"The Endless nightmare" 1G03/ Mme Galin, Lycée Jean Monnet

The Endless Nightmare 

Vendredi 13 1815, c'était un jour de pleine lune rouge sang. Un cri résonnait dans tout le pays. Dans la rue Nevermore, on apercevait à peine le château de la famille Heachfredus caché par les arbres pourris. La famille Heachfredus était composée de 4 personnes, la mère Mady et ses 2 enfants et le domestique. Cette nuit-là, Mady se réveillait avec de mauvaises sensations, comme la peur, la terreur due à la tempête. Dans son dos, une griffe. Elle s'était réveillée parce qu'elle avait entendu quelques notes de piano. Il se trouvait dans la partie basse du château.

                  Dans cette partie là il y avait le caveau de la grand-mère qui était morte dans des circonstances mystérieuses. Mady sortait de sa chambre et marchait dans le château avec crainte. Dans un coin sombre du couloir, elle entendit un pas et, prise par surprise, elle apercevait le servant. Il était mystérieux et effrayant. Il remontait la voûte et passait près d'elle comme un fantôme sans dire un mot

Zero project - Whispering iceland

L'homme allait à reculons, les jambes tremblantes jusqu'au mur, ne pouvant détacher son regard de ce crâne, dont on distinguait toujours les vestiges incarnats. Joseph fut hagard durant quelques secondes, puis se redressa d'un geste vif. Il saisit avec précaution une branche de charme tombée après l'orage et décala l'os sur la gauche, non sans répugnance. Ses yeux se posèrent sur le tas de cendre, où se cachait le crâne, puis remarquèrent d'autres os, un humérus, un radius, deux fémurs, un tibia. Des haut-le-cœur le tourmentèrent et il courut, malgré son terrible avachissement, à l'opposé du dépôt, lorsqu'il entendit de lourds pas dans la boue. Épouvanté, il se jeta derrière un amas de briques fraîches, et ralentit sa laborieuse respiration. La marche continuait, le bruit se rapprochait et s'arrêta brusquement. «Qui est là ? » hurla une voix rocailleuse, obstruée par des mucosités. 	Joseph frissonna, mais avec un courage mêlé de dépit, se leva devant le vieil homme. C'était un vieillard rond, robuste, au visage sillonné de rides où saillait un nez écarlate, coincé entre des joues adipeuses. Ses cheveux cendrés ne fléchissaient pas face à la bise et ses yeux, troués de pupilles bleues, étaient surmontés de larges bandes de bistre. Il portait des guêtres souillées, un pantalon qui se déroulait en finissant en ourlets boueux, des souliers en cuir et un veste olivâtre, épaisse, dont les poches arrachées jetaient sur Joseph une horrible inquiétude.

Il avait dans sa mains écaillée une pelle, noir de terre, tandis que l'autre tenait une lanterne, dont la bluette chatoyante baignait le jeune homme dans un flot d'étincelles. Il se tenait devant Joseph, à demi-courbé, sa silhouette découpée par les lueurs spectrales. Le vieil homme soupira, tirant machinalement sur sa moustache de palissandre, et bredouilla bassement : « Vous aussi vous les avait trouvé. J'les ai découverts hier lorsque j'ram'nai l'bois. D'ailleurs vous n'avez rien à faire ici. » Joseph fut calmé, mais se sentait coupable. Il questionna brièvement le vieux : « -Vous êtes le gardien ? Vous savez d'où viennent ces os ? -Trop d'questions mon bon m'ssieurs, trancha-t-il, oui j'suis l'gardien et vot' présence ici est illégale. Veuillez circulez sur l'champ s'vous plaît. » Joseph ne riposta pas, honteux, et se dirigea avec soulagement vers le portail rouillée à l'autre bout de la ruine, accompagné du vieil homme qui le collait de très près. Lorsqu'il fut à l'entrée, Joseph se retourna et, torturé de mystères, demanda : « Qu'allez-vous en faire ? » 	L'homme resta mutique, levant son bras arbitrairement en désignant la forêt. Joseph se résigna puis fit quelques pas hésitants devant lui. Un souffle froid enveloppa sa nuque et glaça son échine.

Parchment

Gags tormented him and he ran, despite his terrible slump, to the opposite side of the depot, when he heard heavy footsteps in the mud. Terrified, he threw himself behind a pile of fresh bricks, and slowed his labored breathing. The walk continued, the noise got closer and stopped abruptly. " Aye, Who's that, huh?" yelled a gravelly voice, clogged with phlegm. Joseph shuddered, but with a courage mingled with spite, stood up in front of the old man. He was a plump, robust old man, with a face furrowed with wrinkles from which a scarlet nose protruded, wedged between fatty cheeks. His ash hair did not flinch in the face of the wind and his eyes, pierced with blue pupils, were surmounted by wide bands of bistre. He wore soiled gaiters, trousers that unrolled and ended in muddy hems, leather shoes and a thick olive jacket, the torn pockets of which made Joseph feel horribly worried. He had in his scaled hand a shovel, black with earth, while the other held a lantern, the shimmering blueness of which bathed the young man in a flood of sparks. He stood in front of Joseph, half-bent, his silhouette outlined by the spectral gleams. The old man sighed, tugging mechanically at his rosewood mustache, and mumbled slowly: "Bloody hell, ya' found 'em too eh ?. I just about' found em yesterday when I brought em wood back. Besides, ye have nothin' t'do here." Joseph calmed down, but felt guilty. He questioned the old man briefly: "Are you the guardian of this place? Do you know where these bones come from? - That's a big load o'questions there my good gentleman" he said in a rude tone, "Yessir, 'am the guardian and i dont like you hanging out 'round here. Now get outta here." Joseph didn't retaliate, ashamed, and headed with relief towards the rusty gate at the other end of the ruin, accompanied by the old man who was following him very closely.

Once upon a time,in a dark and gloomy forest,there was a lost castle that belonged to Riyah Williams a pretty and confident person that could look at herself for hours in the mirror. But one day,a tragic event happened to her pretty face. She was at her lover's house when a fire took place and burned her face and took the life of the only person that really mattered to her. Two days before their wedding after this,she didn't want to go out so she stayed in her castle for weeks. One day, meet pain was too hard to handle so she decided to join her death lover back.The only memories that she left in the castle: some cosmetics,a broken mirror and the letter that she wrote before killing herself.Some decades later,Malicia brought to the castle and moved in.The first weeks after she moved in everything was normal. Until Malicia discovered an old trunk in the attic. She opened it and found Riyah's stuff,she felt a strange atmosphere all around the castle. When she opened the trunk she heard voices which said "Riyah" at this moment she became stressed,anxious and scared,so rapidly she closed the trunk and left the attic.The next weeks, she continued hearing voices and noises which prevented her from sleeping,some objects moved alone,she heard some scratching under the bed. While she was walking in the castle ,violently the windows ,the doors opened and the furniture moved back to her.So one night, when the scratching and noises were the strongest, she decided to check the trunk again... When she opened the trunk Riyah was out and continued chasing Malicia all around the castle. Malicia was trying everything to escape from Riyah,but it was in vain.Riyah took Malicia and took her place in the real world by putting her at her place, in the mirror!The legend says that Malicia is still in the mirror but it was until George arrived...

Title of the song: Hold On /Author: Myuu/ Source: https://www.thedarkpiano.com/

She could see his pale face assorted with his odd-coloured eyes, and a white beard even though he was looking pretty young, maybe in his 30s. A long black coat was hiding his outline. The man placed his hand on the shoulder of Ava and declared: No need to answer me, I know perfectly who you are. Ava shrieked at the top of her lungs terrified by the situation, but her shout was silent, without effect. Ava then tried to remove the hand of the man off her shoulder but his hand was cold, like dead, she lifted his hand but the man was inhumanly strong. She was convinced of something, he was all but human. 	She woke up in his bed, heavily breathing and shocked by the dream she just had. However, she still felt the cold hand on his shoulder, Ava turned his head and saw him, he was here.

Elle voit son visage pâle assorti à ses yeux de couleur étrange, et une barbe blanche bien qu'il ait l'air assez jeune, peut-être dans les 30 ans. Un long manteau noir cache sa silhouette. L'homme pose sa main sur l'épaule d'Ava et déclare : Inutile de me répondre, je sais parfaitement qui vous êtes. Ava crie à pleins poumons, terrifiée par la situation, mais son cri reste silencieux, sans effet. Elle essaye alors de retirer la main de l'homme de son épaule mais celle-ci est froide, comme morte, elle la soulève mais l'homme est d'une force inhumaine. Elle est convaincue de quelque chose, il est tout sauf humain. 	Elle se réveille dans son lit, le souffle court et choquée par le rêve qu'elle vient de faire. . Cependant, elle sent encore la main froide sur son épaule, Ava tourne la tête et le voit, il était là.

It was on a saturday night, a young lady was babysitting and she was on her way to find the house. After a long time, she finally found the address of the house. There was no one in front of the house so, she decided to knock at the door first when the door suddenly opened. She entered, and felt a strange impression in the house. The house was very big inside. She heard a noise behind her, she turned away and saw finally the little girl that she had to take care of. A few moments later, the girl kept the little girl with her in the living room, they were watching a show together. Suddenly, a noise appears from the kitchen. The lady put the TV on and stood up to walk slowly to the kitchen. She froze at this noise. She was focused on the sound when she heard the little girl screaming from the living room. She hurried to see if she was good. When she saw the girl, she was standing at the window with the light off. The lady turned on the light an approached the girl. The little girl showed the window to the lady; a black car with the lights on turning around the house for now a long time.

