miércoles, 3 de diciembre de 2025
Concurso gótico. Tale 4. Horror Story
It was late, really late. The old school was completely dark and super quiet. It was Halloween night, and the wind outside was making weird, creepy noises. Maya and Liam were inside the huge school library. They had to find a very old, important history book. Liam was barely holding a small, weak flashlight. He looked terrified. "I hear a really soft sound," Liam whispered. His voice was shaking. "Like someone is walking slowly." Maya tried to sound brave. "It's just the old school, you know. Maybe the wind. Come on, check behind that tall, dusty shelf for the book."
Liam pointed the light. "Look, Maya! The shelf is moving a little bit! And I see a long, black shadow!" The shadow moved incredibly fast behind the shelf. It was a person! It was Alex, a strange guy from their class. He wore a dark, dirty coat that looked way too big for him. "Alex! Stop! What are you doing here in the dark?" Maya asked. Alex was holding a small, wooden box really tight. His eyes were wide and nervous. "I came for this box. People say it holds the oldest secret of the school."
Suddenly, all the lights in the library completely died. CRASH! A huge, loud noise came from the main entrance. Liam screamed really loud. "Not the wind! Something else is here, Alex! Something really bad!" Alex dropped the wooden box onto the cold floor. "Run! It's not the secret I wanted! It's something else! Something alive!" They ran as fast as they could, leaving the box and the shadow behind them.
Concurso gótico. Tale 5. Horror Story
Once upon a time, there was a little child who was a scaredy cat, even though he never was all out on his fears until one night. He asked his father to check his closet before going to bed, his dad was stranged by this, since he has never been scared of his room, the father showed him that no one neither something was there.
Days came along, and the lone parent was getting worried about his son’s fears, also getting tired of this nonsense he got into alcohol, driving himself into a more violent state. As nights passed away and his addiction grew with the time, and the loneliness was killing them both, the parent, and his child.
One night the child was gifted with a plushie, it was from his long death mother, and was something he got attached to quickly. But the fear stayed with him, he was always talking to his new friend (the plush) about the monster in the closet. At first, that didn’t bother his dad, but as sleep-less nights got through, a diabolical anger got to the father and eventually he exploded in wrath. With the child crying about the monster another time, his dad, long bored of this, tried to show him that there was nothing there. “LOOK SON!” He said as he pushed his son next to the closet- “THERE IS NOTH-”. Suddenly, he stopped. A truth far worse than any monster was there: His wife, and his son, both of them where lying there, and who he thought of his son, was in reality, Dr. Smith a psychologist in the Mancunium.
The real monster was there, just a mirror, which reflected the real monster, the one who turned his family and life apart, the greatest fear of the human, a human itself. Smith just prayed for the end of his pacient’s painful nightmare.
Concurso gótico. Tale 6. Psycho-Phrenia
I was running as fast as I could. I felt nothing, but adrenaline was taking over every inch of my body.
My view was progressively blurring, making me fall over my knees again and again, but there was no time for accidents —I had to focus on getting up and keep running. I was in serious danger. He was chasing me and I’m pretty sure he could catch me whenever he wanted to, although I was doing my best to try and throw him off.
He was yelling at me but that didn’t matter —I had to escape. He was furious, he just wanted to kill me as soon as possible.
My blood ran cold. There was no way out, I had to act or I would stay in that horrible, eerie place forever.
I rushed to the nearest window I could find and opened it. The wind was in my favor and it assisted by pushing the tree crown of that overgrown large tree in the backyard, helping me to reach one of its branches. I pulled it off with a quick movement.
Just right afterwards, a voice I’d never heard before echoed in my mind. It told me that something wicked was about to come this way. I was paralyzed, trying to make out those words, but I got interrupted by the noise of those recognizable footsteps. I took a deep breath and turned around quickly.
—Don’t move or I’ll stab your neck —I said.
—Calm down —he answered me—, just let me see you.
I didn’t even think about it. When I saw him walking towards me, I thrust the branch at him, straight to his jugular, with the biggest strength I had done in my entire life.
But something was wrong. He wouldn’t bleed, he kept a stiff upper lip. He just smiled at me, then everything turned into ashes, leaving me trapped in an endless fall while I kept a tight hold onto that thick stick I had got from the centennial tree. I had no choice - I stabbed my own heart with the branch, but then I realised. It wasn’t a branch, it was a syringe.
