It was December and four adventurous and brave mountain hikers from Catalonia, tried to cross the Pyrenees on foot during the biggest snowfall of the 70s. 

The night arrived, then, they decided to take refuge in a cave which was close to the top of the mountain of Montado. In the middle of the night, one of them, whose name was Pere, started talking to himself. Suddenly, he said:”They are calling me, they are calling me and I have to go with them”. Then, their companions, who were still a bit asleep, asked him “Who is calling you? You're dreaming because you're very tired”. But Pere seemed possessed, he only repeated the same words: "They are calling me and I have to go with them". Unexpectedly, Pere stood up and ran out of the cave very quickly, barefoot and without a coat. His companions dressed quickly and followed him out. At first, they could follow his footsteps in the snow. But after a while they noticed that the footsteps were less deep. It was as if his companion had been raised above the ground, finally, the footsteps disappeared in the middle of nowhere. His friends and the firemen searched for him for weeks, but never heard from him.

The cave is actually called the cave of whispers. People say that if you sleep in the cave during the month of December, you can hear someone calling you. 

I just was teen years old when my parents had to move to Manchester for work so It was a little difficult for me to leave my city and my friends, especially my best friend Laura, we were thick as thieves. 

We spent a lot of time in her home, her mother was the most likeable person that I have ever met.  

As I was saying, in my first day in Bristol the most important thing for me was to visit Laura, so  in this moment I was in front of her house, by the way my heart was beating very fast I had not seen her for years. We hadn’t talked on the phone either, because we didn’t have mobile.

It was ten in the morning, I rang the doorbell and no one answered.  I waited a while and I rang the bell again. 

At that  moment the bells of the church across the street rang, when I felt them I got goosebumps. 

Then, the door opened.

Hi dear! Megan’s mother said to me, and she invited me to come in. She gave me a cup of tea and we had been talking for two hours about important things like life, death also if I believed in God. 

It was a strange conversation, I thought,  but I was feeling very comfortable with her. About twelve o’clock Laura’s mother told me she had to go and immediately she accompanied me to the door. When the door closed the bells rang again, my skin bristled, after that I decided to sit on a bench in front of Laura’s house but then I saw Laura coming, I sprinted  towards her and hugged her. Laura was very content to see me but her  face changed when I told her that I had been talking to his mother. Laura told me that not be  possible. I asked her why it was not  possible?.

Laura’s face was white and her eyes were teary, with a low voice she told me….  last year my mum died, just a year ago today.

It was a rainy day and I wanted to see where the exam site would be next morning before the sun set.

Heavy rainy days were not strange in Minehead but today it was an electrical stormy day.

The parking lot was almost empty. My car was lonely there without any other around.

Suddenly a flash lit up the whole sky when a big lightning fell on my car. Only my car was damaged.

It was there burning.

I tried to take it easy. I phoned the fire station. Harry was on service tonight. He told me he would take care of everything. There was nothing to do tonight that he couldn't do. I could fill the forms up next week. Then he repeated my own words of a moment ago: “Hurry up, Charles! It’s a long way to Truru”.

I knew him in the volunteering of reading and transcription of the censuses of population of the 18^th century written in Cornish.

I headed to the train station and bought a ticket to Truru. There was no direct train from Minehead to Truru. I had to make a connection in Taunton. Fortunately it was a fast change in the same platform.

When my train arrived I realized it was a steam train. I felt it strange. The steam locomotives only ran for tourist uses. I didn’t worry much about it.

The next surprise was in Taunton when I saw the train from Birmingham. It was an old style compartment wagon train. I got up, chose a quiet compartment and sat to rest and to forget everything: the steam train, my car, the unpaid bills, the words of Bill saying if I got police sergeant grade I would have to move from Somerset.

Before arriving to Cullompton a girl opened my compartment asking if I knew how many stops there were before Truru. She was in the contiguous compartment and she hadn’t used this line before. It was her first visit to Cornwall. She didn’t know Truru at all.

She introduced herself: Nan Lynn Rosen. It was a big surprise, she also was going to the sergeant promotion exam. She hadn’t been able to do the exams in the Midlands because she was confined for covid but fortunately she could change the examination site.

On the long way to Truru we could become good friends.

When we arrived at the Truru Train Station it was almost the time the B&B I had hired had to close but it was not far from the station.

We still arrived on time but they were waiting for me in the afternoon, not after dark so late. They had offered the room to someone else. There were no other rooms available for me and even less for Nan. In the hurry, she hadn’t been able to hire anything from Birmingham.

