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     A couple was walking through the countryside when their car ran out of gas. They heard on the radio that the police was actively looking for reported missing people in the area. Then the couple noticed that there was a castle right next to them. They looked at their map but the castle was not referenced on it. The couple thought it was very weird, but finally thought that it was maybe a mistake. So they decided to go to the castle to ask for help because there was no network t call for help. When they arrived at the castle, there was no lights on so they didn't know if there was anyone inside. Meanwhile, in the car, the radio was still active and somebody was speaking : "Watch out, we are reporting a "ghost" castle, a castle that some people say they have seen a day and then which had disappeared the day after." The radio switched off, because the battery was empty. As the couple tried to enter in the castle, the large doors opened ! A mysterious man said welcomed them, and then disappeared into the darkness of the castle. The couple entered the castle and the doors closed behind them. The next morning, the policemen arrived at the ghost castle, but they didn't find anything ! There wasn't even a track of the castle in the grass, it was intact There was no trace except for a pool of blood in the middle of the area. The police never found the couple and the other missing people ; the castle was never seen again after these strange events ...

After the boy entered the shop, the door closed, as it did at the arrival of Alma a few minutes earlier. The doll tried to scream with all her strength but in vain, only her eyes could move.The bike doll tried to leave again but smashed against the door. This time, his wheel broke and he struggled to pedal but failed. The boy looked at the doll that looked like him and tried to take it but it disappeared. The child then approached Alma who was the only one moved her eyes.He took her, and looked at her for a long time: there was fear in the boy’s eye. The doll that looked like the boy appeared in front of the door. The boy took Alma and gave the doll a big kick, it smashed and the door opened right away. The child brought Alma home and placed it on a coffee table. Alma was still frightened but relieved to be out of the shop. A few minutes later, Alma heard loud noises, at first she thought it was the boy, but a dog came. He opened his mouth wide and chewed first the doll. She was screaming inside, hoping that the boy would come and get her, but the dog continued to bite her, throwing her in all directions.The beast ripped out the doll which was dying, but she continued screaming. She pulled her head out and cut herself up. Alma thought of his family but her sight began to blur as she rolled and saw her head. She made one last eye movement, saw the child in panic and lost consciousness.

The scary story of Jason Howard

Jason Howard was eighteen years old. He was living at 54 Johnson street in Hawkins. He was the only child of his family. One weekend, his mum and his dad left the house to him. So he had an idea : organise a big party with his friends !

Some hours later, the guests arrived. They danced and drank. The music was loud. Everything was okay. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Jason and his friends heard a scream of fear. Someone found the body of one of them, Ben, dead in the bathroom. Everybody was in panic. Jason was terrified. He called the police.

The police arrived and investigated. All the guests left Jason's house. After having searched the whole house, the police didn't find anything. Nobody understood how Ben died. Jason was crying on his sofa, when he saw a kind of strange shadow going to the cave. Intrigued, Jason followed him. Arrived in the cellar, the door swinged. Jason was in panic. It was very quiet and calm. Suddenly about ten ghosts surrounded him. In front of him, he thought he recognized Ben. He was flabbergasted. Then, the ghosts started to absorb his mind. Jason felt very bad, he had a strong headache. He tried to move and to scream but he was powerless against them. The ghosts continued to absorb his mind. Some minutes later, Jason's body fell on the ground, inert. Jason woke up. He was flying. He looked at his hand : they were transparent. Then he saw his body on the floor. He bleached of scare. He officially became a ghost.

Two months later, The funerals of Jason and Ben took place. Jason's parents cried a lot. However Jason with his new family of ghosts, continued to kill people to survive. They needed human minds to live.

Lisa hebreteau

The mystery of Friday, 13th

    I was 15 years old when this story happened. I was living with my parents in a small town in the US. This town does not exist anymore.

