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I'm no writer, but i made this little story thinking a bit that this could be like a folklore story told in Halloween or something like that, or like an actual ghost that appears that day! I hope you guys like it!
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In the last night of a cold October, a human child wandered the streets of his town in search of a little refuge and a bit of food, even just candies were enough for him, just a little warmth from all this cold is what he needed. He went from house to house, from door to door. No answer at the doors, unlike years ago, where the streets were filled with children, asking for sweets, but now, It was just a really cold and empty night.
Cold and scared, the little child looks up and sees the night sky, and all he sees are red stars, it seems like an omen, as if something terrible will happen this night. The child wandered and wandered, as the sky turned redder with those menacing crimson stars. No sound, no sight of anything close by other than cold and empty streets. When suddenly, he starts to hear fire. -Where would that fire be? Said the child, as he tries to find it, to warm himself from such a cruel night. He looks everywhere, but he doesn’t see anything other than the dark houses looming over him.
Then he realizes. The child looks up again at the crimson stars and sees that those stars, aren’t what they seem. They are crimson fireballs, flying over the town. A figure flies close to these stars, an impressive, but gruesome sight, for a poor kid. A presence, a human shaped shadow with a carved pumpkin for a head, riding on a bloody horse, spouting crimson fireballs, as if made with the horse’s blood, filling the sky with that dreadful colour.
The specter
sees the child, points at him, and screams, making a piercing and horrible
sound that fills the entire town.
Then the
scream suddenly stops, and with a voice that chills the body to the bone, the
specter says to the poor child: -Poor, little child… Don’t you see that the
undead have claimed this poor town? Don’t you see these horrendous creatures
roaming the streets? I shall cleanse this place once and for all and make it
sacred again. No horrendous undead shall see the light of the sun again!
The little
one cowers in fear, his body stiff from such a sight, there’s no undead, just a
cold town and empty streets, with cowards inside those houses that didn’t open
a door for a poor child. Every soul in this town shall know what true terror is.
The phantom starts to laugh maniacally as it lets the countless fireballs in the sky loose. Enormous fireballs hit the entire town; the houses burn in a horrible red tint, the screams of the people that cowered inside can be loudly heard, before leaving nothing more than ash. The boy stays terrified in the floor, as the fireballs still come down, obliterating everything in their path. When the screams, the fire and the laughter stop, he looks up and sees that he wasn’t harmed. The entire town, razed to the ground, nothing more than ashes, but he wasn’t burnt.
The specter, up in the night sky, looks down and admires its path of destruction, the eyes that are carved into its pumpkin head burn strongly, like two stars in the dark. It laughs once more, and says -You shall be spared, child, I applaud
your courage, being amidst all those horrendous creatures...
The phantom throws a last fireball at the sky, and it explodes in an enormous crimson cloud, and rides its horse into it and disappears in the sky. There’s no more red tint in the sky, there’s no more fire, just ashes of what this town was. This memory will stay forever in the poor boy’s mind. More people will know of what happened, and more will know to be afraid in the last night of October.
The phantom and its horrendous steed will burn everything.
Crimson tree
Day 1
Today I will set sail with the colonists to the distant lands, where I will be a soldier.
I hope the winds are in our favor, I hope we don't encounter any sea creatures.
Day 2
Fortunately, we were able to navigate safely and the
best there is no sign of creatures and the sky is clear
it seems that it might take a few more days
before we reach our destination.
Day 3
I woke up today with a strange surprise a fog surrounded the ship, which is strange the sky was clear yesterday, I hope it's not a fog generated by the fog of the octopus.
In the afternoon, the captain asked to reinforce the lookout at night, to my disgrace, I was cast.
Day 4
During my patrol around the deck at night, the fog still lingered.
and the wind was strong, that's when I heard a strange noise,
it was like something was moving in the water, at first I thought it was just ocean waves, but that's when the noise changed, it was like
if something was hitting the hull of the ship, when i approached i realized
which were nothing more than wooden debris brought in by the sea, that's where
that a strong wind blew, and with it came a strong smell of decay,
the sea stirred the temperature dropped quickly, the fog seemed to open up space
to something like she was being ordered to that, that's when I saw
the silhouette of a ship, the unbearable smell hangs in the air again
but this time I couldn't resist that smell mixed with my tiredness
and the nausea of being at sea took me to the ground.
