#307
Ghost π»
Once upon a time there was a town at the foot of a great mountain. The inhabitants of the town lived happily and peacefully, cultivating the land and taking care of their animals. But there was a secret that everyone kept with fear: at the top of the mountain, it was said that a ghost lived.
No one knew who the ghost was, or how he got there, or what he wanted. It was only known that sometimes, at night, you could hear their cries and their chains dragging on the rocks. The bravest dared to climb the mountain to see if they could find the ghost, but none of them returned. The others preferred to ignore his existence and pray that he would not come down to bother them.
One day, a stranger came to town. He was a young adventurer who came from afar, looking for new experiences and challenges. Upon learning of the legend of the mountain ghost, he became very curious and decided that he wanted to see it with his own eyes. The villagers warned him of the danger, but he did not listen to them. He grabbed his backpack, his flashlight, and his knife, and headed up the mountain.
The climb was hard and long. The young man had to overcome obstacles, avoid wild animals and resist the cold and wind. But he didn't give up. He was determined to reach the top and face the ghost. When he was already close, he began to hear the sounds that the villagers feared so much: moans, sobs, chains. The young man felt a chill, but he continued on.
Finally, he came to a cave that seemed to be the haunt of the ghost. He entered cautiously, illuminating the way with his flashlight. Inside the cave, he saw a figure chained to the wall. He was an old, emaciated man, with long white hair and beard, and sad, sunken eyes. The young man approached him and asked:
Who are you? Are you the ghost of the mountain?
The man raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Then, with a weak and hoarse voice, he answered her:
I'm not a ghost. I am a prisoner. Many years ago, I was the king of this country. But one day, my brother betrayed me and he took the throne from me. He locked me in this cave and left me here to die. Since then, no one has come to free me. I only have these chains and my regrets left.
The young man was speechless. He couldn't believe what he heard. How was it possible that the mountain ghost was actually the former king? And how had he survived so long in those conditions? The young man felt a mixture of pity and admiration for the man. He decided that he had to help him. He pulled out the knife from him and cut the chains that bound him. Then he helped him up and said:
- Come with me. I'll take you to town. There you can rest and recover. And then, if you want, you can claim your throne and do justice.
The man smiled gratefully. He accepted the young man's offer and leaned on him to leave the cave. Together, they walked down the mountain, as the sun set on the horizon. The villagers, upon seeing them, could not help but be astonished. They couldn't believe that the young man had returned, especially with the ghost of the mountain. But when they learned the truth, they were happy and celebrated. They welcomed the king and offered his support. The young man became his hero and his friend. And thus, a new era of peace and prosperity began for the people and the country.
#309
The horror festival π¨
Her name was Laura and she was a medical student. She really liked her career and she had good grades, but she also liked to have fun and go out with her friends. One day, she received an invitation to a party at an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city. The party was organized by a classmate who said he had found the place by chance and wanted to share it with others. Laura accepted the invitation, thinking it would be a good opportunity to relax and have a good time.
The night of the party, Laura got ready and headed to the right place. The house was in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees and darkness. Laura wondered how her partner had gotten there, but she didn't think much of it. When she arrived, she saw that there were several cars parked and music playing. She entered the house and found a lively and festive atmosphere. There were about twenty people, most of them acquaintances from the university. Laura greeted a few and headed to the living room, where there was a table with drinks and snacks. She poured herself a glass of punch and started chatting with a friend.
What do you think of the place? -Her friend asked her.
It's a little strange, isn't it? - Laura responded - What was this house doing here? And why is it abandoned?
I don't know, but I don't care. The important thing is to have a good time. In addition, they say that the house has its charm. Haven't you seen the basement?
The basement? What's in the basement?
Well, they say there is an old laboratory, with instruments and flasks and things like that. It looks like the house belonged to a doctor or something. Aren't you curious?
The truth is that if. Let's see it?
Sure, let's go.
Laura and her friend left their glasses and headed to the basement. They went down wooden stairs that creaked with each step. When they reached the bottom, they saw a metal door with a sign that said "No Trespassing." Her friend pushed her and they entered.
The basement was a large, dark room, illuminated only by some candles that someone had placed. In the center, there was a metal table with a human body covered by a sheet. Around them were shelves full of bottles with colored liquids and labels with strange names. There were also cabinets with surgical instruments, syringes, scalpels, tweezers, etc. The atmosphere was cold and damp, and smelled of formaldehyde and blood.
How horrible! - Laura exclaimed - What is this?
I don't know, but it's impressive. Can you imagine what this guy would do here?
No, and I don't want to know. Let's get out of here, this gives me a bad feeling.
Come on, don't be a party pooper. This is an adventure. Besides, no one is going to bother us. Look, the door has a lock on the inside. We can close it and be calm.
Why do you want to close the door? What do you want to do?
Well... I don't know, explore a little. Maybe we'll find something interesting. Or maybe we can play a joke on the others. Wouldn't you like to scare them with the corpse?
No, I would not like it. That's a lack of respect. And besides, who tells you that that corpse is not real?
Real? You are crazy? That's a doll, for sure. Look, I'm going to show you.
Her friend approached the table and lifted the sheet covering the body. Laura was petrified when she saw what was underneath. He was a young man, about thirty years old, with his torso open and his organs exposed. He had his eyes open and a terrified expression on his face. His skin was pale and his lips purple. He was dead, no doubt.
My God! -her friend shouted-It's real! It's a corpse!
I told you! I told you! Let's go from here!
Laura and her friend dropped the sheet and ran to the door. But when they arrived, they realized that it was locked. Someone had turned the lock from outside. They were trapped.
- Help! Help! - the two shouted, hitting the door with all their strength.
But no one heard them. The music was still playing and the party was still going. No one had noticed his absence. Nobody knew they were in the basement. Nobody knew there was a body on the table. No one knew that the murderer was among them. Nobody knew that that night was going to be the last for everyone.
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