Три страшные истории. Итоги конкурса.

Вот и завершился наш конкурс на самую страшную историю. Учителя нашей школы выбрали три самые интересные работы, которые мы представляем вашему вниманию. Было очень трудно выбрать лучшую “страшилку”, так как они абсолютно разные по своему настроению. А какая из историй отзывается в вас больше?


As soon as I stepped into Veronica’s house I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t so obvious at first, but that feeling has grown during the dinner party I was invited to. Apparently, I was the only one who sensed anything as the other guests were having fun as if nothing was happening. I even tried to approach them and ask whether they were feeling the same as me, but all I got were confused stares and giggles.

When I felt I had to take a break from the party hullabaloo, I went downstairs. There I saw it – the locked basement door. Somehow I knew that this door was the reason I wasn’t feeling right. I tried to remember if the door was always locked or if Veronica locked it recently. Why would she though? I visited her place many times and the door was always closed, but never locked. Yes, there was definitely something wrong!

With this in mind, I returned to the living room. It could be just my imagination, but Veronica looked at me worryingly. Did she hide something in her basement? I didn’t know how else to explain her sudden anxiety. When I was just about to confront her about it, something flashed in my mind. Mark! Mark, Veronica’s boyfriend, certainly wasn’t present at the party. Which was rather strange, considering how close to each other they were. To make matters worse, I didn’t remember hearing from him the previous day. And if he was ill, Veronica definitely wouldn’t organize a dinner party! That girl had to be hiding something!

Feeling unusually confident, I approached Veronica and asked her directly about Mark. Right after that Veronica went pale in the face and whispered: “Mark… Mark is on a business trip. Yes, a business trip!” But her trembling voice and nervous gesticulation spoke louder than her words. Obviously, she noticed that I didn’t believe a word of hers so she immediately ran back to the other guests. She was avoiding me until the party was over and I was quite certain, everybody noticed how drastically her mood had changed. 

Later that evening I contacted the local police department. By that time I was absolutely convinced Veronica knew where Mark was. So I bet you’d be surprised if I told you that the police called me back the next day and informed me that the basement was empty. Moreover, Veronica had an alibi, so it was absolutely impossible for her to have hurt Mark. He was declared as missing and the police started investigation, or at least that was what they told me. However, I could not get rid of the feeling that Veronica could have bribed the police. And how could I be sure it wasn’t my paranoia?

автор Вероника С.

The Secret of The Basement

In my childhood, when I was about 10 years old, I was invited to my family friends’ house. I didn’t really know them, but what I could do – I was a young kid who liked to visit parents’ friends. They had a kid of my age, so it was fine. When we got to their house, the head of the family told me quietly not to open the door to the basement. And of course as a curious kid, I went straight to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked.

I asked the kid, I think his name was Joe, about the basement, but he suddenly seemed to get anxious and scared and told me that his father didn’t allow anyone to be down there. I asked Joe if he knew what was down there, but he told me that he didn’t know. I felt that he was lying to me.  I had a plan to get down there. I asked Joe if he wanted to play hide and seek, and he agreed. He was the seeker. I asked him to count from zero to one hundred. When he went to look for me in the kitchen, I sneaked into his parents’ bedroom and started searching. I was a smart kid and I found a little old key between the books and rushed straight to the basement door. That was it, the door unlocked. When I went down the stairs, I felt the smell that was really weird and I got anxious. I thought that there was a stock of some instruments, but when I turned the lights on, there were no tools, it was blood all over the place, at least that was what I thought. Then I rushed to my parents crying and told them about the basement. They all started to laugh. The told me that it was paint and they took me back there to show what it actually was.

When I got there this time, I saw that it wasn’t blood. In the middle of the room there was a big red dragon. It was my Christmas present that I asked for, but it wasn’t finished yet. Joe’s dad had a hobby of painting big statues and figures. When I completely realized what was behind the locked door and why I was forbidden to open it, I became really happy and all my fears disappeared, but the image I believed I saw in the first place has traumatized me for the rest of my life.

автор Павел Ш.

The Locked Door Spell

It was dark outside. Only the moon could enlighten the path for travellers. The group of four friends were wandering through the forest trying to find some inhuman mystery.

Suddenly wolves howled in the forest near them, and young people rushed to run. Their main aim was to find some kind of an abandoned house. There was a belief about the forest that there was a house upon entering which nobody could leave it. After a few minutes, teenagers stumbled upon a house in the middle of the woods. The windows and doors were boarded up, but there was light coming out and the smell of food. One of the boys decided to knock at the door. Suddenly, the light went out and the door opened. Having turned on their flashlights they entered the house. It was a horrible old house, full of rats and spiders. The only pleasant surprise that shocked the team was a lamp that lit up over the table full of tasty food. Friends decided to relax a bit, to eat some food from the table and stay overnight.

They woke up in the morning from the noise coming out from the cell. Scared, the friends decided to move quickly and leave the building. As they approached the door they realized it was locked. The dark shadow was coming from the cell.

автор Alex R.

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