Day 23
Today I woke up in the ship's infirmary, the strangest thing was that when
questioning the doctor about the fog, and about the events of the first days, he replied saying that nothing had happened, I also reported what happened on my patrol during the night.
He said that on the third day of the trip I was found unconscious suffering from severe fevers,
the doctor believes that I suffered from a kind of heat stroke,
but he can't say exactly what happened, he said that everything I reported didn't happen.
So I asked the doctor, how come none of this happened?
The doctor responded by saying that everything I reported was just a hallucination,
he explains by saying that the rotten smell I smelled probably came from the kitchen, which is near the infirmary,
while the cold I had, he justifies it by saying that it was probably due to the fever, the doctor believes that all I thought I was feeling was just a hallucination, caused by the fever, I think I agree with him.
Day 24
This is very strange, it looks like we're going to reach our destination tomorrow, it feels like I've been unconscious for 19 days.
When I left the infirmary, I asked the crew about the fog, they said there was no fog at all.
It seems it was all a hallucination of mine, even so I wrote on the 4th day.
Day 25
We finally arrived at our destination, we quickly settled in the coastal region, and a flat region
surrounded by trees, some trees look familiar to me, but others are red, I believe
maybe we can use the red leaves of the tree as dye, I also saw some animals from the region like the wild boar
and servants at least that's what I saw. To a rumor that a group is going to explore the forest.
Day 26
The rumors were true a group of hunters and some soldiers are going to explore the forest that I decided to go with
I can't bear to look at the sea anymore, I keep thinking about what happened on the ship.
It looks like we're leaving for the woods tomorrow morning and I'm particularly intrigued by the crimson trees.
Day 27
We left at dawn, when we entered the forest the light was left behind, until it started to seem like night, that's when I came across a strange luminous blue flower, at first I didn't understand why it glowed until an insect landed
in it, it was when the flower closed swallowing the insect, I decided to pick some of these flowers to study, when picking the flower I burned my hand slightly,
so I decided to use a cloth to collect it.
We walked a little further through that dark scene full of luminous plants
until we discovered hoof footprints, bigger than a wild boar's, we never saw anything like it, following the footprints we arrived
the crimson tree, that's when we came across a scene, totally unreal, at the foot of the tree there were hundreds of skeletons, skeletons of animals, we questioned our minds, but the main question was what piled up so many skeletons at the foot of the tree and why?
we quickly decided to go back to the settlement, we definitely didn't want to come face to face with the thing that did this, when
when we arrived at the settlement in the late afternoon, we explained the situation to the captain, who said he would call in military reinforcements for safety.
Day 28
Because of the bones we found yesterday, we decided to strengthen the settlement's defenses, the military reinforcement still
it was supposed to take days to arrive, it was decided that he would only go into the forest during the day to hunt animals.
Today while helping in the city's defense fortifications, I felt something watching me, when I looked back I saw
the bushes move slightly, as I approached the bushes I came across small hoof marks, I think they were marks left by a wild boar.
Day 29
I'm currently working as a lookout at the settlement, it looks like I'll have a lot of free time,
I decided to do small tests with the luminous flower I found in the forest, I tried it first
make a paste with the blue flower, I did it without touching it because I think the flower has some poisonous toxin that burns, I think the flower feeds on various insects, some of them must be poisonous, so I think it's toxic.
I continued my tests, kneaded the flower into a paste, then I put the flower paste on any plant, the result was interesting, the plant where I applied the paste started to wither, I also tried to throw the flower paste on the fire, when doing this , the fire changes color to blue, even after death the flower still glows for a while in the dark.
Day 30
This morning, at the end of my watch as a watchman, I was surprised by a young man running out of the forest,
towards me the boy looked desperate and in shock, I quickly asked for help, it didn't take long
until the doctor, the captain, and half a dozen soldiers appeared.
