Title: Dave’s Rest Carlos Díaz 2°B
Main Character: Dave
Dave was the town’s gravedigger. Everyone knew him as a good man, quiet,
hardworking, honest… but always tired, like he carried a heavy weight no one
could see.
He had a strange habit. He would dig graves before anyone died. And somehow, he
was always right. People whispered about it, but no one ever asked.
One stormy night, Dave dug a grave with no name, just the initials D.R. Something
about it felt different. When he got home, he found a letter on his table. It was in his
own handwriting, though he didn’t remember writing it. It said his work was done,
that the grave was for him, and that the earth was finally giving him rest.
The next morning, Dave was gone. Only the freshly covered grave remained.
Since then, new graves still appear, ready before they’re needed. And some say
Dave is still there somewhere, quietly working… because even death needs
someone it can trust.
The Whispering Church
In the heart of an abandoned town stood an ancient Gothic church,
its walls blackened by centuries of sorrow. The moonlight barely
reached its cracked windows, and the wind howled through the
empty corridors like forgotten prayers.
Jason walked through the heavy wooden doors, his footsteps echoing
on the stone floor. His eyes were cold and mysterious, almost glowing
in the candlelight that flickered weakly in the darkness. He wore a
long black coat, the scent of rain and ashes following him wherever
he went.
Jason was calm, but inside, his soul was tormented. His past was a
blur of danger, mystery, and loneliness. Some said he was cursed;
others whispered that he could speak with the spirits trapped within
the church walls.
As he approached the altar, a faint voice called his name — “Jason”...
The candles shivered. The sound seemed to come from everywhere
and nowhere. He turned, but no one was there. The voice grew
louder. Shadows began to move, forming human shapes — the souls
of those who once prayed there, now lost in eternal silence.
Jason closed his eyes. He could feel their pain, their sorrow. He wasn’t
afraid. He had come to free them. He lifted a silver cross from his coat
and whispered words in an ancient tongue. The church trembled,the
stained glass shattered, and a cold wind swept through the hall.
When the light returned, Jason was gone.
Only the echo of his name remained — “Jason”...
No one ever entered the church again. But on stormy nights, people
say they can still see a dark figure standing by the altar, whispering to
the dead.
The Lonely Church By: Haim Catalina, 2°A
Winter took refuge in the church, seeking solace in the silence and the
dim light. She sat in the farthest pew, wrapped in her cloak of mystery
and sorrow, and closed her eyes, letting the scent of incense and old
wood envelop her.
Suddenly, her sister Connie burst in with a radiant smile.
"Winter! I found you!" Connie exclaimed, running towards her.
Winter looked up, and for a moment, her expression softened.
"I'm not going to the party, Connie.I’m not in the mood."
Connie sat down beside her and took her hand.
"Winter, you need to get out and
forget your troubles. I'm here for you."
Winter looked at her sister, and for an instant, her gaze softened.
Maybe, with Connie's help, she could find a little peace.
Together, they joined the prayers that began in the church, their voices
blending in a hymn of hope.
A glimmer of hope.
And in that moment, Winter smiled faintly, feeling that maybe, just mayb
everything could get better.
Jeepers Creepers
A group of friends was traveling down a deserted road when they
suddenly saw The Creeper, a man with a grotesque face and glowing
eyes. He chased them with his truck, killing some and leaving others
fleeing for their lives.
The nightmare had begun.
One of the survivors screamed:
"He comes back every 23 years..."
Mr. Bandito By: Máximo Suárez y Agustín Argañaráz 2° A
Mister Bandito, born into a family of military personnel, was sent to a
military camp at a young age. There, his exceptional accuracy and
skill with weapons were quickly recognized through rigorous
practice. He steadily improved.
After extensive training, he was assigned to a higher-ranking unit. He
observed that his peers were skilled, but he surpassed them. His
captain quickly recognized his talent.
Thus, Mister Bandito continued to train relentlessly, driven by his
goal of succeeding the captain. Three years later, and after much
more practice, he was promoted to captain.
The Echo
Daniel Chow entered the forbidden forest to prove he wasn’t afraid.
His grandmother had warned him:
“If you hear an echo that isn’t yours, don’t answer.”
In the heart of the woods, he found a cabin marked with strange
symbols. Then he heard his name, whispered by a voice that wasn’t
his. The echo followed. A pale shadow, a step behind.Daniel clutched
his amulet and ran until he escaped outside. He was safe, but in his
notebook appeared a phrase he never wrote:
"YOU WILL RETURN. WE ALL RETURN."
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe (Boston, 1809 – Baltimore, 1849) was an American
writer, poet, critic, and journalist. He is recognized as a master of the
short story and influenced French symbolist literature. He is
considered the inventor of detective fiction and a precursor to
psychological horror. His works explored the human mind, paving
the way for modern horror and symbolism. He tried to live off his
writing, with unfortunate consequences.
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