C'était un samedi soir, une jeune femme faisait du baby-sitting et elle était en route pour trouver la maison. Après un long moment, elle finalement trouva l'adresse de la maison. Comme il n'y avait personne devant la maison, elle décida de frapper à la porte quand celle-ci s'ouvrit brusquement. Elle entra et ressentit une étrange impression dans la maison. La maison était très grande à l'intérieur. Elle entendit un bruit derrière elle, elle se retourna et vit enfin la petite fille dont elle devait s'occuper. Quelques instants plus tard, la jeune fille garda la petite fille avec elle dans le salon, elles regardèrent une émission ensemble. Soudain, un bruit surgit de la cuisine. La femme éteignit la télévision et se lève pour se diriger lentement vers la cuisine. Elle se figa à ce bruit. Elle était concentrée sur le son lorsqu'elle entendit la petite fille crier depuis le salon. Elle se précipita pour voir si elle allait bien. Lorsqu'elle vit la petite fille, elle se tenait devant la fenêtre, et la lumière était éteinte. La jeune femme alluma la lumière et s'approcha de la fillette. La petite fille lui montra la fenêtre ; une voiture noire avec les phares allumés tournait autour de la maison depuis un long moment déjà.

Saturday night/ Samedi soir

Riyah's Anger

Once upon a time,in a dark and gloomy forest,there was a lost castle that belonged to Riyah Williams a pretty and confident person that could look at herself for hours in the mirror. But one day,a tragic event happened to her pretty face. She was at her lover's house when a fire took place and burned her face and took the life of the only person that really mattered to her. Two days before their wedding after this,she didn't want to go out so she stayed in her castle for weeks. One day, meet pain was too hard to handle so she decided to join her death lover back.The only memories that she left in the castle: some cosmetics,a broken mirror and the letter that she wrote before killing herself.Some decades later,Malicia brought to the castle and moved in.The first weeks after she moved in everything was normal. Until Malicia discovered an old trunk in the attic. She opened it and found Riyah's stuff,she felt a strange atmosphere all around the castle. When she opened the trunk she heard voices which said "Riyah" at this moment she became stressed,anxious and scared,so rapidly she closed the trunk and left the attic.The next weeks, she continued hearing voices and noises which prevented her from sleeping,some objects moved alone,she heard some scratching under the bed. While she was walking in the castle ,violently the windows ,the doors opened and the furniture moved back to her.So one night, when the scratching and noises were the strongest, she decided to check the trunk again... When she opened the trunk Riyah was out and continued chasing Malicia all around the castle. Malicia was trying everything to escape from Riyah,but it was in vain.Riyah took Malicia and took her place in the real world by putting her at her place, in the mirror!The legend says that Malicia is still in the mirror but it was until George arrived...

Il était une fois, dans une forêt sombre et lugubre, il y avait un château perdu appartenant à Riyah Williams une personne très belle et confiante qui pourrait se regarder des heures dans le miroir. Mais, un jour un évènement tragique est arrivé à son magnifique visage. Elle se trouvait dans la maison de son amant lorsqu'un incendie a brûlé son visage et pris la vie de la seule personne qui comptait vraiment pour elle. Deux jours avant leurs mariages. Après cela ,elle ne voulait plus sortir et est restée dans son château pendant des semaines. Un jour, la douleur est devenue trop dure à supporter donc elle décida de rejoindre son amant décédé. Les seuls souvenirs qu'elle a laissés dans le château : quelques produits de beauté, un miroir brisé et la lettre qu'elle a écrite avant de se suicider. Quelques décennies plus tard, Malicia est arrivée au château et s'y est installée. Les premières semaines après son emménagement, tout était normal, jusqu'à ce que Malicia découvre une vieille malle dans le grenier. Elle l'a ouvert et a trouvé les affaires de Riyah, elle a senti une atmosphère étrange tout autour du château. Lorsqu'elle a ouvert la malle, elle a entendu des voix qui disaient "Riyah". À ce moment-là, elle est devenue stressée, anxieuse et effrayée, alors elle a rapidement refermé la malle et a quitté le grenier. Les semaines suivantes, elle a continué à entendre des voix et des bruits qui ne lui permettaient pas de dormir, certains objets bougèrent seuls, elle entendit quelques grattements sous le lit. Alors qu'elle se promenait dans le château, les fenêtres, les portes se sont violemment ouvertes et les meubles se sont dirigés vers elle. Une nuit, alors que les grattements et les bruits étaient les plus forts, elle a décidé de vérifier à nouveau la malle... Lorsqu'elle a ouvert le coffret, Riyah était sortie et continuait à poursuivre Malicia tout au travers du château. Malicia a tout tenté pour échapper à Riyah, mais en vain. Riyah a pris Malicia et a pris sa place dans le monde réel en la mettant à sa place, dans le miroir ! La légende dit que Malicia est toujours dans le miroir, mais c'était jusqu'à l'arrivée de George...

Merci à Justine Jotham : autrice jeunesse. 

Désespéré, l'homme rechigna d'abord de s'y rendre, mais après quelques hésitations, s'élança comme un lièvre, en grandes enjambées, craignant les piqûres. Lorsqu'il fut devant le muret, les torrents affolés cessèrent leur vacarme et la pluie lentement s'estompa. Sa gauche et sa droite étaient obstruées par des ronces monstrueuses et des monticules de gravats. Contraint, mais mû par une singulière curiosité qui l'étonna, il logea ses pieds dans les crevasses plus ou moins profondes du muret, et agrippa les touffes d'herbes trempées mais douces comme du velours, qui couronnaient le sommet. 	Lorsque Joseph fut debout sur les herbes, il balaya son regard. L'homme apercevait, s'élevant dans le ciel, la moitié d'un beffroi en briques verdies d'où on discernait, malgré l'usure, la blancheur jadis crayeuse des pierres. De larges lézardes criblaient la tour, la défigurant, et la flèche surplombait la gorge de la forêt où quelques nuages noirs venaient parfois s'y crever. En bas, quelques roches s'amoncelaient dans les coins de la cour, éclatées par des plantains et des pissenlits rayonnants ; les murs, troués d'embrasures qui servaient autrefois à accueillir les vitraux, revêtaient de grands manteaux de lierres ; les arceaux se courbaient comme des danseuses, découpant la noire feuillée qu'enténébraient les tentures de la nuit, tandis que la lune allongeait sur les pavés cabossés sa longue cape d'argent.

Cette émerveillement plongea Joseph dans un songe éveillé, qui vacilla étourdi par la fatigue sur le muret, face à ce tableau désolant et magnifique. Ayant repris ses esprits, l'homme se laissa tomber sur le sol, à l'intérieur de l'édifice, et commença à marcher, l’œil furtif, furetant les recoins obscures. Il découvrit près d'un arc un dépôt de bois, où quelques bûches s'empilaient maladroitement, couvertes d'une tôle de zinc soutenue par de frêles piliers, où s'égouttaient les résidus de l'orage. Joseph, poussé par une force étrangère qui l'assaillait tel un mal incurable, se coula près de la réserve et examina le tas de bois. Il y trouva quelques outils rouillés, des pelles au manche pourri, des marteaux étêtés, des chaînes cuivrées, enlacées en un inextricable nœud, et des toiles grisâtres, constellées de noires araignées, filant leur toile dans ces ténèbres de poix et dont la hideur répugnait Joseph. 	Cependant, un objet piqua son attention, enchâssé entre deux bûchettes, d'une blancheur d'ivoirine. L'homme, curieux, allongea sa jambe et posa son pied sur le bibelot, puis d'un coup sec le fit rouler telle une bille vers lui. Mais lorsque l'objet effleura son pied, il sentit son cœur se tordre, broyer dans la machine de l'inconnu. Joseph trébucha sur une pierre en reculant sous la torpeur, et tomba lourdement sur le pavé trempé. Il fixait à présent la chose, pris de nausées soudaines en griffant la boue. Ses trous noirs béants, ses ébréchures apparentes, sa blancheur d'albâtre.

It was on a saturday night, a young lady was babysitting and she was on her way to find the house. After a long time, she finally found the address of the house. There was no one on front of the house so she decided to knock at the door first when the door suddenly opened. When she entered, she felt a strange impression in the house. The house was very big inside. She heard a noise behind her, she turned away and saw finally the little girl that she had to take care of. A few moments later, the girl kept the little girl with her in the living room, they were watching a show together. Suddenly, a noise appears from the kitchen. The lady put the TV on and stood up to walk slowly to the kitchen. She froze at this noise. She was focused on the sound when she heard the little girl screaming from the living room. She hurred to  see it the little girl was good. When she saw the girl, she was standing at the window with the light off. The lady turned on the light and approached the girl.