In the afternoon, word had already spread that a wounded young man had arrived from the forest.
and the population of the settlement was agitated, the captain decided to talk to the population to reassure them, he explained, what the young man had reported, the captain said that the young man was part of a group of 4 hunters who clandestinely entered the forest during the night to hunt, the young man said that the group was attacked by a creature, it seems that the other hunters did not take better ...
the boy said he fled the scene out of fear of being the next victim, the captain in an attempt to calm the population said military reinforcements must be coming, he also banned people from approaching the forest.
Day 31
This may be my last report, on the 30th during the night, a fog took over the camp, that's when I saw creatures from 2 meters to 1.50 meters in height emerge from the fog, approaching the city, the monsters instead of the feet that had hooves, their color was crimson, they had long horns, their spears, axes and arrows were covered in a bright blue substance, I had no doubt that the blue substance was the blue flower paste I studied.
The monsters without any warning started shooting arrows at us, those who were hit by the arrows quickly fell to the ground, some of the 2 meter monsters tried to tear down the gate.
the captain ordered us to fortify the wooden gates of the village with logs, but they were useless, the creatures easily tore down the gate in a desperate attempt to
trying to defend the settlement the soldiers attack the monsters in the middle of that dense fog, the disoriented and shocked soldiers are being massacred one by one and the blood starts to mix with the mist, some monsters burn the houses, stray arrows stained by the blue substance, hit the flames turning them blue.
and in the midst of this chaos, seeing that everything was lost I ran, as I ran I saw the silhouette of what seemed to be a lost child trying to get closer I was surprised by a
little creature with horns that managed to stab me in the stomach, I still managed to regir, breaking the creature's neck, being wounded I saw that I couldn't help anyone, so running away through the fog and the smell of blood, there was blue fire everywhere, while people screamed for help, I kept running out of town.
Looking down from the top of a small hill near the town, I saw the remains of what the village once was, so seeing I didn't have much time, I leaned against a tree and wrote down what happened, I hope. may this manuscript be useful to anyone who finds it. Ironically, now that it's dawn, I realized that the tree where I'm waiting for my death is a crimson tree.
Hi, all it's me again :D
I will give to you the begging of my book I hope you like it :)
The story you are about to read is not the story you might expect.
But let's also start entering the world of magical adventures and everything you fear at night.
Our story begins in a small town in the middle of Bulgaria.
And our hero is a lonely 15-year-old boy who is about to learn that the world we live in is not just what we see, feel or hear. And each of us is unique in our own way.
A quiet winter evening, late at night the January snow pours quietly outside. The cold has covered everything. The room in which Alex sleeps is frozen, because the trees his father put in the stove have burned almost completely and only a tiny light burns almost like a candle in the stove.
Alex wakes up numb from the cold.
"It's too late to wake my father ..." he thought. -I go down to climb a tree before I freeze. Dressing the fur coat his grandmother had bought him, and he didn't hate it because he looked like a walking bear, he thought, "It's ugly, but it's still warm, and he went to the woodshed to get a few logs and a few larger trees." Going out on the outside stairs of the small house where he lived, he saw that the slippers he was wearing would not work because in just a few hours the snow had accumulated a lot. He went in and changed into his shoes and walked boldly into the woods in the dark. The woodshed was only 50 meters from the house, but the crowded path made the transition quite difficult. Even more difficult was the constant feeling that someone was watching him. He sensed that somewhere in the empty courtyard there was something or someone standing there waiting to attack him. He had just arrived at the woodshed and saw that there were no cut fires, and the feeling that someone was getting closer and closer to him made him take the ax in his hands. -Probably my imagination is still joking with me. he thought. "But somehow I feel calmer holding the ax." Well, the wood will not split on its own and will not come up and catch fire. So it's best to get to work before I'm completely frozen.
He had just swung the ax when he felt someone grab the ax and prevent him from swinging. He felt a cold pierce his heart. He turned his head sharply to the back to see who was stopping him, and at that moment he saw him. A huge black shadow standing on two legs exhaling blue smoke that froze his blood. He started screaming, but neither a shout nor a scream came out of his throat.