    The February 13th 2009 was a Friday. I went to school as usual. I entered my classroom and waited for my teacher. The bell rang. Mrs Jones came in and the class began.
    This morning, the problem was that thirteen girls were missing. Only seventeen students were present: sixteen boys and me. All my friends were not there, even my best friend, Ashley. She had not told me that she would not come this day. Almost half the class was absent and nobody was wondering about that. Mrs Jones had started the lesson as usual and nobody said anything. It was really weird.
    After school, I went to Ashley’s house to give her the homework and to see what she had. I rang the doorbell and her parents opened the door.
“I’m here to give Ashley the homework, I said.
-Ashley? Who is Ashley? they answered.
-Ashley is your daughter. I’m here to give her the homework.
-We never had any child, Charlie. Are you sure you are fine?”
After hearing that, of course I was not fine. Something was strange. Why could they not remember their own daughter? I did not understand anything. I was shocked.
    I went back home and explained my mother what had happened at school and then with Ashley’s parents at their home. Although I was more and more nervous, I tried to explain everything clearly and slowly, but Mom did not care at all. She said she was busy and did not have time for such stupid stories… Then I decided to call police but they thought it was a joke as well. Why did nobody trust me? I was devastated.
    The day after too, the thirteen missing girls were not in class, and they never came back.

    One month passed and nobody had talked about this disappearance after it happened. We were the 13th of March. It was a Friday too. I was walking to school when I saw a manor on the street. A big dark manor, surrounded by a large estate. I walked every day in this street, but I had not noticed it before…
    I was going to be late, so I started to run to school. I entered my classroom and sat down. But this day, we were only four students. Thirteen more people were missing, and again, I was the only one who noticed it. I was worried. So, I asked my teacher, but she said that we had always been four in this class. I did not understand anything and I wanted to cry. How could everybody forget people like this? Was I the only one who remembered them? I thought to myself that yes, it was the case.
    I remembered about the manor that I had seen in the morning. I did not think a lot about it but I realised it was strange: I had never seen this house under construction, and a manor like that could not fall from the sky. Something was wrong. I was literally in a state of panic but nevertheless I decided to go to this old scary house after school.
    The class finished. I walked to the manor I saw the morning. As soon as I entered the garden, the sky changed: the fog appeared and the wind blew. The door was opened. It was my chance. I went into the manor. It was old, dark and very dusty. Some portraits on the wall seemed to look at me. There were a lot of spider’s webs and when I entered another room, many bats flew in all sides: it looked like a haunted manor. Maybe it was one! I walked around the living room. Nobody was there. This manor seemed abandoned.
    I went upstairs slowly but the steps creaked. Suddenly I heard voices! I stopped: people were talking in a room, but this room looked locked. I was scared. I approached this room and I tried to listen to the conversation. I could hear some words: they were talking about transforming humans into monsters or zombies. I did not understand and I did not know what to do. I approached the room but I felt somebody behind me, I turned and looked behind me but….  
    When I woke up, I was in a cell with 26 other people. They were not humans, but monsters and zombies. Someone was talking to me. It was a girl with green hair, green eyes and green skin.
“Charlie, do you remember me?” she asked.
Of course, I remembered her. She was Ashley. I did not recognize her at first, but it was her, and all other people were my classmates. I understood that my body had changed too.
I smiled:
“Tomorrow for sure, they will be only three at school…”

Lina Duchet 3^ème1

CAUCHIE

Bastien

3^ème1                                        

Histoire gothique euro LCE :

One evening of October 31, 1996, four young people named David, Edgar, Alex and Dany went to a cemetery to celebrate the passage from October 31 to November 1. Every year since 1994, they used to come to this cemetery on the evening of October 31. They settled in a place where there were no grave, an empty place and put their things down. It was 11.59 pm « Five ! Four ! Three ! Two ! One!», they claimed. « DONG ! ». « What, said David, what is happening ? ». « My watch indicate 11.60 pm, says Alex ». « What, said Edgar, what the hell is this ? ». The four young people were amazed. They looked at their watch and noticed that the time was blocked at 11.60 pm. Suddenly, a voice surprised them : it was the thunder’s monster : « What are you doing here, he said, you are installed in the sacred place of the cemetery ». « Oh no guys, said Edgar, are you kidding me ? ». « Shut up, said the monster, you don’t have to settle here ! As long as you are in the cemetery, the time is stopped. To be able to see the light of day again, you have to leave the cemetery. And to get out of the cemetery, you have to pass three tests. The first test is the test of truth, the second test is the test of intelligence, and the third test is the test of courage. Good luck everyone, or rather, bad luck ! ».

