Halloween

Tonigh is Halloween. My friends and I are going to the cemetery. The path has got mystery and it is glomy. There is full moon. There is fog and wind is shaking the trees. I am afraid and I feel cold. We arrive to the cemetery. We open the big iron door and we enter. There is mud and my shoes are dirty. There is silence.

We walk slowly and we look at the tombs. A bat is flying over my head. We can hear footsteps. Something is coming towards us. Suddenly a zombie appears and he says:

- It is our home. You mustn´t be here, you are disturbing.-

The tombs are opening and skeletons and zombies go out. They have got axes and knives. We run and they pursue us. They walk very slowly but we run very fast. We are very, very afraid. We go into the forest. We are lost. An eagle owl looks at us attentively. Suddenly I hear a strange noise................RÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍNNNG!!!!!!! It is the alarm-clock. It is only a dream! It isn´t real!! But... why are my shoes full of mud??

4 comentarios

[Jordan 4 - 10 de septiembre de 2010 - 07:56]

Tears are the silent language of grief.

[Jordan 4 - 08 de septiembre de 2010 - 07:18]

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

[Nike Shox Turbo - 07 de septiembre de 2010 - 01:46]

To make good use of life one should have in youth the experience of advanced years, and in old age the vigor of youth. (Stanislars I, Polish king)

[Jordan Flight 45 - 02 de septiembre de 2010 - 07:24]

You introduction is detail, thank you so a lot of material, but why do not you deliver some reference pictures?