The solution they found was a couple of not much recently used rooms in an old manor house close to Calenick Creek. The loneliest place amid the city of Truru, the river and Calenick Creek.

We accepted the offer, got the key, called for a taxi and went there to rest for the promotion exam the next morning. The taxi driver advised us there was no mobile phone coverage there and we would not be able to call for a taxi. So we arranged he would come back to return us to the city at 6 in the morning.

The house had not been used for long time and it was not properly cleaned. We were already advised of it. We had to remove the dust protection sheets and we wouldn’t have breakfast service in the morning. But it would be good enough to spend the night. Much better than a humid bus stop bench in a heavy rainy night. Here we could choose which room we preferred and it was quiet.

It was a terrible night with a lot of thunderflashes, lighting the whole sky and rattling the window panes with every thunder. Fortunately in the bed, under the blanket, everything was all right.

Next morning everything was silent. It had stopped raining. I got dressed, went out of my room to the corridor and knocked on Nan’s door.

There was no reply.

As I opened the door my surprise was that it seemed she hadn’t been there in all the night. I didn’t understand anything.

It was time to go to the exam. The taxi arrived and at first he asked if she was late.

I asked the taxi driver to enter and explained she was not there. I didn’t know where Nan was. I showed him the room she had chosen and the room I had chosen to spend the night. He looked at some more rooms and at the common spaces of the house.

It was very late so I had to go to he exam.

He advised me to hurry because the rain had raised the level of the Truru River and some streets were closed near Blewetts Wharf. We would have to make a round to get to the examination site.

I asked the taxi driver for his phone number to contact him just in case she didn’t appear at the exam venue, just to fill out a missing person report.

Perhaps someone else came to look for her in the middle of the storm and I didn’t hear the car or see the lights.

I arrived just on time, before the doors of the exam were closed.

In the introduction of the exam the first words were from Major Williams:

“I’m not the person who was expected to be here today. You know this has been the first great pandemic since the 1918 flu. Many of us have seen many people dying in elderly homes and perhaps we have lost someone in recent days. It’s especially dangerous in our job. We must be in contact with many different people who don’t remember they could have covid when they have a problem and they need the police.

So, when you return to your police station. Please! Pay attention. Use the covid protections. To be able to help others you must protect yourself first.

I’ve just said I’m not the person who was expected to be here today. The person who was meant to be here was Nan Lynn Rosen. A very good person to take example of. Every policeman under his command appreciated her. She died last week... from covid. My condolences to the relatives of Ms. Rosen”.

 

It was Halloween night, it was raining cats and dogs and a big storm was coming. The family was in the house watching TV, when suddenly someone knocked on the door. 

“knock, knock”

The father went to open the door, but when he was opening the door, the daughter screamed so loud:

-       Aaaaaahhhh!! I see an eyeless girl, she’s sitting on the sofa!!

The Mom said:

-       What do you mean? 

-       Mom, I saw a girl sitting here!

-       But now, there is nobody here. Maybe you had a nightmare.

 

The mother didn’t pay any attention to what her daughter said and continued watching TV.

While this was happening, the father was at the door, and saw that nobody was outside. He thought that maybe it was some child who was playing trick or treat.

 

After that, the mother decided to go to sleep with her daughter. When they were sleeping, Alice was woken up by her bedroom door opening. She felt that someone brushed against her leg and how the bed sank under the weight of a person. It’s just Mom, she thought, and she opened her eyes. 

She realised that it was not her mom, it was the girl without eyes, who had black empty sockets. And it was really frightening! 

The eyeless girl stared into Alice’s eyes. Alice couldn’t look away her black empty sockets and everything looked blacker and blacker.

The next day, the mother tried to wake Alice, but she realised that her daughter was shocked and lost. The mother thought that Alice had had a nightmare, but after a few hours the girl was still the same. The parents were very concerned about that.

Finally, in the evening, Alice spoke up and said: Parents, tonight I saw the eyeless girl again, and now I think I’m blind. I didn’t see anything, all it’s dark.

After what happened, the parents decided to leave again into their last house and never come back.

It’s said that on Halloween night you can still see the eyeless girl walking around the house. Since then the house is called Alice’s haunted house.

After some minutes, that strange voice stopped asking for help. His mother got out of Mike’s bedroom, she went to pick up her mobile phone because they wanted to call his husband, Joe.

When they explained that to Joe. He left work and he arrived very quickly at home.

