Spine-Chilling Stories in English & Spanish - Historias de terror en inglés y español
Multiple authors - Varios autores
Both languages will be in each chapter. English first, then Spanish.
Las historias estarán en los dos idiomas en cada capítulo. P...
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We are devils, we come from hell, we ask for treats for our journey.
Dublin, Ireland
The fall season had arrived in the town of Stoneybatter, and it was the first sign of what was to come in the sinister month of the year. Pumpkins of various sizes and shapes, along with other shadowy figures, adorned the gardens, windows, and porches of homes. Residents took Halloween very seriously and competed to have the scariest decorations.
The children in the community were the most excited about Halloween, except for Dugan. While the others longed for a big, sugary haul, Dugan found more satisfaction in what the trick could provide. He enjoyed seeing the looks on the faces of the young children when he chose trick; none of them were prepared for the reaction, but the pranks were anything but creative.
Dugan was an adolescent boy with an exaggerated fanaticism for all things scary. He had watched hundreds of scary movies without batting an eyelid; the despair in the victims' eyes at their fatal fate gave him enormous pleasure. The idea of starring in a horror movie was on his mind; he would not be one of those characters who died after two minutes, he would be the survivor who wrote a book and became famous by recounting the terrible situations he had experienced.
Days later, the long-awaited Halloween arrived as the most anticipated guest of an event, dragging its long tail of darkness and death.
"Dugan, Darren! We're leaving now," said the mother, "we'll be back in the morning. Don't get into trouble while we're gone." When she got no answer, she approached the stairs and shouted, "Darren, Darren! Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, Mom," Darren replied from his room. "You and Dad can go to your meeting in peace."
"Dugan?"
"I heard you, Mom," he replied. "I'll be good, I promise."
The mother nodded unconvinced; her youngest son was quite naughty.
"The boys will be fine," her husband reassured her. "We'll be back in a few hours, what can happen in such a short time? Nothing."
"You are right. I'm worrying for no reason."
The couple got into the car. The mother took one last look at the house and thought she should stop being so overprotective of her children. The next day, however, she reproached herself with heavy sobs that if she had been more observant, if she had listened to her maternal instincts, she would have avoided the terrible outcome.
Time passed and Darren, tired of playing video games, decided to go to a friend's house. He went upstairs and found his brother lying on one of the couches in the living room.
"I'm going to Kyle's house for a while. Aren't you afraid to be alone at night with all the evil spirits out there?"
"Of course not, I'm thirteen. I don't scare easily."