Concurso gótico. Tale 7. A Legend from Beni Snassen
One of them was bald, with a serene face and dark eyes. The other had long, glowing hair, as black as if it took up the moonlight.
The two girls grew up together like sisters. But the bald one’s heart was full with envy. Every time the sunlight slided through her cousin’s hair, something inside her would burn in silence. Until one day, consumed by that blind fire, she led her cousin to the foot of a thorn tree hidden deep in the forest. With trembling hands, she took the girl’s hair and tangled it in the branches until she was trapped.
The young girl screamed, begged, and cried. Their parents ran to help her, but the thorns were stronger than them. Every attempt to free her made her bleed. In the end, exhausted and broken, they left her there, trusting that sunrise would save her. But the sunrise never came for her. Only a light. A strange light began to visit her each night (a distant spark that moved among the trees, like an eye watching her). The girl shook and spoke aloud:
“If you are my father’s light, come closer; but if you belong to the devil… stay away from me.”
Every night she repeated the same words, waiting for an answer. And each night, the light remained silent, barely moving. Until one new moon night that, tired of waiting, she whispered: “If you are the devil’s light… come closer.”
Then the light rushed toward her, burning like white fire. A shadow with a man’s face (the devil disguised as a rescuer) rose from the glare. He tried to pull up the thorns away, but not even his hellish strength could break them. Furious, he took a knife of light and cut her hair, that symbol of beauty and pride.
The echo of the cut rolled across the entire forest. The girls of the village felt a chill, and sadness. There would never again be a hair as beautiful as hers.
The devil looked at her in silence. He had taken what she loved the most, and in return, he kept her soul. From that moment on, the young girl never cried again. Her tears turned into dust. Her heart, once white and pure, became black as the darkness.
It is said that, since then, she walks through the forests of Beni Snassen, a faceless figure, veiled in shadows where her hair once had fallen.
And on new moon nights, when the wind whispers through the thorn trees, you can hear her whispering: “If you are my father’s light, come closer… and if you are the devil, stay away from me.”
But it is far too late. The devil now lives inside her. This story has been told from generation to generation ever since.
Concurso gótico. Tale 8. A Supernatural Story
Once upon in time, Randall was on a party with his family because it was his birthday. They were very happy until his family realized that Randall wasn´t there, they felt so worried about him. On the other side when Randall disappeared he needed to go to the bathroom, given that the party was in his garden. His house was near of a really scaring deserted country road. People on his town always said that everyone needed to be on alert, because in the last years there happened a lot of things that nobody could explain. When Randall went to the bathroom, he suddenly saw a shadow that he couldn´t see very well, he was a little scared but he thought that maybe he was his father´s friend. But he didn´t know how wrong he was so when he went to open the door of his bathroom, sudenly appeared a person that he didn't know , he just look atractive, with dark hair, blue eyes,tall. He was staring at him intensely, but at the same time he was looking so serious. There was a long silence and that misterious guy just couldn´t stop to look at him.
The point is that Randall was adopted when he was a child, he didn´t know anything about his true family. The mysterious guy was called Elijah and the truth is that he was his true brother. Elijah took him to go to his abandoned castle. Randall was unconscious and when he woke up,he found himself looking around very worried. Elijah told him that he was a vampire, Randall was scared, he just couldn't believed it. He was confused with all the story.
Elijah told him that his family died a long time ago and that´s why they gave up for adoption to him, he had spent a lot of time looking for Randall. After that they spent a lot of time together, so long that his adopted family thought that he was dead because Randall never returned. With Elijah he could felt that he was part of something, he had a brother with his own blood, but not for long. What Randall didn't know is that the vampires are not inmortal. And one day when Elijah returned to the castle at night he was worried, only one werewolf bite can kill a vampire. So that's why he arrived worried; what he thought that was a myth became reality, and he was going to die.
And all he could do was say goodbye to Randall but before dying he told him the truth that Randall had been wondering about, Why wasn't he a vampire? It was because Elijah hypnotized him before giving him up for adoption and forced him to behave like a human and after that... Elijah died and when a vampire dies, the obligation is also eliminated, so after a long time Elijah found his brother but it was too late.
He told me all the story. I really was in shock and after sometime he disappeared when he was able to become a vampire again, and nobody ever heared from him again.
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