My name is Austin, last summer I decided to invite a group of friends to my dead grandfather’s house in the countryside who died a few years ago. On the first day, we were riding our horses as I used to do when I was a kid and we could see an old building. We felt curious and decided to go to see what it was. It was hidden in the trees and it was an ancient church. The sun was setting and I told them we should go back home because from the beginning I didn’t like the atmosphere in that place. I had a bad feeling but my friends entered anyway and I decided to stay outside. Ten minutes later, while my friends were inside, I heard some strange whisperings, like a female voice saying “stay away from this place”. I could hear some scratchings coming from that mysterious church.
After a few minutes, my friends came out and laughed at my frightened face. I told them about the whispers I had heard and they told me they didn’t hear what I was saying and they didn’t believe me. They thought I had lost my mind but I was sure that some mystery hid that terrifying place.
We went back to my late grandfather’s house to have dinner and sleep. During the night, when all the lights were off, the boys started to wonder if what I told them was true, I seriously began to tell them that there were really loud whispers and scratches coming from inside the house and it seemed strange to me that they had not heard anything.
“Ha-ha-ha” they laughed and they make me look like an idiot. For them, it was all a joke, and they went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast alone because everybody else was sleeping, or at least that is what I thought. But when I returned to the bedroom to wake them up, I was scared because what I saw was horrifying: all of them were dead, petrified!
Since that day I’ve never returned to that place…
Student: Martin Cordeiro
Level: Elementary