Joe was a brave man, so he decided to go around the house and look for someone or any clue about what was happening.

He didn’t find anything, however they fell asleep another time but all three together in Joe’s bedroom.

Next day in the morning, when they all got up, they found the breakfast had been prepared alone. None of them had prepared it.

They didn’t give it importance and they ate it without problems.

In the afternoon they were watching TV and for a moment the lights went out. When the lights returned, a sentence appeared on the TV screen. In the sentence was written “Hello, I’m back”.

They were horrified and they called the police. While the police were arriving they went around the house but they couldn’t see anything. 

Finally the police arrived, they also couldn’t see anything. For some days the police stayed outside their home to keep an eye on. 

All the family decided to move to another house because they weren’t feeling safe so after a month making the move they are living in another house.

In the house where strange things happen, nowadays, is a family living there. 

Will it happen the same as them?

Cristina and Emma left the city early in the morning, the night before they had agreed with Sonia and Tony to meet in the start of the hike, at the parking they got used to park the car. When Cristina and Sonia arrived at the parking, they started to walk and after 20 minutes walking a thick fog started to appear. Cristina started to felt anxious and suggest to their friends turned around but they prefer to keep walking. Cristina was so frightened so she decided to go back and waited for them in the car, Emma offered to go with her but Cristina didn’t accept.

When she started to walk back to the car she heard some strange sounds and felt disoriented, after more than 30 minutes walking she couldn’t found the car. Suddenly she heard some voices and followed them thinking it was from their friends and they was looking for her, but she wasn’t able to found anybody and neither the car, she was totally lost in the forest. Suddenly, she saw a shadow among the fog and when she got closer to it she realize there was a man, staring at her. She felt very relief; this man maybe could help her to find the car. She explained to the man she was lost and asked him help to found the parking, after listen this words the man started to walk. Cristina followed him, thinking he was helping at her. 

When Sonia, Emma and Tony arrived at the parking Cristina wasn’t there. They were very surprised because Cristina had said she would wait at the car, but the car wasn’t there neither. They tried to call Cristina but there was no signal, so they think she was angry and had gone to the city again.

The next day Cristina didn’t answer the phone, neither the next. Emma decided to go to Cristina’s home to saw her and apologized for had left alone at the forest, but Cristina wasn’t at home. Emma was very worried about Cristina therefore she called to Cristina’s mother to ask for her. Her mother didn’t know anything from Cristina since 3 days ago, the morning they had gone to the forest.       

That beautiful, sunny day was the last day Cristina was seen. What happened to her? Nobody knows. 

Emyli grew up in London with his charming adoptive parents Jonh and Anne who had given to her the best education.

Days after learning the truth about her past, a lot of questions came to her head,Could her biological parents still be alive? Would she have siblings? So she decided to go to Crawley,  where she was born, in order to find out about her.

It was the night of October 31th , Emyli was approaching Crawley, as usual the fog was thick there and it was really difficult to drive.

Suddenly Emyli saw a woman hangging around She stopped the car immediately to help the woman. She was wearing a wedding dress which caught Emyli's attention, and seemed to be cold and lost, So Emyli put his jacket around her shoulders and invited to get in the car.

Emyli started questioning the strange woman but she did not say any word, she gave up.

Silence ruled , moreover it had started to rain which made the situation even more strange and unconfortable.

Suddenly with a disturbing voice the woamn said, "slow down, I killed myself on that curve."

Emyli freaked out and breaked so hard that the car skidded, but for luckly she was able to control the car, when she turned the head the woman had disappeared.

She had booked a hotel in the city center but that night she couldn´t sleep at all.She decided say nothing of what had happened, after all she was an outsider and people could think that she was crazy.

Next morning Emyli went to the police station, there the inspector Jack Blunt who was in charge for more than 20 years, was tidying up the mess on his desk.

Emyli sat down, and after introducing herself, explained her story to the inspector in hope that he could help her.

As Emyli was talking, the inspector was thinking that he had seen this face before, then it came to his mind, he went straight to the newspaper archive where he found a photo of a woman.

"You are the daughter of Susanna Watford who on his way to her own wedding, had a terrible car accident and died, she was pregnant, and obiously you are her daughhter.

He put the photo on the table, they both stared at each other for a few seconds, the similarity was incredible.

The inspector took her to the cemetery so as to show her mother's grave. To her surprise on the top of the grave there was the jacket that Emyli had lent to the strange woman the night before.

In the pocket a lock of hair.

The DNA tests showed that Emyli and Susanna Watford were mother and daughter. 

