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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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...

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.

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.

“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.