« The first test, said the monster, is the test of truth. You will have to tell me each your address and tell me who knows you are here. You only need one lie to immediately die. We start with you ». The monster points to Edgar. Edgar replied that nobody knows that he's here. Suddenly, a lightning striked him and Edgar fell dead in front of his three friends. « You see, said the monster, it's like that if you lie. ». David, Alex and Dany could't believe their eyes, they were shocked. The monster laughed and pointed to David for the rest of the test. David, terrified, said : « Uh… I live uh… at the end of the Martyres street and uh… it's only my mother who knows that I'm here. ». « Good», said the monster who then pointed to Alex.  Alex was not very scared : « I also live at the end of the Martyres street and nobody knows that I’m here ». The monster finally pointed to Dany : « in fact, there are my two parents who know that I’m here and I live in the neighboring town in the rue Nights street ». « Good, the monster continued, I see you have passed the test. You have two tests left. ».

« The second test, said the monster, is the test of intelligence. You have in front of you three different labyrinths on three sheets. If you superimpose the three sheets, a path is repeated three times and you have to engrave the path on the three sheets with a knife. The only constraint : you are not allowed to superimpose the sheets. You have five minutes, be strategic. Go ! ». The three friends talked to each other, they looked attentively at the labyrinths. They were stressed because the three mazes were extremely complicated. « It's too complicated, shouts Dany, we're never going to get there ! ». The three friends seeked, consulted together, started new strategies. But the five minutes passed. « You have one minute left, said the monster, you have to engrave the paths on the three sheets. Suddenly, David took the knife and engraved the three paths. His shocked friends looked at him. The monster approached and looked carefully the three sheets. « This is a successful test, said the monster, you only have one test left. ».

« The third and final test, said the monster, is the test of courage. This is the fastest but also the most complicated. In a minute, you will designate a person who will be sacrificed to free you. The person chosen by the majority will die instantly. If someone designates himself, he immediately dies and the test is over. If after a minute no one is designated, you all die. » The three friends looked at each other. « You know guys, said Dany, I will designate myself. But before that, I would like to thank you. I had the best time of my life with you, and now it's my turn to do help you. ». The three friends cried. They didn't want to name anyone. Dany turned around, ready to yell his name at the monster. But in a final rush, David, who wasn't able to take the pressure he is under, ran towards the monster and shouted his name. Suddenly, an arrow pierced David's heart. David fell to the ground on his back. His two friends yell and cry. After fifteen seconds, David's heart opens and an extremely powerful light comes out. Alex and Dany, dazzled, close their eyes. When they reopen them, it’s the day, the monster has disappeared, the bodies of David and Edgar are not here, there are now two graves under their belongings.

The end of the Varga dynasty

It was a dark autumn night of 1846, in the Carpathians. The silence was heavy, sinister, deadly… Suddenly a storm burst out. The wind was blowing through the trees of the thick forest and lightnings were ripping out the sky. Then, covering the raging thunder, a terrible scream rose up from the castle high up on the mountain.

            This castle was made of massive stones. It projected over an abrupt ravine. The doors were extremely massive as well, they hardly-ever opened. Nobody knew who lived there. Rumours were running that it was an old rich and bitter man, or a captive gracious lady. But in reality, this castle was the home of Sir Andrassy Varga, only survivor of the Varga dynasty who had inhabited this place for centuries. Sir Varga rarely went out of his room and never went outside the walls of the fort.

            This night, Sir Varga screamed from his gigantic room located on the last floor of the northern tower, at the top of spinning stairs made of stone and covered in dusty crimson velvet. He screamed at the top of his lungs, covered with blood, staring at the creature standing in front of him with frightened eyes.