  

When we arrived at the house, we thought there would be more people because it was a huge house, but no, it was just for us.

A strange lady showed up to give us the keys. She was dressed in a purple tunic and her hands were very small.

She told us that everything was ready in the house, that we wouldn't have any problems, that there would be no noise and to simply enjoy the weekend. She left us some sandwiches in the fridge and told us that if we wanted water we could get it from a water fountain in front of the house.

When she left, we went upstairs to see the rooms and they were all quite clean. And as soon as I opened the wardrobe to put my clothes away, I found a smart suit from the 1930's. I guess someone had left it behind, so I put it aside and gave it to my mother. 

At the same time, my mother and father told me that they had found a white shirt and a black tie, also in their wardrobe, which they also thought were old. So we put it all together and thought we would give it to the woman when we left the house. 

After a while, we met with my sister in the living room of the house, who also had some old black and white shoes with her that she had just found in her room.
 

Was it a coincidence? Had this man occupied all the rooms? Well, these clothes seemed to belong to the same person, due to size, style, etc.

While we were having dinner, the lights began to flicker. We thought it was some kind of power failure, so we called the landlady. Since it was very difficult to be in the house in those conditions, she told us not to worry and to go to sleep and that it would be sorted out in the morning. And as we were so tired because we had been travelled that day, we decided that the best thing to do was to take her advice and go to sleep. 

As I was falling asleep, a noise disturbed my peace. It was as if the taps in the house were being turned on and off. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but soon, I saw that both, my sister and parents, were talking about it. So we went to check it out and one of the taps was open. We closed it, thought someone had left it open and tried to go back to sleep. 

But once again, after a few minutes, we heard another noise, as if someone was crying and my family could hear it too. We were very scared. We followed the crying, which seemed to be coming from the basement. And on the way to the basement we saw a painting of a man wearing the same clothes we had found. 

My sister, who usually avoids me, was holding my hand tighter and tighter. 

And when we went down to the basement we found the worst of our nightmares: some kind of entity that looked like that man dressed in those clothes. 

He stared at us and we run out of the haunted house. That place changed our lives forever.

After a long trip from London in which they had had to take a plane and then rent a car, they finally turned up to a little village close to Andorra. It was about 8 pm when they got out of the car and, suddenly, a woman showed up and told them that the place where they were, Tor, used to live a lot of people. However, 5 years ago a serial killer, who used to live there, had murdered all people with blond hair (as Merton’s family were) who lived there, so currently, at the moment of the story, in Tor were only 5 people. The woman, actually, showed them a picture of the murderer in a piece of news about the case that she had explained them about. After that, she gave them the keys of the cottage they had booked and disappeared as fast as she had showed up. 

Then, they got into the house with the luggage and left to their respective bedrooms. Immediately after, the father and one of the sons went to the kitchen to make some dinner and the other son and his mother made some fire at the fireplace located in the living room. Once the fire had burned, they took a look at the family pictures posted on the living room wall and realised that the serial killer appeared on most of those photos. Suddenly, they went to the kitchen and told the rest of the family what they had seen. Obviously, they became terrified and thought about the possibility of leaving the home, yet, it was so late and they did not know where to go. 

Thus, they decided to stay there and make a decision the next day, so they started having dinner. However, in a flash, all the lights of the cottage started to switch off and switch on and finally they were in the dark and started to listen to some weird sounds from outside. They went to have a look through the window and saw the woman who had welcomed them covered in blood and screaming, and just behind her an old man with a big axe showed up. The oldest son told the others that the man would be the serious killer, so, obviously, the Merton’s family got scared. Especially when the man with the axe stopped and ran into the cottage that Merton’s family had booked, which caused all of them to start running around the house screaming. Immediately, the man opened the door of the house, went in and said “Hi, I am the famous serial killer and I am going to kill you”. At the same time, all the lights of the house were switched on and the man told the family that it was all a joke made by the oldest of the sons. 

It all happened on the 22nd of December. That afternoon, the day was so clear, and the sun shone at sunset and we could behold the landscape on the way to the Taylor’s house. When we arrived we parked my car in front of their huge porch. Obviously, after their invitation we had bought a good wine to taste at dinner. But not only that, so we had bought an exquisite dessert as well.

The evening was very pleasant. Remembering stories of when we went to school, Professor Anne, a very strict lady but at the same time, very respected by everyone. We talked for several hours and the night ended too quickly. We had to go because it was too late and home was fifty kilometers away.