 The little girl showed the window to the lady; a black car with the lights on turning around the house for now a long time. There was a panic between the girls. So, she turned off the lights and hid with the little girl under the kitchen table. They waited a moment before the babysitter went to look out the window if the car was still there, it wasn't. They became calm again and decided to take a look in other rooms but, when she opened the kitchen's door, a man arose. A huge fear invaded the young woman so much that she couldn't scream. He was tall, very tall, he was wearing a black suit and a big pair of brown domaged boots. His face was recovered by many scars, one on his mouth, he was smiling and his head was bent, his gaze was fixed, on me. Then, the babysitter, afraid, closed brutally the door, and blocked it with chairs, table and all furniture of the room. But, the men got closer to the door and whispered "sweet dreams" and then, he left the house.

Le soleil peu à peu dissimulait ses flancs. Joseph suivait les chemins boueux et exiguës, qui serpentaient entre les larges frondaisons des chênes, battus par de bourrasques invisibles. Il marchait seul, le dos courbé, fixant ses bottes, lourdes d'eau et couvertes de fange. Autour de lui, le vent sifflait entre les branches, longues et effilées comme des couteaux, courbait les tapis d'orties, dévêtait les arbrisseaux et plier les roseaux près des mares. Il déambulait, traînant du pied, lorgnant les verts entourages, effrayé par les craquements et les croassements semblables à des cris d'agonie sous les voûtes des arbres. Dans la tête de l'homme bouillonnait de la rancœur, mêlée de tristesse. Il se souvenait des injures qui lui égratignaient le cœur. Mais il ne voulait pas y songer, fermant seulement ses poings, restant coi face au vent qui balayait ses cheveux. Le soleil dardait ses rayons moribonds, qui se cassaient sur les cimes en éblouissant l'homme, tandis que des éclats de lumière tourbillonnaient à travers les nuages enflammés, qui allumaient, sous les yeux de Joseph, un terrible incendie. Malgré ce flamboiement, le froid mordait la peau de l'homme qui se décida d'accélérer le pas. Il ignorait sa destination et se dirigeait, obstinément, vers le boyau de la forêt. 	 Mais Joseph s'arrêta, car il entendait quelques crépitements parmi les arbres, comme des fagots pétillants dans l'âtre, qui l'indisposaient, ignorant leur origine, mais il comprit, en remarquant les stries grises qui quadrillaient le chemin de terre, que la pluie tombait et allait probablement battre la forêt rapidement. Alors il rabattit son manteau en cuir sur sa tête, craignant les gouttes glacées, et fila dans un sentier qui se perdait en contrebas, et d'où on ne distinguait, au fond, qu'une profonde tâche d'encre. 	L'homme eut fini sa descente lorsque la pluie soudainement augmenta. Les dernières lueurs dentelaient délicatement les crêtes des montagnes, qui encerclaient le vallon, noyé par les flots déchaînées. Joseph se réfugia sous un marronnier qui, tourmenté par les vents, saupoudrait de bronze les alentours. Peu à peu, le jeune homme fut paniqué, serrant sa veste contre son corps encore chaud, regardant défiler les feuilles et les branches vagabondes devant lui, dans une tumulte assourdissante, comme on contemple les paysages fuyants, devant les fenêtres d'un train. Il s'assoupissait et ses paupières, coiffées de sourcils broussailleux, tombaient. Mais l'homme les relevait par réflexe, guère serein, sous ce fulgurant déluge. 	Joseph, restait attentif, les sens aiguisés, et vit se dessiner parmi les enchevêtrements d'aubépines ruisselantes, une esquisse de muret en pierres dont le faîte manquait. Désespéré, l'homme rechigna d'abord de s'y rendre, mais après quelques hésitations, s'élança comme un lièvre, en grandes enjambées, craignant les piqûres.

La Cage aux Os

Lorsqu'il fut devant le muret, les torrents affolés cessèrent leur vacarme et la pluie lentement s'estompa. Sa gauche et sa droite étaient obstruées par des ronces monstrueuses et des monticules de gravats. Contraint, mais mû par une singulière curiosité qui l'étonna, il logea ses pieds dans les crevasses plus ou moins profondes du muret, et agrippa les touffes d'herbes trempées mais douces comme du velours, qui couronnaient le sommet. 	Lorsque Joseph fut debout sur les herbes, il balaya son regard. L'homme apercevait, s'élevant dans le ciel, la moitié d'un beffroi en briques verdies d'où on discernait, malgré l'usure, la blancheur jadis crayeuse des pierres. De larges lézardes criblaient la tour, la défigurant, et la flèche surplombait la gorge de la forêt où quelques nuages noirs venaient parfois s'y crever. En bas, quelques roches s'amoncelaient dans les coins de la cour, éclatées par des plantains et des pissenlits rayonnants ; les murs, troués d'embrasures qui servaient autrefois à accueillir les vitraux, revêtaient de grands manteaux de lierres ; les arceaux se courbaient comme des danseuses, découpant la noire feuillée qu'enténébraient les tentures de la nuit, tandis que la lune allongeait sur les pavés cabossés sa longue cape d'argent. 	Cette émerveillement plongea Joseph dans un songe éveillé, qui vacilla étourdi par la fatigue sur le muret, face à ce tableau désolant et magnifique. Ayant repris ses esprits, l'homme se laissa tomber sur le sol, à l'intérieur de l'édifice, et commença à marcher, l’œil furtif, furetant les recoins obscures. Il découvrit près d'un arc un dépôt de bois, où quelques bûches s'empilaient maladroitement, couvertes d'une tôle de zinc soutenue par de frêles piliers, où s'égouttaient les résidus de l'orage. Joseph, poussé par une force étrangère qui l'assaillait tel un mal incurable, se coula près de la réserve et examina le tas de bois. Il y trouva quelques outils rouillés, des pelles au manche pourri, des marteaux étêtés, des chaînes cuivrées, enlacées en un inextricable nœud, et des toiles grisâtres, constellées de noires araignées, filant leur toile dans ces ténèbres de poix et dont la hideur répugnait, Joseph. 	Cependant, un objet piqua son attention, enchâssé entre deux bûchettes, d'une blancheur d'ivoirine. L'homme, curieux, allongea sa jambe et posa son pied sur le bibelot, puis d'un coup sec le fit rouler telle une bille vers lui. 	Mais lorsque l'objet effleura son pied, il sentit son cœur se tordre, broyer dans la machine de l'inconnu. Joseph trébucha sur une pierre en reculant sous la torpeur, et tomba lourdement sur le pavé trempé. Il fixait à présent la chose, pris de nausées soudaines en griffant la boue. Ses trous noirs béants, ses ébréchures apparentes, sa blancheur d'albâtre. L'homme allait à reculons, les jambes tremblantes jusqu'au mur, ne pouvant détacher son regard de ce crâne, dont on distinguait toujours les vestiges incarnats. Joseph fut hagard durant quelques secondes, puis se redressa d'un geste vif. Il saisit avec précaution une branche de charme tombée après l'orage et décala l'os sur la gauche, non sans répugnance.

One night, a group of friends, Liam, Erin and Maddy went to visit an abandoned hospital for fun, but something happened … &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They were in front of the hospital with their headlamp and their courage, Erin gave the information about their escape. Then, the friends went into the building in separate ways. Liam went to the third floor, Erin on the second floor, and Maddy on the first floor. They were all scary during this dark night, the wind and the crow’s screams weren’t helping. In Maddy’s point of view, she was terrified by this gloomy and tensefull atmosphere. While she was walking she heard a weird noise, a knock, in the corridor, on the door behind her. She turned around and she kept walking backwards and then suddenly she couldn’t feel the floor under her feet, she fell through a hole and landed in a cave with a source of water. She approached the water and when she was close enough she felt something or someone pushing her in the water. She was trapped under the water by a pair of invisible hands, she lost all of her senses and she couldn’t move anymore. Then she passed out, at this moment she had bad visions. Maddy saw herself lain down on an operating table, being tortured. All of a sudden, the vision became blurry and she saw two shapes wearing a Hazmat suit. She couldn’t hear clearly what they were saying, she could only perceive a few words. In the middle of their discussion, she heard their names, Mr. Badley and Joffrey. The vision became blurry again and she had the first vision again. She woke up in a hurry. She was breathing heavily and spitting water. She looked at her watch, it was time to meet her friends so she started running. On her way she fell on the ground due to the shock and her wet body. Once she arrived at the meeting point, she saw her friends waiting for her. She was trembling because of the cold weather. She was trying to tell her friends what happened to her, stuttering. But when she looked up at her friends she saw that they didn’t believed her. She was trying so hard to make them believe her but they didn’t want to change their minds because they didn’t see her wet. On their way back to their apartment, she saw two ghostly shapes and that was, in fact, Mr. Badley and Joffrey. She yelled at Liam to stop the car and when he stopped, the two shapes vanished. Liam and Erin were confused because there was nothing in front of the car. Maddy told them there was nothing so they started the car again and went to the apartment. They went to sleep immediately. When Erin and Liam woke up they saw a scene of horror. There was blood everywhere. Maddy was dead. She was dismembered while they were sleeping. And then they turned around and they saw a writing on the wall, with her blood. “YOU SHOULD HAVE BELIEVED HER … “

Title of the song: Come Out And Play/ Author: Darren Curtis/ Source: https://darrencurtis.bandcamp.com/

The lady turned on the light and approached the girl. The little girl showed the window to the lady; a black car with the lights on turning around the house for now a long time. There was a panic between the girls. So, she turned off the lights and hid with the little girl under the kitchen table. They waited a moment before the babysitter went to look out the window if the car was still there, it wasn't. They became calm again and decided to take a look in other rooms but, when she opened the kitchen's door, a man arose. A huge fear invaded the young woman so much that she couldn't scream. He was tall, very tall, he was wearing a black suit and a big pair of brown domaged boots. His face was recovered by many scars, one on his mouth, he was smiling and his head was bent, his gaze was fixed, on me. Then, the babysitter, afraid, closed brutally the door, and blocked it with chairs, table and all furniture of the room. But, the men got closer to the door and whispered "sweet dreams" and then, he left the house.

