Povesti de groaza

Acum cateva nopti..m-ai culcat eu tarziu pe la 2 noaptea..brusc m-am trezit spre dimineata ca m-a strigat pe nume cineva.o singura data.tare.cand am deschis buimac ochii vocea inca mai rasuna in pereti..o voce barbateasca,puternica..ca in melodia aia Dance with the devil , 6th gate

georgy_4you a scris:

georgy_4you a scris:

sal!! nu mai zice nimeni povesti de groază?

nu...numai zice nimeni povesti de groaza

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este o poveste horror facuta de mine pt un proiect la engleza. am postat`o asa pt ca nu mai am timp sa traduc si in romana, dar o sa-o postez si tradusa in curand

It's feeling a little chilly in here... Maybe the spirits are awake and roaming? Here's a tale, passed down from generations of Mildred Mildews, which will really keep you on edge...

Christina was not the most popular girl in town, so it came as a big surprise when Jack asked her on a date. Besides being cute, Jack was a staple on the Huntington High football team.

Christina couldn't understand why he would want to spend a Friday night with her, especially when the school was teeming with girls who would have given their right bones for a chance with Jack. A bit hesitant, Christina accepted and Jack said he would pick her up at 8pm that Friday.

Christina was full of nerves on Friday night. Jack arrived promptly at 8pm and after meeting Christina's parents, they both said goodbye and headed to his car.

"So, where are we headed?" Christina asked Jack.

"We're meeting up with Samantha and Brent at Pennhurst Academy."

Pennhurst Academy...Christina had never been there, but everyone KNEW of Pennhurst Academy. It was an abandoned children's hospital and many people believed it was haunted. During the 1930s, a wave of tuberculosis had killed hundreds of children. When Christina was a child, her father used to tease her, "I'll send you to Pennhurst if you don't behave."

The road leading to Pennhurst was isolated and dark. The trees were thick and tall. They hung over the road like heavy drapes, blocking out any moonlight. Pennhurst was an enormous building built of heavy brick. Two wings extended off the main entrance, and hundreds of windows were falling and skewed on the building's front.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" Christina said, glancing nervously to Jack.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal. You're not scared are you?" he asked.

"No. It's fine. I just haven't seen Pennhurst before...," she said, trying to convince herself it was really OK.

All four took their first steps into the abandoned building. The hallway was dark and ancient. As they walked down the corridor, Christina glanced into the rooms, leading off from the hall.

Old beds with rusty springs, stained curtains and forgotten clothing lay strewn about. The air was thick and smelled like formaldehyde. "It's ok," she kept telling herself. "They're just rumors." But this didn't calm her nerves.

"We're going to look for the old cafeteria." Brent said. He and Samantha took off, flashlight in hand.

"Let's go this way." Jack motioned to a corridor off to the right.

"Ok..." Christina agreed shakily. They walked down the corridor and came to a door marked "Basement."

"This is so cool. I'm going to check it out." Jack reached for the doorknob. By now Christina was thoroughly freaked out. "I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Well, wait right here. I'll be back in a few minutes." Before Christina could protest, Jack disappeared through the door. Christina began to pace in front of the door. The chilly air was beginning to get to her and she rubbed her arms up and down for warmth. "He'll be back soon," she kept thinking.

Far off she heard something. It sounded like a creaky door, but she wasn't sure. She started to walk down the hallway towards the noise. When she reached the end, she noticed that the sound appeared to be coming from the room on the left.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she said as she cautiously looked around the room. The room was empty, except for a blood lying in the middle of the floor. As Christina stared at the object, a small hand reached up and gripped her wrist.

Christina jumped. It was a tiny little girl, no older than six. She was dressed in a white hospital gown and her hand was freezing. The little girl grinded her teeth and moaned. blood ran down her face. "Leave me alone!" Christina screamed as she tried to loosen the girl's grip. "Graaaaa" "graaaaaa" the girl's eyes rolled in her head. But the girl held fast. "Someone help!" Christina screamed again. This time, she used her other hand to work at the tiny fingers.

"Graaaaa, graaaa," the little girl shrieked.

"Leave. Me. Alone," Christina screamed. She shoved the girl to the side and ran out the door, down the corridor and out the entrance. In the parking lot, Samantha, Brent and Jack were standing around

"Christina, where did you go? We were getting worried." Jack said.

Christina couldn't hold back the tears. "There was a little girl. She tried to attack me. She wouldn't let go..." She began to sob. Jack put his arm around her and they walked to the car. "It's just your mind playing tricks. If I knew you would be scared, I wouldn't have taken you here."

He started the car and as they drove down the long drive, Christina looked at her wrist. A purple bruise was beginning to form...

Crizatu666 a scris:

mah da pe vremea lu' maicata existau Non Stopuri???