-What the hell are you ?! He managed to snort. And the shadow just stood over him, staring as if into his soul. He knew there was nothing he could do, but he didn't want to leave so young without resisting. Reaching his frozen heart, he raised the ax to the shadows. At that moment he heard a voice in his head. "If you want to save yourself, trust me!" Take the lighter out of your pocket and light it!
You don't know what's going on he dropped the ax took out the lighter and Click!
The fire from the lighter reached the height of the shadow and burned it to the ground without any problem. Alex fainted as if the fire had burned not only the ghostly shadow but all the strength he had.
Качвам я и на Български защото си нямам на идея дали съм я превел добре...
Историята която предстои да прочетеш, не е историята която може би очакваш.
Но нека започнем и да влезем в света на магията приключенията и всичко това което се страхуваш нощем.
Нашата история започва в едно малко градче насред центъра на България.
А героят ни е самотно 15 годишно момче което е на път да научи, че светът в който живеем не е само това което виждаме усещаме или чуваме. И всеки от нас е уникален по свой собствен начин.
Тиха зимна вечер, късно през нощта на вън тихо се сипе януарският сняг. Студът е обхванал всичко. Стаята в която спи Алекс се е сковала от студ, защото дърветата който баща му е сложил в печката са изгорели почти на пълно и само мъничка светлинка почти като от свещичка догаря в печката.
Алекс се събужда вкоченен от студ.
- Късно е да будя бащата... -помислил си той. -Слизам да кача някое дърво преди да съм премръзнал. Обличайки шубата която баба му беше купила а той така не ненавиждаше защото изглеждаше като ходещо мече си помисли - Грозна е но все пак топли и се запъти към дърварника за да вземе няколко съчки и няколко по - едри дърва. Излизайки на външното стълбище на малката къща в която живееше той видя, че чехлите който беше обул няма да свършат работа защото само за няколко часа снегът вече беше натрупал много . Той влезе и се преобу с подходящите за целта обувки и тръгна смело в тъмнината към дървата. Дърварникът беше само на 50 метра от къщата но затрупаната пътека направи прехода доста тежък. Още по тежко се оказа непрестанното усещане, че някой го наблюдава. Усещаше, че някъде в празният двор има нещо или някого който стои там и чака за да го нападне. Тъкмо пристигна до дърварника и видя, че няма насечени подпалки, а и усещането че някой все повече се приближава към него го накара да вземе брадвата в ръце. -Вероятно моето въображение пак си прави шеги с мен. - помисли си той - Но някак си се чувствам по спокоен като държа брадвата. Добре дървата няма да се нацепят сами и да се качат и запалят. Така, че най-добре да се захващам за работа преди да съм премръзнал съвсем.
Тъкмо замахна с брадвата когато усети, че някой беше хванал брадвата и му пречеше да замахне. Усети студ да пробожда сърцето му. Завъртя главата си рязко на зад за да види кой го спира и в този момент го видя. Огромна черна сянка изправена на два крака издишваща син пушек който смрази кръвта му. Понечи да изпищи но нито вик нито писък излязоха от гърлото му.
-Какво по дяволите си ти ?! - Успя да изсумти той. А сянката просто застана над него втренчена сякаш в душата му. Той знаеше, че няма какво да направи но не искаше да си отиде толкова млад без да се съпротивлява. Достигайки до замръзналото си сърце той засили брадвата към сянката. В този миг чу глас в главата си. - Ако искаш да се спасиш довери ми се! Извади запалката от джоба си и запали!
Не знаеш какво се случва той пусна брадвата извади запалката и Щрак!
Огънят от запалката достигна височината на сянката и без никакъв проблем я изпепели до основи. Алекс припадна сякаш огъня беше изгорил не само призрачната сянка, а и всички сили който имаше.