It was on a saturday night, a young lady was babysitting and she was on her way to find the house. After a long time, she finally found the address of the house. There was no one on front of the house so she decided to knock at the door first when the door suddenly opened. When she entered, she felt a strange impression in the house. The house was very big inside. She heard a noise behind her, she turned away and saw finally the little girl that she had to take care of. A few moments later, the girl kept the little girl with her in the living room, they were watching a show together. Suddenly, a noise appears from the kitchen. The lady put the TV on and stood up to walk slowly to the kitchen. She froze at this noise. She was focused on the sound when she heard the little girl screaming from the living room. She hurred to see it the little girl was good. When she saw the girl, she was standing at the window with the light off. 

My name is George Brown, I’m 12 I’m going to tell you how my supposed perfect vacation turned into a nightmare. The most important thing that I need to tell you is that I am 12 years old for 100 years. So, this story took place in 1922 in Scotland in a little village named North Borwick. My parents had rent a beautiful Mansion for the spring vacation. The mansion was the biggest that I ever seen. It was white with a&nbsp;lot of windows, around the mansion there was a forest and a lake. Everything was perfect, but I knew that the owner was too kind to be honest. It had been a few days since we arrived and i was feeling observed and my mother was weird.

Je m'appelle George Brown, j'ai 12 ans et je vais vous raconter comment mes vacances supposées parfaites se sont transformées en cauchemar. La chose la plus importante que je dois vous dire est que j'ai 12 ans depuis 100 ans. Cette histoire s'est déroulée en 1922 en Ecosse, dans un petit village nommé North Borwick. Mes parents avaient loué un magnifique manoir pour les vacances de printemps. Ce manoir était le plus grand que je n'avais jamais vu. Il était blanc avec beaucoup de fenêtres, autour du manoir il y avait une forêt et un lac. Tout était parfait, mais je savais que le propriétaire était trop gentil pour être honnête. Cela faisait quelques jours que nous étions arrivés et je me sentais observé et ma mère était bizarre.

"A day without tomorrow" whispered the old man. Following these words, he snuffed out the tealight and gradually walked away. “Come back! I beg of you !" shouted the distraught man, his throat bleeding. He was like trapped in a cave, as cold as a sepulcher, the rough indentations of which revealed terrifying dead-ends. Joseph took out a lighter and lit a spark that barely painted flecks of light on the walls. He saw with horror piles of rotten, putrid bones lying on the rocky ground. So he knelt down; big tears swelled in his eyes and beaded on his sealed and quivering lips. And there was nothing left to hear but his long sobs, lost in this abyss of hell, echoing in what would soon be his coffin.

The cursed Wedding of Ashford "And then, Madelaine saw the corpse of her dear friend, Alayana, lyed on the floor, face down on the ground, her arms stretched out and her beautiful blond shining hair through the dark. There wasn’t any blood. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madelaine was staring at her. It shocked her greatly. She knew something bad was going to happen ,but she wasn’t expecting something so awful. Madelaine was cheerful. Indeed, she waited for this moment for months&nbsp;: her wedding, the most beautiful day of her life. She was in the car, holding the hand of her new husband, Adam. They were driving through the Ashford countryside, under a rainy weather. After a long moment alone on the road, they finally saw the huge black gate of the domain rent for the reception. They drove through a long and sinuous path as for as the castle."

Et puis, Madelaine vit le cadavre de sa chère amie, Alayana, allongée sur le sol, face contre terre, les bras tendus et ses beaux cheveux blonds brillants dans l'obscurité. Il n'y avait pas de sang. Madelaine la regardait fixement. Cela l'a beaucoup bouleversé. Elle savait que quelque chose de grave allait se produire, mais elle ne s'attendait pas à quelque chose d'aussi horrible.

Madelaine était très heureuse. En effet, elle attendait ce moment depuis des mois : son mariage, le plus beau jour de sa vie. Elle était dans la voiture, tenant la main de son nouveau mari, Adam. Ils roulaient à travers la campagne d'Ashford, sous un temps pluvieux. Après un long moment seuls sur la route, ils apercevaient enfin l'immense portail noir du domaine loué pour la réception. Ils empruntèrent un long chemin sinueux jusqu'au château.

Aussitôt, le jeune homme fit volte-face et surprit l'inconnu, en furie, les yeux rouges de sang, les sillons de son visage crispés, la moustache hérissée, levant la pelle comme un sable, luisante de crasse, prête à fendre quelque crâne. Joseph échappa un cri suraigu qui déchira le silence de la nuit, comme celui d'une chouette qu'on clouerait à un mur. Il esquiva le coup fatal et s'élança, dans un horrible effroi, dans le gouffre fuligineux de la forêt. La nuit avait englouti les bois de ses mâchoires obscures et les écharpes de brume enveloppaient les alentours. Seule l'étoile branlante de la lanterne perçait l'épais rideau. Dans sa fuite, Joseph ne négligeait pas les bosses et crevasses qui parsemaient la forêt, craignant une chute mortelle. Il fuyait tel un sanglier, filant à travers les arbres noires, aux branches ébranlées par les volutes du vent. Il ne percevait rien, ne tâtant pas même les environs, risquant de perdre l'équilibre. Soudain, il distingua une étincelle, comme une goutte d'or, et se rua sur celle-ci. Joseph bondit sur une planche de bois herbue et pénétra dans ce qui semblait être, dans ces infinies noirceurs, une cabane. Devant se tenait une bougie, à la lueur grelottante. Lorsqu'il entra, le jeune homme poussa de ses muscles éprouvés la lourde porte de bois de chêne, hurlant sur ses gonds de terrifiants râles. Il la bloqua d'une culbute de terreur dans l'embrasure, pendant que de minuscules échardes le griffaient et se logeaient dans son dos comme des vers.

Quelques toiles jaunes se glissèrent soudain sous la porte. Il était là. Un tintinnabulement suivi de chuchotements mécaniques se firent entendre et le jeune homme devina qu'il eût été enfermé. « Un jour sans lendemain, chuchota le vieillard ». Suite ces mots, il moucha le lumignon et s'éloigna progressivement. "Revenez ! Par pitié ! cria l'homme éperdu, la gorge en sang ". Il était dans une caverne, glaciale comme un sépulcre, et dont les grossières échancrures dévoilaient de terrifiants culs-de-sacs. Joseph sortit un briquet et alluma une flammèche qui peignaient difficilement sur les murs des mouchetures de lumière. Il vit avec effroi des monceaux d'os noircis, puants, disposés sur le sol rocheux. Alors il s'agenouilla ; de grosses larmes gonflèrent à ses yeux et perlèrent sur ses lèvres muettes et chevrotantes. Il n'entendait plus que ses longs sanglots, se perdant dans cette abîme d'enfer, résonant dans son cercueil.

During a day, a few years ago. Lord Madelin was having a walk in his city called Faversham, it was a little city in the east of London, and not far from dover. This city had a lot of mansions and it was dark situated near a forest. It was a very dark and scary village when the sun was not in the sky. One day, he saw a beautiful woman, he fall in love when he saw her eyes. He took his courage and he went to meet her. The feeling was so good between the Lord and the woman called Lady Madelyn. The Lord invited her for a dinner in his house. She accepted the offer. Two days late, she came in the house at 7 p.m, Lord Madelin welcomed Lady Madelyn, both were smiling. They sat around the table and ate, they laughed, everything was going well. After the dinner, he made Lady Madelyn visit, she was amazedly the gothic architecture with the sculptures, the darkness, the gargoyles, the paintings on the wall and also the big fireplace. He showed her all the rooms of the ground floor. This house contained three floors, the first floor had 1 room which was a big bedroom. The 2 others floors were becoming more and more dirty and darker.

Un jour, il y a quelques années, Lord Madelin se promenait dans sa ville nommée Faversham, c'était une petite ville à l'est de Londres, et non loin de Douvres. Cette ville possédait beaucoup de manoirs et elle était sombre, située près d'une forêt. C'était un village très sombre et effrayant quand le soleil n'était pas dans le ciel. Un jour, il vit une belle femme, il tomba amoureux quand il vit ses yeux. Il prit son courage à deux mains et vint à sa rencontre. Le sentiment était très bon entre le Lord et la femme : Lady Madelyn. Le Seigneur l'invita à dîner dans sa maison. Elle accepta l'offre. Deux jours plus tard, elle vint au manoir à 19h, Lord Madelin  . Le Seigneur l'invita à dîner dans sa maison. Elle accepta l'offre. Deux jours plus tard, elle arriva à la maison à 19 heures. Lord Madelin accueillit Lady Madelyn, tous deux étaient souriants. Ils s'assirent autour de la table et mangèrent, rirent, tout allait bien. Après le dîner, il fit visiter Lady Madelyn, elle fut émerveillée par l'architecture gothique avec les sculptures, l'obscurité, les gargouilles, les peintures sur les murs et aussi la grande cheminée. Il lui montra toutes les pièces du rez-de-chaussée. Cette maison comportait trois étages, le premier étage avait une pièce qui était une grande chambre. Les deux autres étages devenaient de plus en plus sales et sombres.

