speak of screeches of agony in the
distance, and the faint sound of a chainsaw. People are too scared to talk
openly about the killings. Even Piers Morgan from CNN is having a hard time
getting a decent interview. No wonder. Times like these are spawning grounds
for irrational superstitious thoughts and “witch hunts”, where people
wrongfully accuse each other of being the killer.
Scotland
Yard senior detective Horatio Caine is in charge of finding out who is
responsible for these heinous actions. Detective Caine, after dropping one of
those one-liners of his, which are almost as vicious as the murders themselves,
decides to follow up on a lead on this case which took him to a small town on
the outskirts of London.
Horatio
conducted an enquiry on the townsfolk and was led to an abandoned house. This
house had been long forgotten, cursed into oblivion, but he happened to come
across a journal, hidden in one of the decrepit shelves in the basement. It
spoke of the unspeakable. It seems a happy family lived here, long ago, in this
very house. But one day, one of the children turned evil and eventually ended
up burning the bedrooms while his family was asleep. There were no survivors
but the little evil brat.
Detective
Caine asked several people if perhaps they knew the whereabouts of this child,
concluding he would most likely be the relentless serial killer, but nobody
seemed to possess any knowledge on the matter at hand. The journal had been
written by the killer himself, and it was signed “Jason Voorheer”.
Detective Caine decides to ask the grave keeper, since
he has the oldest family in this town, perhaps he knew something about this
name. The grave keeper pointed to an old grave. The tombstone read “Jason
Voorheer”. Caine uncovered the casket and proceeded to opening it. It was
empty. Helpless screeches of agony echo through the cold dark fog as the faint
sound of a revving chainsaw causes goose bumps on the skin of the fearful.
Pedro Magalhães, 12.º C
Albano Pinto, 12.º C
Halloween
Drag
Once upon a time, on a dark, dark night, two friends
went for a walk in a graveyard. It was Halloween and they had lost a bet so
they had to pick a grave and open it. A cold wind was blowing and the sky was
invisible behind the fog. The boys were shivering and terrified, although they
wouldn’t admit it.
In the air there was a sound of silence creeping
through the trees and nature was uncommonly calm and quiet. They chose the
first grave and hurried to open it. As they were doing it, a cold wet hand
grabbed the ankle of one of the boys and his scream echoed through the empty tombstones.
The hand kept pulling the boy down until he fell right into the grave and
magically the stone closed itself. The other boy could hear his friend
screaming and hitting the stone violently.
He ran away immediately to search for help and came
back accompanied by a night guard. They opened the grave quickly only to find
that no one was in there, at least no one alive. The grave was full of yellow
bones and bloody clothes. They searched and searched and searched, but they
found nothing. The night guard thought the boy was pranking him and told him to
go home.
As the boy was arriving home, he heard the sound of
leaves being crushed, so he looked back. Skinny pale eyes were staring at him,
it was his friend. No one, not even a person, heard the cry for help that the
boy creamed out as he was being dragged along the street and into the grave in
the cemetery where the two boys were trapped forever.
It is known that every Halloween, the two boys walk
around the cemetery ready to kill anyone who steps in there at night.
Joana Adrega, 12.º C
Ana Olival, 12.º C
The Bloody Revenge
Everybody
was excited about that party. The whole village of Bloodytown talked about it.
It was the highest moment for all the high school students or for almost all
students, the creeps and nerds were never invited. Lori, who was a beautiful
and popular cheerleader, organized a memorable Halloween party in a private and
abandoned propriety.
Lori
and her friends, Andrea and Maggie, were the type of skinny girls every boy
wanted and every girl was jealous of. Helping Lori organize the party, besides
her best friends, were a bunch of rich football players, including Daryl. Daryl
was in love with Michone, one of the rich smart popular girls that helped
everyone.
Finally
it was the 31st of October and when the school bell rang, everybody
was thinking about that party. By 10pm people started to arrive at the
abandoned house. Everything was prepared to perfection. There was lots of food
and drinks, horror environment and loud music. Everyone was wearing a costume,
a lot were dancing, some were already drunk and Lori was enjoying her
popularity. When Daryl and Michone arrived they felt that something was wrong
but they were focused on having fun.
Suddenly
after midnight the music stopped and a scream was heard. There was a strange
liquid dropping from the ceiling and Lori as the organizer ran upstairs. Daryl
and Michone immediately followed her. As the lights started flickering and the
screams were louder, everyone, including the tough football players, left the
house.
When
they reached the second floor, Daryl and Michone soon lost track of Lori and
saw an opened door with blood and blonde hair. Michone started to freak out and
Daryl tried to calm her down and went in to see what happened in that room. He
was petrified. Andrea was dead with a knife in her neck and Lori was hanging
upside down with a cut in her belly. The blood that was dripping made a stain
on the floor. She was to die slowly and painfully.
Daryl
ran to her and cut her free. At that moment the door closed and Daryl saw Carl,
one of the nerds neglected by Lori and the other popular girls, appeared with a
knife in his hand. Michone heard the struggling sounds and when the door
opened, thinking Daryl would come out, she ran to the door and froze when she
saw Carl with the bloody knife.
A
rush of adrenaline passed through her brain and she started to run downstairs.
She grabbed a phone and called the police. Carl followed her but she hid in the
basement. Willing to kill Daryl, Carl returned to the room upstairs and didn’t
notice that Michone was right behind him and attacked him with a stick and made
him lose his senses. The she ran to see how Daryl was and found him with
multiple stab wounds. A few moments later the police arrived and sent Daryl and
Lori directly to the hospital and arrested Carl.
Later they
found out that Carl was in love with Lori and committed suicide in prison.
Daryl and Michone got a lifelong scare and moved together to another town. Lori
learned to be a better person.
Ana Rita Martins, 12.º C
António Sousa, 12. ºC