            Earlier this October 23^rd, 1846, at around 9pm Sir Varga was writing on his desk, by the only little window who let a white thin trickle of light into the room that lightened the painted portrait of his older brother, Sir Zsigmond Varga.

Exactly ten years before this, all the Vargas, from Sir Andrassy’s great uncle to his nieces, except of course, Sir Andrassy himself, had been killed by the blade of Pavlo Vadymovytch Kravtchenko, their all-time enemy. The Kravtchenkos once had a lot of debts towards the Vargas, so they slowly gave them everything they had. Pavlo always wanted to take back from the Vargas what he thought was his.

Kravtchenko, once invited for dinner at the Varga’s castle to try to solve their conflict and instaure acquaintance, got out of his mind for an unknown reason and savagely slaughtered all the women and children in the castle, including the maids. It was an awful massacre. The crimson blood married the velvet. Then each man, including the servants defied Kravtchenko in a sword duel. The evil personage trans pierced every single one of them, without pity. Zsigmond was now alone in the deadly room with the murderer, his little brother was in Paris. It was his turn to try to avenge his family, assassinated right in front of him in the cruellest bloodbath that had probably ever been. He fought this monster of a man with all the anger and rage of the world, he battled courageously, like a knight from the Middle-Age. The duel went more and more intense. Then, at the exact same instant, both swords pierced through the enemy’s stomach. The corpses fell to the floor. Zsigmond died peacefully, knowing that he had avenged his family, but Pavlo seemed tortured: he had been killed and he hadn’t taken back his family’s goods. There was more than that. His eyes that still looked full of rage, anger and madness were staring at a portrait of Andrassy. A Varga was still alive.

            When Sir Andrassy Varga came home, he found the horrific murder scene. The bodies had started rotting. The smell was unbearable. He fell on his knees and cried his family for days, weeks, months. He had lived the past ten years without going out of his room, writing the memories of the Vargas. He was broken and couldn’t recover from the horror he had seen. He was all alone, him, who was a young man full of joy and dreams. He hadn’t spoken for ten years, not even to the only person who stayed with him, a young girl he met in Paris that he had brought back home to be his new maid. She cooked him his meal and brought them to his door. The poor girl was feeling extremely lonely but didn’t want to leave her master alone after all he had been through. Both of them had probably lost the ability to speak.

            So earlier this October 23^rd, 1846, at exactly ten years after the massacre, at around nine in the evening, Sir Varga was writing the memories of his family, when he felt like something wasn’t right. He turned his head and saw the painting of his brother moving slowly, then faster and faster. All the portraits of his family members in the room were moving, according to the loud, percussing noise that made the walls shake, all the portraits of the castle were moving. Sir Varga went crazy, he was talking to the paintings, suddenly believing his family was alive. The maid, awaken by the noise, looked through the lock of his door but was too terrified to enter his room.

            At ten at night, the storm burst out, the window of Sir Varga’s room opened, and a white, living creature entered, holding a bloody sword and hit Andrassy in the stomach with it. He let out a deadly scream. Pavlo Vadymovytch Kravtchenko’s ghost laughed of an evil, demonic laugh. Then, he scratched every portrait of the Vargas with his blade, took, nobody knows how, everything that had belonged to his family, then left, still laughing.

            Sir Andrassy Varga, agonizing on the crimson velvet took his last breath. But then, as he thought he was entering heaven, he looked around him, and saw every single room of his castle, that he hadn’t seen in ten years. All simultaneously. He was stuck each painting of himself, along with his family.

            The maid, who had seen all of this was frightened. But her master was dead, so she could get out of this haunted place. Since then, she had been telling the story of the end of the Varga dynasty. Nobody believed her, but it stayed as a legend in the mysterious Carpathians.