We said goodbye to our friends. After that, on the way home, Sara and I, were very happy to attend this dinner. As I was driving, I noticed that a high fog was in our way and I said to Sara:

«Did you notice that we have mist?»

And Sara replied:

« Yes of course, it was rare not to have it, considering that we live in the province of Lleida».

As we went our way, the fog became thicker and thicker. We could only see what it was in front of us, a few meters away. We decided to stop for a while. Maybe waiting a few minutes and then be guided much better. As time went on, the fog did not disappear, so we thought we would continue the journey, driving very slowly. When I tried to start the car again, I realized it wasn’t working. That’s when Sara said:

«Do not worry!. Currently with today’s technology, we can call by phone and using GPS will find us»

Unfortunately none of our mobiles worked. Then we hesitated to get out of the car or not, in order to ask for help. At that moment, I remembered that in the glove’s car box, I always had an electric torch. 

We were in the middle of the night, lost, down a road we didn’t know about. The leaves of the trees were moving fastly. The night had changed. It wasn’t warm like before. It was cold and wet because of the fog. 

After walking for almost an hour, tired and eager to sleep, we found ourselves in front of an old churchyard which was called Luarca Cemetery.

We heard footsteps near where we were. At that time, we were very afraid. After doubting what our decision would be, we thought it was much better to take the road back to our car, because we had not found anyone to help us.

Sure of our decision, when we went back to the car, we heard again footsteps, getting closer and then we realized that someone was chasing us.

Suddenly, a mysterious woman appeared. She was a tall, very beautiful and cute woman in a black evening dress. She wasn’t wearing any coat or cloak in the cold weather. She was perfectly made up, her lips red, and she was looking at us. We tried to explain what had happened, but we were so anxious that we couldn’t get the words out.

While we were looking at her, we thought we had a terrible nightmare and couldn’t wake up.

The mysterious woman told us:

«Everything will be fine».

In that moment, we thought If we knew what would happen to us, we wouldn’t have left our house that night. But it was too late.

Then she told us her name was Ellen Clark and that she would take us to the car. In a few minutes when we got there, outside the car, lights lit up. At that time, we got into the car, and the engine started perfectly. We couldn’t believe it.

We said goodbye to her and thanked help us. 

As we were driving to home, the mist was disappearing and the day was dawning.

The next day, when we were searching for information online, to locate the place where we went, a terrifying story left us speechless.

Miss Ellen Clark, she had a car accident, just the year before. But what we didn’t understand was where it happened... In Luarca, more than 700 kilometers from our province. 

To this day, when we talked to Sara about what happened, we still feel shivers...

THE END. 

She was always a girl with an intuitive ability to anticipate events and could even communicate with deceased people who had not crossed the threshold of death. She never confessed it to anyone, not even her family. She later took advantage of her skills to train and apply her knowledge in solving strange cases.

That day she was in her office working on a case of a missing girl who lost her mother in a tragic accident  when, suddenly, his partner called to tell her that the girl's father had agreed to have an interview with them in his house.

When they got to the house, everything was very dark. The father opened the door and invited them inside. He was a man with a serious countenance and eyes sunken with sadness. The loss of his wife and the disappearance of his daughter had plunged him into a depression.Mary asked to see the girl's room. She needed to touch objects in order to know what she felt. On the bed was still the girl's dress and on a chair was sitting her favourite toy, a teddy bear. When she held the bear in her hands, she noticed a strange sensation. Someone whispered to her not to take the bear, that it belonged to her daughter.In the following days, she visited the room several times and repeated the same action and question in order to gain the trust of the spirit , but at that time the bear was gone.

One month after the disappearance, on a new visit, the whispering voice asked for help to rescue the girl. On that  occasion she could see a lady with injuries as if she had suffered an accident. Could she be the mother ?? …..  She explained that the girl fled from the accident site frightened by the situation and hid in a cave into the forest. She knew where she was.

Mary notified the police that information and, with the help of dogs they searched for the girl. They finally found her together with her bear, visibly scared but without  pain. Someone had been taking care of her during that time, maybe her mom and also her teddy bear ??? …… 

Next day in the same room, which was always very dark, it lit up and the whispering voice thanked Mary for finding her daughter and she just walked off into the light and obviously the father recovered his smile.

Hi, my name is Jake, an outgoing boy who is friendly with everyone and this is what happened to me.

 

On a cold December day, I went to school as usual with my little sister Lily. When we arrived, I decided to meet my friend Felix to talk about the match happened last night, but suddenly I felt very anxious, thinking something bad is about to happen. 