А ето и линк към историята или поне до където съм стигнал : https://docs.google.com/document/d/19eumwUYycbU2V-hDpTXTLLe7EciwAiwie-aCn61LH6Q/edit?usp=sharing
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"Una noche despejada a la luz de la luna era perfecta para mis planes" - Dijo el niño que dirigía el relato en ese momento, frente a todos sus amigos muy atentos a sus palabras por venir, al abrigo de una buena fogata en una noche de octubre, como tradición a las fechas que tanto les gustaba...
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Alma, esa niña de ojos como dos esmeraldas recién pulidas, unos labios siempre en una expresión neutra y una piel tan blanca como es posible vivía en un pueblo de la antigua Alemania a comienzos de la segunda guerra mundial, aunque claro, nadie sabía que lo era hasta que ya fue tarde.
Alma tenía una hermana igual de hermosa que ella, bueno, sus rostros casi se podría decir que eran una fiel copia excepto por el ojo derecho de Estrella, que brillaba a la luz más tenue con un dorado muy raro de encontrar hasta en el rincón más profundo de este mundo. Ambas hermanas eran inseparables, un complemento la una para la otra así ambas odiaran admitirlo, ya que por fuera pareciera que se tenían un desprecio insuperable. Aún así todo lo hacían juntas y esa noche fría y nublada no iba a ser la excepción...
La casa de las jóvenes hermanas no era una casa cualquiera, se situaba en lo más alto y alejado del pueblo, casi al borde de un acantilado que daba con el mar y era sin lugar a duda la casa más lujosa que se podía encontrar en cientos de kilómetros, frente a la construcción se podía observar un camino de tierra que bajaba al pueblo y cruzando el camino comenzaba un espeso bosque de árboles de roble muy altos y gruesos, cada árbol parecía tener vida propia y lucían siempre igual de sanos e imponentes sin importar el paso de los siglos.
Las hermanas desde muy pequeñas solían deambular en el bosque cuando todos dormían, siempre les habían dicho el peligro que podía Haber en los alrededores pero estas hermanas tan intrépidas y sagaces hicieron siempre caso omiso a las advertencias.
Las hermanas salieron esa noche en busca de su lugar favorito, el claro en lo más profundo de ese bosque, donde yacía un hermoso pero pequeño lago donde la luz de la luna se reflejaba cada noche haciendo que ese lugar pareciera sacado directamente de un cuento de hadas.
Allí una vez se habían encontrado a un chico del pueblo llamado Damián, y con el tiempo se hizo amigo de las gemelas y se volvió su punto de encuentro habitual; Alma y Damián se habían vuelto cercanos con el tiempo y esa noche los tres jóvenes decidieron separarse...
Estrella salió en rumbo desconocido hacía lo más profundo del bosque y los jóvenes decidieron quedarse a charlar en el lago.
Después de un buen rato de caminata sin rumbo fijo Estrella se encontró la entrada de una cueva que nunca había visto, al entrar descubrió un pequeño nacimiento de agua, pero al mirar al techo sus ojos quedaron asombrados al ver miles de piedras relucientes titilando tal cual la noche estrellada más hermosa lo haría, pero entre más asombrada y ensimismada observaba este lugar alcanzó a escuchar a lo lejos un profundo y largo aullido.
No era la primera vez que lo escuchaba, pero lo que la dejó pasmada fue ese sentimiento en su pecho, como si le arrancasen un pedazo de sí misma seguido de un silencio ensordecedor, Estrella recobró la postura con lágrimas a punto de brotar de sus ojos... "algo está mal" se dijo a sí misma y emprendió carrera hacía el claro del bosque, aquel que aunque no había prestado atención al camino que había tomado parecía conocer como la palma de su mano (el bosque y ella eran uno mismo, siempre lo fueron) corrió tanto dejando que su fino vestido de seda se destrozara por las ramas y su piel fuera lastimada.
Al llegar al claro pudo observar una figura en el suelo, acostada pacíficamente estaba Alma con la mirada perdida en el cielo, ahora tan estrellado como esa cueva de ensueño, y sus ojos, desprovistos de cualquier rastro de vida dieron a Estrella la confirmación que había temido.