Delouvée Matthieu

      The night was falling on this Halloween day and I couldn’t wait to go hunting for candies. Two hours later, it was finally time! I went to my bed take my costume and my bag but when I got there, my costume had disappeared. I searched everywhere in my room where it could be but it was nowhere. I was sadly starting to look for another costume when I saw a shadow moving outside and suddenly the window opened on its own! I was petrified, the shadow I saw before was getting into the house. My costume was moving by itself! I was terrified, I quickly ran away after locking all the doors on my way. But this was of course not usual, my costume could go under the doors. It went right on me and got me dressed at the moment my mother was getting in the room. After that, I don’t remember anything, but my mother explained to me what happened. She told me that I left the house with my bag and as she thought I was weird, she followed me with her car and I apparently went right to Paris! She was really worried for me because she saw me talking with some flying costumes. All the costumes and me apparently went to the candy hunt until midnight, time where all the costumes stopped to fly and fell on the floor and I woke up. My mom, who during my candy hunt was looking for me in Paris, found me sleeping on the floor, next to some lying costumes with a candy bag in my hands. She also took the costumes with her so I could explain everything when I woke up but I of course had no idea what she was talking about so we burned the costumes. Next year, we will go on the place where the costumes met to see if this strange and scary ceremony happens again!  

Margaux ROCCA- 3^e1                                                                                    March 3rd, 2021                         

Scary Story

This is the story of an American teenager called «Ivy» who survived hell.

Ivy Anderson was born in 1999 in Atlanta and had a happy childhood until her parents died in a car accident when she was 10. Then, she lived with her grandparents before they died a year later. Alone in the world, she was forced to go to an orphanage where she stayed during 7 years. When she finally turned 18 and became independent, she decided to look for a job as an « au pair » and move away from her past to go study at the university of California.

A few months later, the back-to-school day was coming and it was time for her to move in with her employers, the Zoldics. This day was supposed to be her first day in the Zoldic family and therefore a very special one. When she reached the address received by email, she parked her car outisde the property and left it with her suitcase. She was exhausted as she had made a long journey.

She was standing right here, in front of the gate separating her from the huge Zoldic Manor. Impressed, she didn’t dare to ring the bell. After many minutes observing the house without moving, she realized that night was coming and took her bravoure to finally ring the bell. One second later she touched the bell, the gate opened with a horrible screech.

Surprised, she jumped. Thinking that she was ridiculous, she giggled a bit and entered the giant garden rolling her suitcase on the pebbles of the alley. There was nobody. A bit scared of being lonely, she walked a bit faster and arrived at the entrance of the Manor. She stopped and looked at the house again, waiting for the person who had opened the gate for her. It was an old dark stone batisse where each window seemed to be covered by dense curtains.  The burgundy red wooden door was two or three feet taller than her and had a large antique metal handle in the centre.

Seeing that no one was coming, she decided to open the door to go inside and take refuge from the wind. She entered. There were only a few candles on the walls along the velvet staircase in front of the entrance. Dubitative in front of this still empty staircase, she decided to ask if there was someone there, but her only answer was the echo of her own voice. She felt shivers running down her neck. Without knowing why, an aura prevented her from moving forward, terrifying her. The air became icy. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming closer and a honey voice whispering "So little thing, we're lost? Don't worry, I'll take care to bleed you out soon, huh? ".

The young woman was petrified. While descending the stairs calmly, the voice continued to whisper, getting even closer. A few seconds later, she saw a young man with a feline gait and blood-coloured eyes, his canines protruding from his mouth. His skin was as pale as a dead man and his beauty seemed inhuman.  Ivy was totally hypnotized by his eyes and could only hear his voice. She could no more think.

Suddenly, Ivy dropped her suitcase, which crashed to the ground with a thud. Ivy was then brought back to reality and instinctively, her fear taking over, she rushed to the door and ran out as fast as she could towards the gate. Once through the gate, she turned back to see if the horrible figure had followed her, but saw only his pale hand with sharp nails sticking out of the door. Still in shock, she blew and realised she was crying. She had also forgotten her suitcase, but didn't even care about it. She picked up her car keys that she had fortunately slipped into her pocket and drove away as far as her car could carry her with the petrol she had left. From that day on, she went to live in Europe and never returned to America, praying that "the creature" had not followed her here…

…Today, she is in a retirement residence despite her still lively mind. I am the only one of her grandchildren to whom she confided her story because she was afraid that the "creature" would find her and because no one would believe her. No one but me. I've always had a special relationship with her and she knows that I will always believe her.