 

Straight away, the lights turned off while we were going to our classroom. I could only hear people screaming because there were a rumour spread recently, about a girl ho committed suicide ten years ago. After five long minutes, the lights had finally turned on and people started asking what was happening. At that moment someone noticed that her friend was missing and everyone started to panic. 

 

 

After that, everyone was a little relieved to hear the statement, and they went to their respective classes. The class was boring and quiet as usual. As soon as the class finished, everyone went to the cafeteria to eat their lunch. While I was eating with my friends, the lights turned off again.

 

 

All the students were nervous and there was even someone who was crying. The situation was unbearably terrifying. After five minutes, the lights turned on.  All the students noticed that they were missing several teenagers, including my little sister. 

 

 

The teachers decided to call the police, hoping this is only a bad joke. Before they arrived, I had seen someone in the dark, looking suspicious. I decided to follow the unfamiliar shadow. 

 

I have no idea why I thought it was a good idea to pursue him by myself. Now I wish I didn’t do it because I saw the most traumatic scene in my life. At the basement of the school I found all the students that were missing, including Lily, my sister, dead. Horrified, I cried for help. 

 

Fortunately, the police arrived at school in order to solve the crime, but until today it is still a mystery who is the killer. In fact, it is said that the girl who committed suicide is the responsible for the misfortune.

Until 1995 when there was a catastrophe, my grandparent’s neighbour had a farm with 10 cows. They appeared dead on the night of August 31. It was not a normal death, they seemed to have been tortured. They were open and you could see all the guts of the animals. The police investigated for a few months, but were unable to find any clue as what had happened there. After a few years, another tragedy occurred. The bones of some small children appeared in the farm of these neighbours. As you can imagine, nobody ever knew what happened in that place. Finally, five years ago, the police found the body of the neighbour’s wife, which was practically unrecognizable.Someone had butchered him until there was no way to know who the body was. Luckily the police were able to check the bodys identitty with a DNA test. For the past four years no one has heard anything more about the husband, the alleged killer, until last year when a decomposing body turned up in the lake. 

The police have not been able to identify the body. The only thing they have been able to learn is that it had been under the lake for about 4 years. Who knows if the husband was the murderer and the author of these facts, or it’s the town of my grandparents that hides some paranormal secret.

Morgan Johnson had been in a coma for more than a month when the doctor said she had finally died. She was buried on a cool summer day in a small cemetery about a kilometer from her home.

"May she always rest in peace", said her husband, but she didn't. Later, that night, a grave robber with a shovel and a flashlight began to dig her up. As the earth was still loose, he quickly reached the coffin and he opened it. His instinct was not wrong, Morgan had been buried wearing two valuable rings: the wedding ring with a diamond and a ring with a ruby.

The robber knelt and reached inside the coffin to take the rings, but they were completely stuck to her fingers. So he decided to cut off the fingers with a knife. But when he cut the first finger, it began to bleed, and Morgan Johnson began to move. Suddenly, she sat up! Terrified, the robber started to run and inadvertently broke the flashlight with his foot.

He could hear Morgan coming out her grave. Morgan saw him, so he asked, "Who are you?". While the "corpse" was speaking, the robber started to run again. Morgan kept walking and the robber didn’t look back.

But, because of his fear and confusion, the robber ran in the wrong direction. He threw himself into the open grave, fell on the knife in his hand, and stabbed himself. As Morgan walked home, the robber bled to death.

 

After walking all day, they arrived at the site where they would spend the next six days. The three boys began setting up their tents while the girls went to explore the abandoned buildings.

 

As they entered the main building of the camp, which was like a large and messy hall, the two girls noticed a strong draught that kicked up dust from the ground. That place was not very attractive and even less so now that it was full of graffiti on the walls, and they didn't know what could have happened or who had been there, so after a short walk they went back with the boys to have dinner and go to bed early because the next day they wanted to hike the mountain.

 

After eating the sausages they had cooked on a small fire they had made, they played the guitar and sang until they decided to go to sleep. In the middle of the night, another strong draught woke them up again. Then, from inside the tents, they began to feel the tents move and heard children's voices. So they ran out, but the surprise was that outside everything was still in order and there was nothing strange. 

 

That night, they all slept very badly and when they woke up, they decided to pack up and go home because they read an article on the internet that explained that in that same camp, years before, a group of children had died because of an air storm, and every night, their spirits came out to scare the campers away and prevent something similar from happening to them.