En cette nuit pluvieuse du 24 novembre 1891, un homme, qui vivait tristement seul, dans un vieux manoir au milieu d'une forêt dense et très sombre ... Ne pouvait s'endormir à cause des bruits qui hantaient la maison. 	Après une nuit compliquée, au lever du soleil, malgré sa fatigue, il s'est enfin décidé à aller chasser dans la forêt. En raison de la densité de la forêt, il n'a pas vu la lumière du jour. Pendant son activité, il a senti une odeur nauséabonde et a voulu savoir d'où venait cette odeur. Mason, le chasseur, tourne en rond pendant un long moment avant de trouver un corps, un cadavre ! Pris de panique, l'homme tenta de ramener le cadavre dans sa maison. Il appelle sa mère car il a besoin d'aide pour savoir ce qu'il peut faire. - Maman... (il pleure) Aujourd'hui, j'ai découvert un cadavre. Je... Je ne sais pas qui c'est. Je ne sais pas pourquoi il est ici ? Et ce qui lui est arrivé ! - Calme-toi ! (elle dit d'une voix douce) Appelez la police ! - Je ne peux pas ! Je dois cacher le corps parce qu'ils vont croire que je l'ai tué. (il dit en panique) le cadavre est dans ma maison et il y avait du sang partout. - QUOI ! ? Vous êtes fou ! Que puis-je faire ? Venez ici, s'il vous plaît. 	Après une heure de voyage pour rejoindre son fils, la mère de Mason arrive enfin. Elle a sonné, mais personne n'a répondu. Au bout d'un moment, alors qu'elle s'apprêtait à trouver le volet, Mason a ouvert la porte avec un visage rempli de terreur. - Mason, tout va bien ? Que s'est-il passé ? J'ai besoin que tu me dises tout (la mère essaie de rassurer son fils). - J'ai un cadavre dans ma maison, comment crois-tu que je me sent ? ! Ils vont m'arrêter et m'accuser de meurtre. Comment vais-je m'en sortir ? Maman, aide-moi, je t'en supplie. 	Le lendemain matin, il était en train de chasser quand soudain un bruit se fit entendre du côté de sa maison. Il se mit à courir jusqu'à ce qu'il atteigne sa maison et vit sa mère, pâle et froide, étendue sur le sol de sa cuisine, morte, un couteau à la main. - Maman ? ! Non... ce n'est pas possible... mais qui... qui a fait ça ? (il se met à pleurer avec sa mère dans les bras). Je trouverai le meurtrier. 	Soudain, il entendit des voix qui venaient de l'étage. Il essaya alors d'ouvrir la porte, mais elle était verrouillée. L'obscurité couvrait peu à peu la lumière du soleil et lorsqu'il fut totalement dans le noir, une créature effrayante apparut dans son dos et le tua.

Everybody was agitated by these events , so in order to relax the atmosphere , Adam decided to open then ball.&nbsp;Everyone watched with admiration the bride and the groom waltzing in the middle of the room.&nbsp;Madelaine was tenderly looking at her husband,forgetting everyone around them.&nbsp;Suddently,the lights and the music went out leaving a deafening silence , broken by a shrill shriek.&nbsp;Madelaine immediatly reconized the voice of her friend Alayana , and had an anxiety attack.&nbsp; Consequently , the bride and everyone else started to search for Alayana , all around the castle.&nbsp;&nbsp;Madelaine went to the bathroom because she known that Alayana was sick.However , she wasn’t here.She ran though the corridors when she saw an old book on the floor next to a mirror , in the edge of the hallway.&nbsp;She took it , ans started leafing through the book. It was about the history of the mansion. She stopped herself in front of the pictures of the members of the original family of the manor. Then, she saw a woman , surely blond (the pictures were in black and white) . She looked strangely like Alayana . Under the photo , was annotated&nbsp;: «Lady Marie Henvenson , 1856-1878 , tragically dead duing her wedding day&nbsp;» .

 There was also a picture of her , in a beautiful wedding dress , on the balcony.&nbsp;She looked in the mirror, and she saw a misty female figure , under the full moon, entering a room, where there was a balcony .&nbsp;&nbsp;She dropped the book from her hands, and followed fastly the shadow , to the chamber . The window was wide open so she approached the balcony and leant ever it. And then , Madelaine saw the corpse of her dear friend , Alayana , lyed on the floor , face down on the ground , her arms stretched out and her beautiful blond shining hair through the dark . There wasn’t any blood.&nbsp;Madelaine was staring at her. It shocked her greatly . She knew something bad was going to happen ,but she wasn’t expecting something so awful .  The dark female figure was standing next to the corpse , looked at Madelaine ans walked away , evaporating in the night&nbsp;.

She looked at her watch, it was time to meet her friends so she started running. On her way she fell on the ground due to the shock and her wet body. Once she arrived at the meeting point, she saw her friends waiting for her. She was trembling because of the cold weather. She was trying to tell her friends what happened to her, stuttering. But when she looked up at her friends she saw that they didn’t believed her. She was trying so hard to make them believe her but they didn’t want to change their minds because they didn’t see her wet. On their way back to their apartment, she saw two ghostly shapes and that was, in fact, Mr. Badley and Joffrey. She yelled at Liam to stop the car and when he stopped, the two shapes vanished. Liam and Erin were confused because there was nothing in front of the car. Maddy told them there was nothing so they started the car again and went to the apartment. They went to sleep immediately. When Erin and Liam woke up they saw a scene of horror. There was blood everywhere. Maddy was dead. She was dismembered while they were sleeping. And then they turned around and they saw a writing on the wall, with her blood. “You should have believed her … “

Come out and play - Darren Curtis

                      Friday, 13th 1815,was the blood-red moon day. A scream was resonating in the entire country. In the rue Nevermore, we could barely see the castle of Heachfredus family hidden by the decayed trees. The Heachfredus family was composed of 4 people, the mother Mady and her 2 children and the servant. That night, Mady woke up with bad feelings like fear, terror due to the storm. In her back there was a claw. She wokeup because she heard a some notes of the piano. It was the piano in the lower part of the castle.

                There was the vault of the grand-mother who died in mysterious circumstances. After, Mady went out this room and walked in the castle with fear. In the dark corner of the corridor she heard a foot step and taken by surprise she saw the servant. He was mysterious and fearful. He went back up the vault and passed by her like a ghost without saying a word.

Madelaine went to the bathroom because she known that Alayana was sick. However, she wasn’t here.She ran though the corridors when she saw an old book on the floor next to a mirror, in the edge of the hallway. She took it, ans started leafing through the book. It was about the history of the mansion. She stopped herself in front of the pictures of the members of the original family of the manor. Then, she saw a woman , surely blond (the pictures were in black and white). She looked strangely like Alayana. Under the photo, was annotated&nbsp;: «Lady Marie Henvenson, 1856-1878, tragically dead duing her wedding day&nbsp;». There was also a picture of her, in a beautiful wedding dress, on the balcony. She looked in the mirror, and she saw a misty female figure, under the full moon, entering a room, where there was a balcony.&nbsp;She dropped the book from her hands, and followed fastly the shadow, to the chamber. The window was wide open so she approached the balcony and leant ever it. And then, Madelaine saw the corpse of her dear friend, Alayana, lyed on the floor, face down on the ground, her arms stretched out and her beautiful blond shining hair through the dark. There wasn’t any blood.&nbsp;Madelaine was staring at her. It shocked her greatly. She knew something bad was going to happen, but she wasn’t expecting something so awful. The dark female figure was standing next to the corpse, looked at Madelaine and walked away, evaporating in the night.