Even with the few clues she had about it, she never knew what this monster was. A vampire? Maybe, but no one will ever know. Of course, I'm curious to know what it was but I promised her not to look for an answer that could put us in danger so it will remain a secret between a crazy old lady and her quirky grandson…

• By Matthiew Robinson

Scary story

            In December, I decided to go to my grandmother’s castle. I grew up with her because when I was a baby my parents died in a shipwreck. In November, my grandmother died and she gave me all her inheritance. It was the first time that I went to the castle alone, before we went there just during the holidays. The castle was very big and dark, it was by the ocean. Next to that, there was a hut which seemed desert. When I was a child, I couldn’t go to the ocean alone, I was so terrified, because I felt a presence. My grandmother took my hand and walked with me to show me there was nobody.

            When I arrived in the castle, it was dark. After the long journey, I went to sleep immediately. The following day, I was on the balcony when I heard a song. I listened to that attentively and I thought the girl who was singing had a beautiful voice. I was approaching to the ocean because I wanted to see the singer. But when I arrived, there was nobody.  Perhaps the girl was afraid so she ran away.

            Everyday, I came back to the ocean. I hoped to find her. I always stopped in front of the hut. Maybe it was her home, but I never saw someone. One day, I was in my bedroom when I heard a boat and the same song as last time. The girl wasn’t alone this time, I thought they were three. I ran to the beach to see them. I was hiding behind a tree and when I saw what they were doing,  I was blood-curdling. I was freaked out and I couldn’t move so I have stayed behind the tree for many hours.

            I understood everything now, it was not a myth, the sirens existed. They were living in the hut, near the beach. I had always felt a presence, because there was really someone. They were obeying the ocean. They sang in the ocean, the passengers of the boat must have been obsessed by their voice and must have fallen from the boat in the water. So the sirens are killers. I was sure now they were responsible for my parents death. It was because of them that I had no family.

            During one week, I stayed in the castle, but one day I heard the same voice at the first time. I went to the beach to see the siren. When I arrived, she stopped singing and she looked at me. I said:

            _“Tell me. You are a siren. What did you do there exactly?

            _ “Thirty years ago, I should have died in a shipwreck, but the ocean saved me if I became its mermaid for hundred years. To save my life, I accepted. I was with four other sirens and every month we had to choose a shipwreck. It was awfull and we didn’t like that but we didn't have the choice. And if it was not us, the ocean should choose other sirens, many people would agree to become like us because during one hundred years we always stay young and we are never ill  …”

            While she was talking, I felt a slight tingling sensation, but I was so focused on the story that I didn’t care about it.

            _ “Did my mother know you?  I asked         

            _ “Your mother was a siren! After one hundred years, she became human and she did her life. She met you father… You know the end. The ocean didn’t know your mother was on the boat, it loved your mother, it was very sad to have killed your mother. It was an accident”

            I went everyday on the beach to see her. She never came back. One day, I saw the ocean coming towards me. I was moving back slowly as far as possible until I was blocked by a tree. I had my heart in my mouth. I didn’t want to die like my parents. The water touched my foot and I cried in a fright. The water was rising. I trembled like a leaf. I fell in the water, my head was under the water, I suffocated. Suddenly, the ocean ejected me and threw me against a tree. Frantic, I ran without stopping.

            After that, I was getting sicker. No doctor could find the name of my disease and could cure me. I decided to go and talk to the siren to understand what was happening to me, I found another siren, who said:

            _ “It’s too late. You are finally sick. The siren gave you a shot with poison, when she was talking to you the other day. The siren talked to you because the ocean wanted you to die. You shouldn’t have seen who we are. There isn’t any cure, so enjoy your last days. We kill your parents and now we will kill you. You are stupid to think you can survive. “

I take offence about her last sentence. I came back home to wait for my death.

Lucie Arlais