(Open on a rather spooky landscape. A wolf howls in the background. A truck with the sign "The Macabre Book Mobile" pulls up. The sign lifts up revealing a cavalcade of books. A rather grim looking narrator, Señor. Macabro, arises from under with an ominous light beneath him as we hear the "Toccata and Fugue in D minor".)
Señor. Macabro: Hello, children. Welcome to the Macabre Book Mobile. What is your pleasure tonight? How about a fright? Well, you are in luck, because I have three stories that are guaranteed to make you scream with delight. Mwa...Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! (a hand tickles him with a feather) Stop it! (takes the feather) Enough with the feather. We talked about this. Now, knock it off and go stand over there by the Chifferobe. And stay off of those olives. I'm saving them. (zoom in) For company. Mwa...Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hipster Guy: (offscreen) Uh, excuse me?
Señor. Macabro: What?
Hipster Guy: Can I get a free-range organic grilled cheese slider?
Senor Macabro: This isn't a food truck, you baboon. It's a Macabre Book Mobile.
Hipster Guy: (takes out phone and leaves) Yeah, I'm totally giving you a bad review.
Senor Macabro: (shakes fist) May the ancient moths of Sumeria feast upon your skinny jeans! (phone buzzes) One star? Man, that burns. Now where was I? Oh, yes. The first story in our (blood red title appears on screen) Mexican Creepypasta Tales of Horror... (notices the title on screen) Oh, for crying out loud! (Takes out a squeegee and wipes off the words, line by line.) Sorry about that. Now where were we?
YOU ARE READING
Mexican Creepypasta Tales of Horror
TerrorIn this trilogy of scary tales, Frida accidentally conjures up a spell that summon the ghost of a abused girl, Mariella sings a creepy yet cute song that drives her friends crazy, and Grandpapi meets the ghost of a girl who kept bothering him.
