After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire
drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out
of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read
out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great
opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the
fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer
drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging
her towards the open manhole.
They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the
manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when
Carmen's name was called out, they shouted "She's down in the sewer!"
All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers
looked down the manhole and saw Carmen's body lying at the bottom in the
muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted
around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still,
she wasn't moving. There was nothing any of the teachers could do for
her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the
sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been
torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped
when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.
The police hauled Carmen's body out of the sewer and sent her to
the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police
questioned all of Carmen's classmates. The five girls lied to the
police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The
police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead's death was ruled an
accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last
they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong.
Months later, Carmen's classmates began receiving strange e-mails
and unusual messages on their MySpace accounts. The e-mails were titled
"They Pushed Her" and claimed that Carmen hadn't really fallen down the
sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty
people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they
didn't there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the
e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.
A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the
sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling
laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak
out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to
her mom and went to sleep. Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the
middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the
house. She ran into her daughter's room, only to find it empty. There
was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when
they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they
discovered the girl's grisly remains.
Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her
neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off.
One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead.
They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at
exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered
manhole where Carmen had met her doom. But the killing didn't stop
there. More and more of Carmen's former classmates were found dead. It
seemed that anyone who didn't believe that Carmen had been pushed, was
eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their
faces torn off.
They say that Carmen's ghost is still on the rampage, hunting
down anyone who doesn't believe her story. According to the legend,
Carmen will get you, whether it's from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a
drain. When you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in complete
darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all
around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear
your face off.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
You´ll Be Okay
On our way home from vacation, my five year old daughter and I got
stuck in traffic caused by an accident up ahead. My daughter asked why
we had stopped, and I told her someone had wrecked. That’s when she
responded with “Remember when that happened to me?” I was confused…
She’d never been in a car accident. I laughed, thinking she was playing
pretend or something, and asked her what she was talking about.
“Don’t you remember? We was going to the store and then we hit something, and then the glass cut me and it hurt so bad and I was so scared at first, I thought I was dying, but daddy kept saying I would be okay and I knew he wouldn’t lie.”
I just stared at her for a minute, not sure what to say… For one thing, the whole thing was crazy, I had never been in an accident, and neither had my daughter. And the other thing was, she didn’t have a “daddy”… I mean of course she had a father, but he wasn’t part of the picture, never had been, so where was she getting this from?
Traffic cleared and we continued on our way home, and it slipped from my mind. A few weeks later, while on the phone with my mom, I remembered it and told her about it.
After a pause, my mom told me that when she was just about 3 years old, there had been a car accident, and that her older sister, who was five at the time, had been killed when a piece of glass from the windshield had somehow slit her throat. It was such a tragedy that for the most part her family tried to pretend it hadn’t happened, getting rid of everything that reminded them of her sister and and never mentioning it, which is why I never knew about it. My mom said she could barely remember the accident itself, since she was so young, but she said she’d never forget her dad crying as he held her sister in his arms and repeated over and over again “You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.”
“Don’t you remember? We was going to the store and then we hit something, and then the glass cut me and it hurt so bad and I was so scared at first, I thought I was dying, but daddy kept saying I would be okay and I knew he wouldn’t lie.”
I just stared at her for a minute, not sure what to say… For one thing, the whole thing was crazy, I had never been in an accident, and neither had my daughter. And the other thing was, she didn’t have a “daddy”… I mean of course she had a father, but he wasn’t part of the picture, never had been, so where was she getting this from?
Traffic cleared and we continued on our way home, and it slipped from my mind. A few weeks later, while on the phone with my mom, I remembered it and told her about it.
After a pause, my mom told me that when she was just about 3 years old, there had been a car accident, and that her older sister, who was five at the time, had been killed when a piece of glass from the windshield had somehow slit her throat. It was such a tragedy that for the most part her family tried to pretend it hadn’t happened, getting rid of everything that reminded them of her sister and and never mentioning it, which is why I never knew about it. My mom said she could barely remember the accident itself, since she was so young, but she said she’d never forget her dad crying as he held her sister in his arms and repeated over and over again “You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.”
I´m Waiting
This is not a random post. This is not a coincidence. I put this here
because I know that right now you will be reading it. No one can see
this post except for you.
There is a monster in your home. It is there right now and it is waiting to kill you. It will kill you tonight. I can save you.
Go to a mirror. That in there, that’s me. Turn off all the lights except for the dimmest one; too much light screws it up. Take your arms, put them straight out, and put them up against mine, through the glass. Do your best to relax, and when you are ready, close your eyes. Count to three and then I will pull you through to safety. We can work out what to do next once you’re in.
