"I pushed open the door and, with my heart beating fast, went inside the dusty, old house...".
Für die furchtlosen LeserInnen der Schulhomepage Maria Regina gibt es nun weiter unten eine kleine Auswahl an "originalen", überaus kreativen, sprachlich großteils auf native speaker-Niveau geschriebenen Geschichten - Achtung Gruselgefahr!
Eine der gelungensten 2-sentence horror stories, einer Gruselgeschichte in nur 2 Sätzen, die im Englischunterricht nach Analyse von Beispielen geschrieben wurde, war übrigens, kurz und prägnant:
"Darkness. A knock."
Philipp:
I
pushed open the door and, with my heart beating fast, went inside the dusty old
house.
It was very dark. I had to wait a few moments while my eyes got used to the
darkness. The room was completely empty apart from an old wooden chair standing
in the middle of the room. Directly over the chair there was a rope hanging
down from the ceiling. It seemed as if somebody had killed himself with the
rope a couple of years ago. These two objects made the house even creepier.
At the end of the room there were old wooden stairs.
As I approached the stairs, I wanted to step up the first stair when the floor
under my feet broke. I fell down for maybe four meters, but landed surprisingly
softly. As I looked down to see why I had landed so softly, I was terrified: I
had landed on the body of a young man. Insects had already eaten half of his
body. The chamber in which I had landed was stinking so much that I could
barely breathe. I tried to find a way out of the room, but there was no exit.
Suddenly I heard a laugh. It was no fun laugh, it sounded evil. I tried to find
out from where the laughing came, but I simply couldn’t and the laughter
continued. Because I was checking the walls for a possible exit, I didn’t see
what was happening behing me. As I turned around the last thing I saw was the
dead man staring at me, standing right in front of me.
Felix:
… I asked myself if this was a good idea but I
reminded myself that I hadn’t chosen the job as an inspector for paranormal
things for no reason. So I went into the big hall – there was nobody there and
it looked like I was the first person entering this hall for the last few
decades. I didn’t believe in ghosts and I’ve been right in every case until
now. I realized that just one door was open a tiny bit so I went to it. As I
opened it, the last thing I saw was a big red smiley drawn on the wall behind.
A dead man was lying on the ground as someone punched me and everything turned
black.
As I awoke I was tied up next to the corpse and every
centimeter of my body hurt. Luckily I could reach the pocket knife in my pants
and cut the rope with which I was tied. As I wanted to call the police I looked
on the wall and realized that the red smiley face on the wall was drawn with
the dead man’s blood. I screamed and ran away as fast as I could without
looking back. I wish I could just forget what I’ve seen but I think this will
never happen.
Flo:
… I could see many spiderwebs hanging from the walls,
the ceiling and the furniture, on which the colours had already faded. The
floor was dusty, but you could see footprints of big shoes on it.
Suddenly I heard an eerie scream. The hair on my
neck stood up. I was really scared, but I wanted to know what was going on with
this haunted house. I went up the creaky stairs where the scream was coming
from. There were two doors: one was open while the other one was closed. I
opened the closed one. It was dark in the room. I couldn’t see anyhting. Then I
felt something grabbing my foot and I fell on the floor. I took my phone out of
my pocket and turend the flashlight on. The room was spacious and on the walls
were hanging portraits of scary-looking people. I felt like one of the pictures was somehow staring at me. I moved and the eyes of the person in the picture moved,
too. I was really shocked when I heard someone yelling at me… someone was standing
behind me! Then I felt a cold hand grabbing my neck. I wanted to scream but it
was too late…
Tino:
… I didn’t know how I had come here. I wanted to run,
just run away, from this eerie manor, but my legs weren’t under my
control. Slowly I walked into the house straight into the darkness. Suddenly I
heard a scream. It was my own!
Inspector Bunde stood next to the bloody corpse of
19-year-old James Davis. He had been found by two hikers who went into the old,
creaky house when it started to rain heavily. The quaking hand of the Inspector
held a letter. The letter, which was written with blood, said, “This was only
the beginning.“
“And here is Rosan Liverpool with the breaking news“:
- “Hello and good evening. We'll start off with a serious theme. Another person
has gone missing. Her name is Helena Miller and she is 15 years old. She is the
9th missing teenager from 16 missing people. The police can only
guess who is behind this, however, the only logical explanation for this is
organised crime“, said Inspector Bunde from the local police station, who went
missing yesterday.
Maria:
... I got ice-cold shivers as soon as I set foot in
there. The window doors were bashing against each other as if there was some
supernatural activitiy going on that nobody could see, concealed from the
world. I took another step and the wind howled louder than usual, so I took
another step. The door shut close behind me, leaving me with no escape plan. I
knew something was wrong… I felt it in my bones. My eyes started watering and I
wanted to go back, I wanted to leave, but some force was pushing me to go
further in.
A few moments after, I
got lifted in the air and spun around until I blacked out. There it was… death…
my death was near. My heart stopped. My breath stopped. I thought I had escaped
this hell, but I was wrong. I was still in it. I opened my eyes and saw 2 people
approaching me, a man and a woman. I recognized them from the newspaper. It was
Alec and Lucie Grimwald, the previous owners of the house. “It’s alright,
you’re safe“; a voice echoed in my ears. “But, not for long…“, the voice
ocntinued. I knew I wasn’t dreaming. It had to be just a plot of my
imaginatoin. Or so I’ve told myself. I wanted to believe it. It was now too
late, I blacked out once again.
At this point everything
was dark. I was lying on the ground surrounded with the sand and 5 lit-up candles.
The Grimwald were staring at me the whole time, I couldn’t escape their stares.
“Aren’t you supposed… to be… dead?“, I asked, my voice trembling. “Poor child,
haven’t you figured it out yet?“, asked Lucie, with a grin on her face. “It’s
the curse!“
“What are you talking
about? The only reason I came here for was to find my sister, you died 5 years
ago, I don’t underhow you’re alive… just let me go!“, I exclaimed. “Oh, Anna,
you have no idea, do you?“, she continued, “you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for
the curse, our curse, the curse oft he Grimwalds“. - “What does it have to do
with me? You captured me.“ Or so I thought…
“No, you came to us, the
curse only activates on your 20th birthday, everyone in our line,
the Grimwald line, dies in this house… on their 20th birthday. Only the
dead can see us…“. She stopped. I knew what she was about to say but, I just
couldn’t say it out loud, and finally I realized why I’d been drawn to this
house for so many years… “You are my sister.“