ChrisTinA_WhisperWind a scris:

este o poveste horror facuta de mine pt un proiect la engleza. am postat`o asa pt ca nu mai am timp sa traduc si in romana, dar o sa-o postez si tradusa in curand

It's feeling a little chilly in here... Maybe the spirits are awake and roaming? Here's a tale, passed down from generations of Mildred Mildews, which will really keep you on edge...

Christina was not the most popular girl in town, so it came as a big surprise when Jack asked her on a date. Besides being cute, Jack was a staple on the Huntington High football team.

Christina couldn't understand why he would want to spend a Friday night with her, especially when the school was teeming with girls who would have given their right bones for a chance with Jack. A bit hesitant, Christina accepted and Jack said he would pick her up at 8pm that Friday.

Christina was full of nerves on Friday night. Jack arrived promptly at 8pm and after meeting Christina's parents, they both said goodbye and headed to his car.

"So, where are we headed?" Christina asked Jack.

"We're meeting up with Samantha and Brent at Pennhurst Academy."

Pennhurst Academy...Christina had never been there, but everyone KNEW of Pennhurst Academy. It was an abandoned children's hospital and many people believed it was haunted. During the 1930s, a wave of tuberculosis had killed hundreds of children. When Christina was a child, her father used to tease her, "I'll send you to Pennhurst if you don't behave."

The road leading to Pennhurst was isolated and dark. The trees were thick and tall. They hung over the road like heavy drapes, blocking out any moonlight. Pennhurst was an enormous building built of heavy brick. Two wings extended off the main entrance, and hundreds of windows were falling and skewed on the building's front.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" Christina said, glancing nervously to Jack.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal. You're not scared are you?" he asked.

"No. It's fine. I just haven't seen Pennhurst before...," she said, trying to convince herself it was really OK.

All four took their first steps into the abandoned building. The hallway was dark and ancient. As they walked down the corridor, Christina glanced into the rooms, leading off from the hall.

Old beds with rusty springs, stained curtains and forgotten clothing lay strewn about. The air was thick and smelled like formaldehyde. "It's ok," she kept telling herself. "They're just rumors." But this didn't calm her nerves.

"We're going to look for the old cafeteria." Brent said. He and Samantha took off, flashlight in hand.

"Let's go this way." Jack motioned to a corridor off to the right.

"Ok..." Christina agreed shakily. They walked down the corridor and came to a door marked "Basement."

"This is so cool. I'm going to check it out." Jack reached for the doorknob. By now Christina was thoroughly freaked out. "I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Well, wait right here. I'll be back in a few minutes." Before Christina could protest, Jack disappeared through the door. Christina began to pace in front of the door. The chilly air was beginning to get to her and she rubbed her arms up and down for warmth. "He'll be back soon," she kept thinking.

Far off she heard something. It sounded like a creaky door, but she wasn't sure. She started to walk down the hallway towards the noise. When she reached the end, she noticed that the sound appeared to be coming from the room on the left.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she said as she cautiously looked around the room. The room was empty, except for a blood lying in the middle of the floor. As Christina stared at the object, a small hand reached up and gripped her wrist.

Christina jumped. It was a tiny little girl, no older than six. She was dressed in a white hospital gown and her hand was freezing. The little girl grinded her teeth and moaned. blood ran down her face. "Leave me alone!" Christina screamed as she tried to loosen the girl's grip. "Graaaaa" "graaaaaa" the girl's eyes rolled in her head. But the girl held fast. "Someone help!" Christina screamed again. This time, she used her other hand to work at the tiny fingers.

"Graaaaa, graaaa," the little girl shrieked.

"Leave. Me. Alone," Christina screamed. She shoved the girl to the side and ran out the door, down the corridor and out the entrance. In the parking lot, Samantha, Brent and Jack were standing around

"Christina, where did you go? We were getting worried." Jack said.

Christina couldn't hold back the tears. "There was a little girl. She tried to attack me. She wouldn't let go..." She began to sob. Jack put his arm around her and they walked to the car. "It's just your mind playing tricks. If I knew you would be scared, I wouldn't have taken you here."

He started the car and as they drove down the long drive, Christina looked at her wrist. A purple bruise was beginning to form...

da si traduceo:o:

salllllllllllllll sunt nou pe aici si vreau sa va intreb ceva..." ati auzit de mireasa de la radovan???ce credeti e adevarat??

sa va spun o chestie foarte ciudata care mi s-a intamplat ieri . Eram cu prietena mea ,Regina , in parc cand , deodata am vazut sus , cam la vreo 2 metri distanta de sol , intr-un copac , aceasi femeie pe care am vazut-o pe biserica , in excursia din ardeal . Ne-am speriat si am fugit . Apoi am sunat-o pe Raluka , care plangea si ne-a zis ca tocmai a vazut femeia de pe biserica din ardeal , la geam . Nu am patit nimik dar m-am speriat foarte tare .!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!