Again, this is not a random post. It is for YOU. You need to do this before the next hour turns or you will die.
There is a monster in your home. It is there right now and it is waiting to kill you. It will kill you tonight. I can save you.
Go to a mirror. That in there, that’s me. Turn off all the lights except for the dimmest one; too much light screws it up. Take your arms, put them straight out, and put them up against mine, through the glass. Do your best to relax, and when you are ready, close your eyes. Count to three and then I will pull you through to safety. We can work out what to do next once you’re in.
Again, this is not a random post. It is for YOU. You need to do this before the next hour turns or you will die.
Why Things Are Creepy?
Why Things Are Creepy? Where is the explanation. From simple fear, to terrorific terror, Michael will guide us through this mysterious topic.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Title on Progress
The story starts in will´s house; he is reading some creepy pasta alone in his room, he is all alone in his house, when he suddenly hears a crack downstairs, he is startled but he quickly ignore the noise
-It was nothing- he thought to himself
As he continues reading “Jeff the killer” creepy pasta, I must remark that Will has an obsession with scary stuff, from movies and stories to videogames.
He finished reading and proceeds to turn off the computer, but he fells pain in the back of his head, when he felt to the ground he only heard a voice before he passed out.
GO TO SLEEP
Then, darkness.
When he came to sense he heard footsteps running away from him. When he opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar yet familiar celling.
-What happened- he said
Before exiting the room he looked the room where he is, it looked like his old high school, but it can be, that school was closed 2 years ago.
The oddest thing is that everything looks new, fresh, no abandoned to root.
He turned around, and he was shocked with what he saw.
LET´S PLAY A GAME
It was written on the board, with red marker, he has read a lot of scary stories and creepy pasta to know what will happen next.
He looked something to defend himself knowing something would happen, but for his luck, he didn´t found anything.
But he did found something, or more accurate, someone, he found 3 more people.
Like magic, the other 3 woke up at the same time after Will saw them.
They mumbled something he couldn´t hear, as they woke up he heard a door slamming, startling everyone in the room.
The other 3 stand up quickly and started to look everywhere.
-Where are we? - One of them said
-I don´t know- Will said –more important, who are you?-
-My name is James- One of the said
-I´m Tom-
-And I´m George-
-And you are? - James said
-Will-
-Tell us, Will, Where are we? - Tom said
-Hell I know, I just woke up-
-Now that you mention it, me too- James said
-Same here- George said
-Me too- Tom said
As they continued arguing what to do, they didn´t know they´re being watched by someone from a gab in the door, but that person carelessly laugh.
-Who´s there- Tom said
-Lets go- Will said
Then they rush to the door a bust it open, the first to look outside was Will, to his surprisehe didn’t exit to the school, he exited to a forest.
-What the hell? - Tom said
-I, It´s not possible- Will said
-It seems it is- James said
When they turn back the door wasn’t there any more, it just disappeared.
-Why this doesnt surprise me- Will said
-Well, let´s move- James said
-Are you mad!?- Tom said
-Do you have a better idea? - Will said
-Wait here for someone to save us? - James said
-It´s better than get lost, or something worst- Tom said
- What do you mean- Will said
-C´mon don´t play stupid on me! , you well know what I´m talking about- Tom said
-I´m well aware of our situation, that’s why I´m trying to not lose my mind, because I want to go home- Will said
-Do you think our lives at home are better? , I don’t know you but I have lived through hell, just imagine, I´m an orphan whose parents were killed 2 years ago, I´ve lived alone since then, I´m pitied by everyone, and…-
Then Will punched Tom in the face, Tom, pushed by the hit felt on the ground, nose bleeding.
-Just shut up and put yourself together! , we haven’t been here for too long and yet you already lost your mind, don’t think you are special, I also went through the same situation, parents dead and alone, true I cried and hate life, but instead of giving up, that made me stronger, with more will to live and keep going, I also don’t know you but you can die if you want just don’t slow me down. – Will replied
-Fine! - Tom said as he stand up and went to the deeps of the forest
-Wait! - James said
-Leave him, he made his decision- George said
-Let’s keep going- Will said
Please, can you guys create a title?
Please, can you guys create a title?
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
I'm Back
Sorry guys to be absent for like a lot of weeks. I didn't have Internet in my home.
I'm going to make a video for school, horror video, and I will post it on the blog. In the next weeks, I will post the script of the video, and some updates, and if you want, you can send to me some notes or critics to improve the scrip
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