viernes, 28 de octubre de 2016

Spanish spooky stories.


The girl on the curve (La chica de la curva, perhaps Spain’s most famous ghost story). A driver picks up a young woman who’s hitchhiking late at night on a dark highway. The girl warns the driver to be careful going around the next curve, as it’s especially dangerous. The driver asks her how she knows this, to which she explains that she was killed on the curve. During her chilling response, the mysterious hitchhiker slowly vanishes into thin air.

Resultado de imagen de the girl of the curve

The ghost of the nun of the University of Castile-La Mancha: the office of the president of this university located in Ciudad Real was once a convent inhabited by nuns. Some people say they have seen strange figures walking through the building’s hallways. It seems that doors also inexplicably open and close by themselves
 

Resultado de imagen de rectorado castilla la mancha
"El Espanto". In Las Hurdes, a northem region of Extremadura, old people still tell the story of "El Espanto". They describe it as a tall and slender figure, all white, which appears in the paths between villages at night. Many witnesses saw him, and then they got sick. Some of them died as a consequence of the meeting with the terrifying figure.

Resultado de imagen de el espanto hurdes


lunes, 24 de octubre de 2016

Slenderman

In accordance with legend, slenderman was an evil and killer woodcutter who fell down into a hollow plenty of brambles, dying there. Rats ate his face; for this reason he appears without facial expression. Where you should see eyes, nose or mouth, there's only white flesh.

Slenderman usually appears in dark forest areas. People say that he attracts and kidnaps children under 12 years, taking them away to his secret den. A child kidnapped by Slenderman never comes back again.

Description: a terrifying figure with a slender appearance (very tall and thin, with long arms and long legs). Witnesses also point that he has got large tentacles (between four and eight), maybe as a remembrance of the brambles which caught and killed him. He always wears a black suit (jackect and trousers) The most disconcerting feature is that he hasn't got face. 

Here you can read some about his powers:

1.- He can fly
2.- He becomes into different long natural elements: trees, logs, etc.
3.- He prefers the night, although he can appear during the day (mainly under the trees)
4.- He can hypnotize children; also adults.
5.- He can roast the fat.





NOTE: I've invented many of these things. As I told you, every Halloween creature is a result of human invention. Don't be scared :-)

Ghosts


Another upper - natural beign. Traditionally, a ghost is a spirit of a death person who couldn't travel to the heaven because a pending matter.
Ghosts usually appear in old places, like castles, churches or haunted houses. They can be pacific or "agressive".

viernes, 21 de octubre de 2016

Vampires


Vampires are upper - natural beings which suck the blood of living beings. Traditionally they have the following features:

1.- Super natural strenght.
2.- Inmortal life.
3.- They can fly.
4.- Hypnotic control over their victims.
5.- Vampires usually "work" at night because sun light injuries them.
6.- They cannot appear on mirrors because they have no soul.
7.- Garlic scares them away.

The only way to kill a vampire is to drive a stake on his heart and to cut off his head, filling the mouth with garlic.


martes, 18 de octubre de 2016

Descriptions.

Read these descriptions and try to guess who is who.



This person has got black hair, beard and sharp white teeth. Also a lot of hair on his face. His glance is fierce.

This person is smiling. White hair, thin lips and kind glance. She is old.

This person has got a long black fringe. We cannot see his forehead. He's wearing a black T shirt. His nose is big. He has got full lips.

This person has got blonde hair. She's beautiful. She's looking somewhere else. She has got blue / grey eyes.


This person has got moustache and goatee. He has got red hair.



martes, 11 de octubre de 2016

Tornado (twister)

A tornado is a column of very strong wind which springs from a powerful stormy cloud. These winds can reach velocities of 450 km per hour, destroying everything along dozens of kilometers.


Tornados appear in every continent, with the exception of Antarctica. However, they are more frecuent in North America, in a region called "Tornado Alley"


When a tornado "touchs" the ground, a finger of destruction starts to sweep everything. Here you can see some images of real destruction produced by this natural phenomenon:





In Spain tornadoes are very infrequent. However, if you see a dark stormy cloud wich starts to develop a blue finger towards the ground... look for a safe refuge!!!


lunes, 3 de octubre de 2016

A song.

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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Oh oh oh oh ohh oh [x5]
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

domingo, 2 de octubre de 2016