Un vientre cubierto de sangre podía verse a la luz de la luna mientras que otro aullido se escuchaba en la oscuridad de la noche; Damián había desaparecido como si de un fantasma se tratase y solo quedaba una hermana devastada a su paso, Estrella ahí mismo perdió la conciencia hasta la mañana siguiente.
La chica despertó en su recámara como si nada hubiera pasado, con su piel intacta y un vestido de seda fina perfectamente acomodado, tan solo que la cama de su hermana estaba vacía y nadie estaba en casa. Estrella salió corriendo hacia el bosque a plena luz del día, algo que jamás había hecho en sus 15 años de vida; al recorrer esos árboles que ya no le parecían conocidos se dió cuenta que le costaba hallar el claro que tantas noches había visitado (con su hermana).
Ya no sentía al bosque en ella, ya era una completa extraña y ella en su prisa iba sintiéndolo poco a poco pero no aminoró el paso, después de mucho esfuerzo entró a un claro en un bosque que alguna vez fue suyo, y en la orilla del pequeño lago pudo ver a una hermosa joven de ojos verdes y vestido blanco.
Al verla se puso de pie y caminó hacia ella mientras que Estrella no podía dentro de sí misma por el alivio, "todo esto fue un sueño" pensó y se posó frente a su hermana dándole la mano y sentándose junto a ella.
Alma no dijo ni una sola palabra en todo el tiempo que estuvieron juntas, solo se limitaron a mirarse la una a la otra y de vez en cuando admirar el lago, así permanecieron hasta la noche, en paz, en silencio.
A la mañana siguiente Estrella fue despertada por unos pasos y voces
-¿Alma?
Su padre y tío estaban parados frente a ella con rostro preocupado, y al verla llamaron a su madre a lo lejos.
Ella corrió y abrazó a Estrella con lágrimas en los ojos
- Te buscamos durante 3 días seguidos mi pequeña, ¿por qué decidiste entrar en este bosque sola?- dijo preocupada su madre pero también se le notaba el enojo
- Estaba buscando a Alma mamá, no la encontré cuando desperté en la mañana-
El semblante de todos los presentes cambió y se tornó sombrío.
-Alma murió hace 5 años Estrella, su cripta está más adelante dentro de un templo donde la encontramos, ¿ya lo has olvidado? -
Estrella de repente se sintió mareada, al tratar de explicar lo que realmente había pasado pero no fue capaz, sus recuerdos cada vez se hacían más borrosos y no podía distinguir nada, ni nombres, ni fechas, ni lugares.
- Se ve que nunca pudiste recuperarte mi niña, ven, debes regresar a la habitación del hospital donde te cuidarán como lo han hecho todo este tiempo-
*Estrella al ver su mansión recordó que en realidad era el hospital donde había vivido los últimos años de su vida, al mirarse al espejo no vió a la chica de 15 años que recordaba si no una joven casi en los huesos mucho mayor, y al llegar a su habitación y preguntar al doctor sobre lo que estaba únicamente se limitó a decirle ... "¿no lo recuerdas?*
Das ist die Geschichte von klein Michael, Klein Michael war 12 Jahre alt als er sie zum ersten mal sah, WoWestia die in seinen Augen Perfekte Frau. Er verliebte sich unsterblich und erlebte mit ihr die schönste Zeit seines Lebens.
Doch hielt dieses Glück nicht ewig. WoWestia Gierte es nach Geld, nach Ruhm und nach noch mehr Geld und so öffnete sie sich, für die große Masse.
Verstört und gebrochen wandelte er nun umher, Er traf viele weitere wunderbare Frauen doch wurde er blind für wahres Glück.
Nun sitzt er im Mondschein und errinert sich voller Demut an die inzwischen Sterbende Hure.
This is the story of little Michael, Little Michael was 12 years old when he first saw her, WoWestia the Perfect Woman in his eyes. He fell in love immortally and experienced with her the most beautiful time of his life.
But this happiness did not last forever. WoWestia asked for money, for fame and for even more money and so she opened up, to the great masses.
Disturbed and broken, he now walked around, he met many more wonderful women but he became blind to true happiness.
Now he sits in the moonlight and remembers with humility to the now dying whore.