The sun gradually hid its sides. Joseph followed the narrow, muddy paths, which wound between the broad foliage of the oaks, beaten by invisible gusts. He walked alone, his back bent, staring at his boots, heavy with water and covered in mire. Around him, the wind whistled between the branches, long and slender as knives, bent the carpets of nettles, stripped the shrubs and pinched the reeds near the pools. He wandered about, shuffling, eyeing the green surroundings, frightened by the creaks and croaks like cries of agony under the canopies of the trees. 	Resentment swirled in the man's head, mixed with sadness. He remembered the insults that stung his heart. But he didn't want to think about it, only clenching his fists, remaining, facing the wind which swept his hair. The sun darted its dying rays, hitting tree tops, dazzling the man,while bursts of light swirled through the flaming clouds, which kindled, before Joseph's eyes, a terrible fire. Despite this blaze, the cold bit the skin of the man who decided to quicken his pace. He did not know his destination and headed stubbornly towards the gut of the forest. But Joseph stopped, for he heard some crackling among the trees, like steps on sticks in the hearth, which upset him, not knowing their origin, but he understood, by noticing the grey streaks which criss-crossed the dirt road, that the rain was falling and would probably beat the forest quickly. So he pulled his leather coat over his head, fearing the icy drops, and sped down a path that disappeared below, and from which nothing could be seen, at the bottom, but a deep stain of ink. 	The man had finished his descent when the rain suddenly increased. The last light delicately indented the crests of the mountains, which surrounded the valley, drowned by the raging droplets. Joseph took refuge under a chestnut tree which, tormented by the winds, sprinkled the surroundings with leaves, slowly turning the whole area into a bronze-like floor pattern. 	At once, the young started panicking, clutching his jacket to his still warm body, watching the wandering leaves and branches pass by in front of him, in a deafening tumult, as one contemplates the fleeting landscapes, in front of the windows of a train. He dozed off and his eyelids, topped with bushy eyebrows, drooped. But the man held them open by reflex, hardly serene, under this dazzling deluge. 	Joseph remained attentive, his senses sharpened, and saw taking shape among the inextricable tangle of dripping hawthorns, a sketch of a low stone wall whose top was missing. Desperate, the man was initially reluctant to go there, but after some hesitation, rushed forward like a hare, in long strides, fearing the bites. When he was in front of the low wall, the maddened torrents ceased their din and the rain slowly faded. His left and right were obstructed by monstrous brambles and mounds of rubble. Constrained, but moved by a singular curiosity which astonished him, he lodged his feet in the more or less deep crevices of the low wall, and gripped the tufts of grass soaked but soft as velvet, which stood at the summit. 	When Joseph stood on the grass, he looked around. The man saw, rising in the sky, half of a belfry in green bricks from which one discerned, in spite of the wear, the formerly chalky whiteness of the stones. Large cracks riddled the tower, disfiguring it, and the spire overhung the gorge of the forest where a few black clouds sometimes burst through it. Below, a few rocks piled up in the corners of the yard, shattered by radiant plantains and dandelions; the walls, pierced with embrasures which formerly served to accommodate the stained-glass windows, covered large cloaks of ivy; the arches bent like dancers, cutting through the leafy blackness darkened by the curtains of the night, while the moon stretched out its long silver cape over the dented cobblestones. 		This wonder plunged Joseph into a waking dream, who staggered dazed with fatigue on the low wall, facing this desolate and magnificent picture. Having come to his senses, the man dropped to the ground inside the building and began to walk, his eyes furtive, searching the dark corners. He discovered near an arch a wood depot, where a few logs were piled up awkwardly, covered with a sheet of zinc supported by frail pillars, where the residues of the storm were dripping. Joseph, impelled by an alien force that assailed him like an incurable disease, slipped down to the storeroom and examined the pile of wood. He found there a few rusty tools, shovels with rotten handles, beheaded hammers, copper chains, entwined in an inextricable knot, and greyish webs, studded with black spiders, spinning their webs in this pitchy darkness and whose hideousness made Joseph sick.However, an object caught his attention, embedded between two sticks, white as ivory.

Charles Piquion: conteur et grand orateur!

Please come here. After 1 hour on the trip to join her son, Mason’s mother finally arrived. She rang the bell, but nobody responded. So after a while, when she was about to find shutter, Mason opened the door with a face full of terror.&nbsp; - Mason, is everything alright&nbsp;? What happened&nbsp;? I need you to tell me everything (the mother tried to reassure her son) - I have a corpse in my house, how do you think I feel&nbsp;?! They are going to arrest me and accuse me for murder. How am I going to get out of this&nbsp;? Mom help me, please, I'm begging you. The next morning he was hunting when suddenly , a noise occurred on the side of his house. He started running until he reached his house and saw his mother, pale and cold, lain on the floor of his kitchen, dead with a knife in her hand. - Mom&nbsp;?! No… it’s impossible… but who… who did this&nbsp;? (he started crying with his mother in his arms). I will find the murderer. Suddenly, he heard voices that were coming from upstairs. So he tried to open the door but it was locked. The darkness covered the light of the sun bit by bit and when it was totally obscure, a creepy creature appeared in his back and killed him.

Le soleil peu à peu dissimulait ses flancs. Joseph suivait les chemins boueux et exiguës, qui serpentaient entre les larges frondaisons des chênes, battus par de bourrasques invisibles. Il marchait seul, le dos courbé, fixant ses bottes, lourdes d'eau et couvertes de fange. Autour de lui, le vent sifflait entre les branches, longues et effilées comme des couteaux, courbait les tapis d'orties, dévêtait les arbrisseaux et pliait les roseaux près des mares. Il déambulait, traînant du pied, lorgnant les verts entourages, effrayé par les craquements et les croassements semblables à des cris d'agonie sous les voûtes des arbres. 	Dans la tête de l'homme bouillonnait de la rancœur, mêlée de tristesse. Il se souvenait des injures qui lui égratignaient le cœur. Mais il ne voulait pas y songer, fermant seulement ses poings, restant coi face au vent qui balayait ses cheveux. 	Le soleil dardait ses rayons moribonds, qui se cassaient sur les cimes en éblouissant l'homme, tandis que des éclats de lumière rougissaient les nuages enflammés, qui allumaient, sous les yeux de Joseph, un terrible incendie. Malgré ce flamboiement, le froid mordait la peau de l'homme qui se décida d'accélérer le pas. Il ignorait sa destination et se dirigeait, obstinément, vers le boyau de la forêt. 	 Mais Joseph s'arrêta, car il entendait quelques crépitements parmi les arbres, comme des fagots pétillants dans l'âtre, qui l'indisposaient, ignorant leur origine, mais il comprit, en remarquant les stries grises qui quadrillaient le chemin de terre, que la pluie tombait et allait probablement battre la forêt rapidement. Alors il rabattit son manteau en cuir sur sa tête, craignant les gouttes glacées, et fila dans un sentier qui se perdait en contrebas, et d'où on ne distinguait, au fond, qu'une profonde tâche d'encre. 	L'homme eut fini sa descente lorsque la pluie soudainement augmenta. Les dernières lueurs dentelaient délicatement les crêtes des montagnes, qui encerclaient le vallon, noyé par les flots déchaînées. Joseph se réfugia sous un marronnier qui, tourmenté par les vents, saupoudrait de bronze les alentours. Peu à peu, le jeune homme fut paniqué, serrant sa veste contre son corps encore chaud, regardant défiler les feuilles et les branches vagabondes devant lui, dans un tumulte assourdissante, comme on contemple les paysages fuyants, devant les fenêtres d'un train. Il s'assoupissait et ses paupières, coiffées de sourcils broussailleux, tombaient. Mais l'homme les relevait par réflexe, guère serein, sous ce fulgurant déluge. 	Joseph restait attentif, les sens aiguisés, et vit se dessiner parmi les enchevêtrements d'aubépines ruisselantes, une esquisse de muret en pierres dont le faîte manquait. Désespéré, l'homme rechigna d'abord de s'y rendre, mais après quelques hésitations, s'élança comme un lièvre, en grandes enjambées, craignant les piqûres.

Titre de la chanson: Petit pantin au cœur de glace/ Auteur: Laei / Source: http://lacrymosa.tuxfamily.org/

The sun gradually hid its sides. Joseph followed the narrow, muddy paths, which wound between the broad foliage of the oaks, beaten by invisible gusts. He walked alone, his back bent, staring at his boots, heavy with water and covered in mire. Around him, the wind whistled between the branches, long and slender as knives, bent the carpets of nettles, stripped the shrubs and pinched the reeds near the pools. He wandered about, shuffling, eyeing the green surroundings, frightened by the creaks and croaks like cries of agony under the canopies of the trees. Resentment swirled in the man's head, mixed with sadness. He remembered the insults that stung his heart. But he didn't want to think about it, only clenching his fists, remaining, facing the wind which swept his hair. (edited) The sun darted its dying rays, hitting tree tops, dazzling the man, while bursts of light swirled through the flaming clouds, which kindled, before Joseph's eyes, a terrible fire. Despite this blaze, the cold bit the skin of the man who decided to quicken his pace. He did not know his destination and headed stubbornly towards the gut of the forest. (edited) But Joseph stopped, for he heard some crackling among the trees, like steps on sticks in the hearth, which upset him, not knowing their origin, but he understood, by noticing the grey streaks which criss-crossed the dirt road, that the rain was falling and would probably beat the forest quickly. So he pulled his leather coat over his head, fearing the icy drops, and sped down a path that disappeared below, and from which nothing could be seen, at the bottom, but a deep stain of ink.

