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Joan drove to the conference hall. That night he was attending the opening ceremony of an art exhibition. His friend Pere had just finished what he had called “the work of his life”. When he entered the hall, he smelled that atmosphere you can smell at a museum. That calmly air that mixes with the dust of recently opened boxes. He found himself alone in this open space. He felt something weird, a presence at his back. He turned, and then the cold lightning of a knife split his heart. The last thing he remembered was spitting blood to the ground while his friend cut his head.

“Art is developing. Not only what you see guides you in the artistic experience, but all your senses get involved in an experience will remain in your memory. It’s like Pere Jackson has done something he isn’t telling us. Seeing his work is like seeing something it was alife not so far ago”. Pere read this and smiled. The satisfaction of finishing some hard work. What a misunderstanding. What Joan didn’t understand was that sentence. “The work of his life”. It was not Pere’s life. It was Joan’s.

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Once upon a time, in a small dark village there was a little boy named Peter. He was longing for new friends because he was feeling alone. He was new in town.

It was Halloween's night and he was dressing up and getting ready for trick or treat when suddenly someone knocked on his door. He opened the door and nobody was there .While he was going upstairs, he heard a whisper of an old lady calling his name.

Once again he heard someone knocking on the door. He ran towards it but this time something appeared.

It was an old lady claming for her house.

Peter woke up and realized it was just a dream.

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It was a chilly autumn night, few hours before Halloween night, when I started to feel unwell. I took my car and I drove directly to the nearest hospital. Suddenly I started to see some shadows under the traffic lights. I started to feel worried. The car started to shake and I could see the roots of the trees growing up through the road.

Few minutes later I got to the hospital with some injuries in my body. A very strange nurse appeared out of the blue and took me into a surgery medical room. She seemed very terrifying about my physical appearance. She suddenly injected some strange liquid to my body and I started trembling.

Before to pass out, I saw my body turning to a creepy beast.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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It was a sunny day or it seemed like one. As every Tuesday we were to attend a tedious English class in EOI school.

Albert, our powerful teacher, was expecting us with a suspicious smile an a pale face. At first it seemed like a regular class but suddenly, something out of the blue catch us by surprise: light switched off and Albert's face was glowing red. His body got voluminous and his hair started to grow along his figure. Albert turned into a wolf man.

Everybody got petrified while he moaned and jumped off the window. All of us took a look out and nobody was there, he disappeared. Has someone seen Albert?

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It was a quiet and dark night at the remoted town of Freiburg, the weather was cold, but at the Duskmere Mansion, settled at the top of the village you could even smell the festive atmosphere of the autumn equinox. The tradition of the wealthy family traced back to the 17th century, where they welcomed fall in a quite different way.

The annual tradition was to play a gymkhana in groups of 3 in the extension of forest they owned behind the mansion. This year the game had to change because of the murder. The youngest of the family happened to find a beheaded body, all covered in blood, while finding clues.

The gymkhana turned into a real life nightmare, all of a sudden, what was a happy tradition turned into an unresolved mystery that they had to confront. The first thought was to discover who the murdered was, and when it turned out it was the family gardener, they stared to blame each other, while a mysterious figure was surrounding the forest with blood on his hands.

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It was the last dark night of October. Just like every year, my friends and I went trick or treating. Everybody in the village were asking for candy. Suddenly, we found ourselves on the outskirts and a hair-raising sound came from a house in the middle of the forest. So we decided to continue walking into the deep and creepy forest. Nothing has been the same since that day. Michael, a friend of us, knocked the door of a strange-looking house when suddenly a black shadow swallowed him. As a result, we started running away from the house as we were screaming for help. We went to the police station to explain to them what had happened, but when the police arrived at the location, the house wasn’t there and therefore nobody believed us.

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There's a lonely child lost in the park. He looks for the way out, sadly he took the wrong way.

Suddenly he found himself in the cementery, he came across a horrible, creppy and scaring old lady. At the sight of the woman he pounced and fell down into an open and empty tomb. The woman spirit stabs the child and close the lid of the tomb.

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Once upon a time in a small picturesque village in the countryside, there was a group of kids celebrating Halloween with the typical Trick or Treat. As every year, while walking past the house of the renowned “Woman of the Cats” they were strongly afraid to knock on that door.

People said that creepy old woman kidnapped children to use their bodies to feed her not-so-adorable-cats.

Fortunately, the next house was Mrs. Turkey, known for giving lots of sweets to all the children, so they did not hesitate to knock on her door. She kindly opened the door and offered them to get into the house. Surprisingly, when passing by the kitchen they saw a human hand inside a big pot of broth. Extremely scared, the kids started running out of the house.

Outside the house, the Woman of the Cats was waiting for them with the police, who were advised as she saw some children getting into the house and never going out. That day, the children learnt that not everything is what it seems and sometimes rumours are not true.

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Luca was heading to his first trip all by himself. He took a train on a sunny spring day at 5pm. The environment in the wagon was rather familiar and relaxed. Luca put on his headphones and played a true-crime podcast.

He had never heard before about Jane Fasser, an old lady accused of murdering more than 60 people in a small town in Wales. She was known as the axe-granny, as all her murders were committed the same cruel way.

A few minutes later, Luca felt slept, but shortly after he was woken up by some intense shrieks. All of a sudden, the environment in the train was not friendly anymore. As everybody else, he was covered in blood. Those who were not screaming, were already dead. Cruelty dead. And the ones still alive seemed to run away from him. He noticed a heavy weight in his right hand. An axe, just like the one that made Jane Fasser famous.

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It was a foggy and rainy autumn afternoon, a really cold one, and I was driving back to my parents' house. I couldn't see anything because of the fog and suddenly a moose ran over my car. I steered to the left in fear and pulled the break. I had to get out of the car to check the poor beast that had bumped onto my dearest Cherokee, which I named Rommel Tank.

It was down pouring and, out of nowhere, a lightning bolt stroke me. In that moment, I had a very frightening realistic vision. It showed my parents dead in their bed, blood was everywhere, with a dreadful message written on the wall: YOU WILL BE THE NEXT.

I got in the car and sped up the engine to reach their house as soon as possible to avoid the tragedy. Unfortunately, my parents were in the exact position as in my vision, it was a real nightmare! All I could focus on was that now was my turm.