Le soleil peu à peu dissimulait ses flancs. Joseph suivait les chemins boueux et exiguës, qui serpentaient entre les larges frondaisons des chênes, battus par de bourrasques invisibles. Il marchait seul, le dos courbé, fixant ses bottes, lourdes d'eau et couvertes de fange. Autour de lui, le vent sifflait entre les branches, longues et effilées comme des couteaux, courbait les tapis d'orties, dévêtait les arbrisseaux et plier les roseaux près des mares. Il déambulait, traînant du pied, lorgnant les verts entourages, effrayé par les craquements et les croassements semblables à des cris d'agonie sous les voûtes des arbres. Dans la tête de l'homme bouillonnait de la rancœur, mêlée de tristesse. Il se souvenait des injures qui lui égratignaient le cœur. Mais il ne voulait pas y songer, fermant seulement ses poings, restant coi face au vent qui balayait ses cheveux. 	Le soleil dardait ses rayons moribonds, qui se cassaient sur les cimes en éblouissant l'homme, tandis que des éclats de lumière tourbillonnaient à travers les nuages enflammés, qui allumaient, sous les yeux de Joseph, un terrible incendie. Malgré ce flamboiement, le froid mordait la peau de l'homme qui se décida d'accélérer le pas. Il ignorait sa destination et se dirigeait, obstinément, vers le boyau de la forêt.

Mais Joseph s'arrêta, car il entendait quelques crépitements parmi les arbres, comme des fagots pétillants dans l'âtre, qui l'indisposaient, ignorant leur origine, mais il comprit, en remarquant les stries grises qui quadrillaient le chemin de terre, que la pluie tombait et allait probablement battre la forêt rapidement. Alors il rabattit son manteau en cuir sur sa tête, craignant les gouttes glacées, et fila dans un sentier qui se perdait en contrebas, et d'où on ne distinguait, au fond, qu'une profonde tâche d'encre.	L'homme eut fini sa descente lorsque la pluie soudainement augmenta. Les dernières lueurs dentelaient délicatement les crêtes des montagnes, qui encerclaient le vallon, noyé par les flots déchaînées. Joseph se réfugia sous un marronnier qui, tourmenté par les vents, saupoudrait de bronze les alentours. Peu à peu, le jeune homme fut paniqué, serrant sa veste contre son corps encore chaud, regardant défiler les feuilles et les branches vagabondes devant lui, dans une tumulte assourdissante, comme on contemple les paysages fuyants, devant les fenêtres d'un train. Il s'assoupissait et ses paupières, coiffées de sourcils broussailleux, tombaient. Mais l'homme les relevait par réflexe, guère serein, sous ce fulgurant déluge. Joseph, restait attentif, les sens aiguisés, et vit se dessiner parmi les enchevêtrements d'aubépines ruisselantes, une esquisse de muret en pierres dont le faîte manquait.

On a friday night in Amsterdam, Ava closes her store situated next to the canal in the middle of the city. She had just finished her work day, it was late in the night and only the full moon was illuminating the street. On her way home. Ava passed on this usual bridge and she paused in order to contemplate the view. The cold breeze was making the leaves on the ground tremble. All of a sudden, Ava was overcome by a strange and deep feeling which was like squeezing her heart. Disturbed by it, she looked down on the water to calm down. She did not hear him coming, she wasn’t paying attention and realized too late that he was behind her. His face appeared, reflecting on the surface of the water as she couldn’t move, totally stunned. He then approached next to her ear and he said: -Ava, isn’t it ? &nbsp; She could see his pale face, assorted with his odd coloured eyes, and a white beard even though he was looking pretty young, maybe in his 30’s. A long black coat was hiding his silhouette.

The man placed his hand on Ava’s shoulder and declared: “No need to answer me, I know perfectly who you are.” Ava shrieked at the top of her lungs, terrified by the situation, but her shout was silent, without any effect. Ava then tried to remove the hand of the man off her shoulder but his hand was cold, like dead, she lifted his hand but it was inhuman how strong this man was. Thus, she was convinced of something: he was everything but a human. She woke up in her bed, heavily breathing and sweating, shocked by the dream she had. However, she was still feeling the cold hand on her shoulder…. Ava turned her head and saw him, standing menacingly in front of her, he was here

In this rainy night, 24th November 1891, a man, who was living sadly alone, in an old mansion into a dense and very dark forest … Couldn’t fall asleep because of the sounds which were haunting the house. After a complicated night at the sunrise despite his tiredness he finally decided to go hunting in the forest. Due to the density of the forest, the light of the day hasn’t been seen. During his activity&nbsp;, he smelt foul odor and wanted to know where this smell was coming. Mason, the hunter, walked in circle for a long moment before finding a body, a dead body&nbsp;! The man panicked, and tried to bring the dead body in his house. He called his mother because he needed help to know what he could do. 	- Mum… (he said crying) Today when I discovered a corpse. I… I don’t know who it is. I don’t know why it is here&nbsp;? And what happened to him&nbsp;! - Calm down&nbsp;! (she said with a sweet voice) Call the police&nbsp;! - I can’t&nbsp;! I must hide the body because they will believe that I killed him. (he said in panic) the corpse is in my house and there was blood everywhere. - WHAT&nbsp;!? You’re crazy&nbsp;?! What can I do? Please come here. 	After 1 hour on the trip to join her son, Mason’s mother finally arrived. She rang the bell, but nobody responded. So after a while, when she was about to find shutter, Mason open the door with a face full of terror. -Mason, is everything alright&nbsp;? What happened&nbsp;? I need you to tell me everything (the mother tried to rassured her son) - I have a deep corpse in my house, how do you think I feel&nbsp;?! They are going to arrest me and accuse me for murder. How am I going to get out of this&nbsp;? Mom help me, please, I beg you. The next morning he was hunting when suddently noise occuredon the side of his house. He started running until he reached his house and saw his mother, pale and cold, lain on the floor of his kitchen, dead with a knife in her hand. -Mom&nbsp;?! No… it’s not possible… but who… who did this&nbsp;? (he started crying with his mother in his arms). I will find out the murderer. Suddently, he heard voices that come from upstairs. Sohe tried to open it but the door was locked. The darkness covered the light of the sun bit by bit and when it was totally obscure, a creepy creature appeared in his back and killed him.

When he was at the gate he thought of the bones once again and, turning around, tortured by mysteries, asked: "Wait, what even will you do with those" The man remained silent, raising his arm arbitrarily pointing to the forest. Joseph resigned himself, then took a few hesitant steps in front of him. A cold breath enveloped his neck and chilled his spine. The young man immediately turned around and surprised the stranger, in a rage, his eyes red with blood, the furrows of his face contorted, his mustache bristling, raising the shovel like a saber, glistening with grime, ready to crack some skulls. Joseph let out a high-pitched scream that tore through the silence of the night, like that of an owl nailed to a wall. He dodged the fatal blow and rushed, in a horrible dread, into the sooty abyss of the forest. Night had engulfed the woods with its dark jaws, and wisps of mist enveloped the surroundings. Only the flickering star of the lantern pierced the thick curtain of branches and leaves. In his flight, Joseph did not neglect the bumps and crevices that dotted the forest, fearing a fatal fall. He fled like a wild boar, spinning through the black trees, with branches shaken by the curls of the wind. He perceived nothing, not even feeling the surroundings, risking losing his balance. Suddenly, he distinguished a spark, like a drop of gold, and rushed at it. Joseph leapt onto a grassy plank of wood and entered what seemed to be, in this infinite darkness, a hut. In front of it stood a candle, its flickering glow. When he entered, the young man pushed the heavy oak door with his strained muscles, screaming on its hinges with terrifying rattles. He pinned her with a somersault of terror in the doorway, while tiny splinters clawed at him and lodged in his back like worms.

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This wonder plunged Joseph into a waking dream, who staggered dazed with fatigue on the low wall, facing this desolate and magnificent picture. Having come to his senses, the man dropped to the ground inside the building and began to walk, his eyes furtive, searching the dark corners. He discovered near an arch a wood depot, where a few logs were piled up awkwardly, covered with a sheet of zinc supported by frail pillars, where the residues of the storm were dripping. Joseph, impelled by an alien force that assailed him like an incurable disease, slipped down to the storeroom and examined the pile of wood. He found there a few rusty tools, shovels with rotten handles, beheaded hammers, copper chains, entwined in an inextricable knot, and greyish webs, studded with black spiders, spinning their webs in this pitchy darkness and whose hideousness made Joseph sick. However, an object caught his attention, embedded between two sticks, white as ivory. Man, curious, stretched out his leg and put his foot on the trinket, then suddenly made it roll like a barrel towards him. But when the object touched his foot, he felt his heart twist, crushed in the machine of the unknown. Joseph stumbled over a stone, recoiling in torpor, and fell heavily on the soaked pavement. He was now staring at the thing, suddenly nauseous as he clenched the ground, his hands soiled in mud. Its gaping black holes, its visible nicks, its alabaster whiteness. The man took a few steps back, his legs trembling, until he hit his back on the wall, unable to take his eyes off of that skull, whose crimson vestiges could still be made out. Joseph was haggard for a few seconds, then sat up quickly. He carefully grabbed a hornbeam branch that had fallen after the storm and shifted the bone to the left, not without reluctance. His eyes stumbled upon the pile of ash, where the skull was hidden, then noticed other bones, a humerus, a radius, two femurs, a shinbone.

A few yellow canvases suddenly slipped under the door. He was there. A tinkling followed by mechanical whispers was heard and the young man guessed that he had been locked up. "A day without tomorrow" whispered the old man. Following these words, he snuffed out the tealight and gradually walked away. “Come back! I beg you !" shouted the distraught man, his throat bleeding. He was like trapped in a cave, as cold as a sepulcher, the rough indentations of which revealed terrifying dead-ends. Joseph took out a lighter and lit a spark that barely painted flecks of light on the walls. He saw with horror piles of rotten, putrid bones lying on the rocky ground. So he knelt down; big tears swelled in his eyes and beaded on his sealed and quivering lips. And there was nothing left to hear but his long sobs, lost in this abyss of hell, echoing in what would soon be his coffin.

Nous remercions tout particulièrement: L’association Lecture Jeunesse ainsi que les intervenantes Lola Jouve et Camille Teisseire, Le conteur Charles Piquion, L’autrice Justine Jotham, Les enseignantes Mme GALIN, Mme Boucherit et Mme Tripet, Les élèves de 1G03, Le proviseur de l’établissement M. Rambeau de Baralon, La proviseure adjointe Mme Vanbergue Les lecteurs

She woke up in her bed, heavily breathing and shocked by the dream she just had. However, she still felt the cold hand on his shoulder, Ava turned his head and saw him, he was here.

                      For a few seconds the windows slamed the walls of the castle. The rain was now a storm, she had a bad omen due to the blood-red moon. Moreover, she heard the voice of this dead mother and followed the voice. She went outside in the lake the face of this mother appareared and screamed. She ran away and got back to the castle it was very dark and then she arrived fearfully in the vault. It was a long corridor and the torchs lit up the passage

The rock passage was cold and gave on the corpse of the grandmother. Mady herad some notes of the piano, it was her mother’s favorite song, suddenly there was nothing and again she heard a hum. She approched the corpse, then one of her children so, the big sister was there motionless, intriguyed, mysterious. Mady : « What are you doing here? » she was saying nothing. Mady and her got back to the upper part of the castle. The servant was there and served her a tea and she saw her mother with him, all the persons here were looking at Mady. She ran away to the her children room, there was nobody.

Mady: «&nbsp; Where are my children ?&nbsp;»

One night, a group of friends, Liam, Erin and Maddy went to visit an abandoned hospital for fun, but something happened … They were in front of the hospital with their headlamp and their courage, Erin gave the information about their escape. Then, the friends went into the building in separate ways. Liam went to the third floor, Erin on the second floor, and Maddy on the first floor. They were all scary during this dark night, the wind and the crow’s screams weren’t helping. In Maddy’s point of view, she was terrified by this gloomy and tensefull atmosphere. While she was walking she heard a weird noise, a knock, in the corridor, on the door behind her. She turned around and she kept walking backwards and then suddenly she couldn’t feel the floor under her feet, she fell through a hole and landed in a cave with a source of water. She approached the water and when she was close enough she felt something or someone pushing her in the water. She was trapped under the water by a pair of invisible hands, she lost all of her senses and she couldn’t move anymore. Then she passed out, at this moment she had bad visions. Maddy saw herself lain down on an operating table, being tortured. All of a sudden, the vision became blurry and she saw two shapes wearing a Hazmat suit. She couldn’t hear clearly what they were saying, she could only perceive a few words. In the middle of their discussion, she heard their names, Mr. Badley and Joffrey. The vision became blurry again and she had the first vision again. She woke up in a hurry. She was breathing heavily and spitting water.

During a day, a few years ago. Lord Madelin was having a walk in his city called faversham, it was a little city in the cast of London, and it was situated near a forest. It's was a vvery dark and scary village when the sun was noy in the sky. A day, he saw a beautiful woman, he fell in love when he saw her eyes. He takes his courage and he went to meet her. The feeling was so good between the Lord and the woman called in his house. She accepted the offer. Two days later, she came in the house at 7 p.m, Lord Madelin welcomed Lady Madeline. Bith were smiling. They sat around the table and ate they laughed, everything was going on well. After the dinner, he made Lady Madeline visit, she was amazed by the gthic architecture with the sculptures, the darkness, the gargoukes, the paintings on the wall, the big fireplace. He showed her all the rooms of the ground floor. This house countained three floors the first floor had one room, it was a big bedroom. The two other floors were becoming more and more dirty and darker.

 Lady Madeline began to become uneasy too. She wanted to leave but Lord Madelin didn't want, so she wass forced to stay. She was here for two weeks and the city began to worry about her disappearance. A lot of Research xas launched but they were arrested the mansion. She was running with all her strength to reach the city center to find help to escape and took refuge in a safe place. She took the first train to leave this city that she will never return to Lord Madelin followed Lady Madeline and also took the train. They went as far as last stop. She ran out of the train. Lord Madelin went out of the train, he observed, he searched for Lady Madeline but she was already out the station, she managed to save herself and started her life again from scratch.

Friday, 13th 1815,was the blood-red moon day. A scream was resonating in the entire country. In the rue Nevermore, we could barely see the castle of Heachfredus family hidden by the decayed trees. The Heachfredus family was composed of 4 people, the mother Mady and her 2 children and the servant. That night, Mady woke up with bad feelings like fear, terror due to the storm. In her back there was a claw. She wokeupp because she heard a piano sound. It was the piano in the lower part of the castle. There was the vault of the grand-mother who died in mysterious circumstances. After, Mady went out this room and walked in the castle with fear. In the dark corner of the corridor she heard a foot step and then she saw the servant. He was mysterious and tearful. He went back up the vault and passed by her like a ghost without saying a word.

Lady Madelyn suite

Lady Madelyn began to become uneasy too, she wanted to leave but Lord Madelin didn't want, so she was forced to stay. She was here for two weeks and the city began to be worry about her disappearance. A lot of research was launched but they were arrested when Lady Madelyn managed to escape from the mansion. She was running with all her strength to reach the city center to find help to escape and took refuge in a safe place. She took the first train to leave this city that she will never return. However Lord Madelin followed Lady Madelyn and also took the train. They went as for as the last stop. She ran out of the train, Lord Madelin too. He observed, he search for her but she was already out the station, she managed to save herself and started her life again from scratch.

Lady Madelyn commença elle aussi à se sentir mal à l'aise, elle voulait partir mais Lord Madelin ne voulait pas, elle fut donc forcée de rester. Elle resta là-bas pendant deux semaines et la ville commença à s'inquiéter de sa disparition. De nombreuses recherches furent lancées, mais elles furent arrêtées lorsque Lady Madelyn réussit à s'échapper du manoir. Elle courut de toutes ses forces pour rejoindre le centre ville afin de trouver de l'aide pour s'enfuir et se réfugia dans un endroit sûr. Elle prit le premier train pour quitter cette ville où elle ne reviendra jamais. Cependant, Lord Madelin suivit Lady Madelyn et prit également le train. Ils allèrent jusqu'au dernier arrêt. Elle est sortie du train en courant, Lord Madelin aussi. Il l'observe, il la cherche mais elle est déjà sortie de la gare, elle réussit à se sauver et à recommencer sa vie à zéro.

On a Friday night in Amsterdam, Ava closes her store situated next to a canal in the middle of the city. She just finished her work day, it was late in the night and only the full moon was illuminating the street. On her way to home, Ava passes on this usual bridge and she pauses in order to contemplate the view. The cold breeze was making the leaves on the ground tremble. All of a sudden, Ava got taken by a strange and deep feeling which was like squeezing her heart. Disturbed by it, she looked down on the water to calm herself. She did not hear him coming, she wasn’t paying attention and realized too late that he was behind her. His face appeared reflecting on the surface of the water as she couldn’t move, totally stunned. He then approached next to her ear and he said: Ava isn’t it ? She could see his pale face assorted with his odd-coloured eyes, and a white beard even though he was looking pretty young, maybe in his 30s. A long black coat was hiding his outline. The man placed his hand on the shoulder of Ava and declared: No need to answer me, I know perfectly who you are. Ava shrieked at the top of her lungs terrified by the situation, but her shout was silent, without effect. Ava then tried to remove the hand of the man off her shoulder but his hand was cold, like dead, she lifted his hand but the man was inhumanly strong. She was convinced of something, he was all but human.

At once, the young started panicking, clutching his jacket to his still warm body, watching the wandering leaves and branches pass by in front of him, in a deafening tumult, as one contemplates the fleeting landscapes, in front of the windows of a train. He dozed off and his eyelids, topped with bushy eyebrows, drooped. But the man held them open by reflex, hardly serene, under this dazzling deluge. Joseph remained attentive, his senses sharpened, and saw taking shape among the inextricable tangle of dripping hawthorns, a sketch of a low stone wall whose top was missing. Desperate, the man was initially reluctant to go there, but after some hesitation, rushed forward like a hare, in long strides, fearing the bites. When he was in front of the low wall, the maddened torrents ceased their din and the rain slowly faded. His left and right were obstructed by monstrous brambles and mounds of rubble. Constrained, but moved by a singular curiosity which astonished him, he lodged his feet in the more or less deep crevices of the low wall, and gripped the tufts of grass soaked but soft as velvet, which stood at the summit. When Joseph stood on the grass, he looked around. The man saw, rising in the sky, half of a belfry in green bricks from which one discerned, in spite of the wear, the formerly chalky whiteness of the stones. Large cracks riddled the tower, disfiguring it, and the spire overhung the gorge of the forest where a few black clouds sometimes burst through it. Below, a few rocks piled up in the corners of the yard, shattered by radiant plantains and dandelions; the walls, pierced with embrasures which formerly served to accommodate the stained-glass windows, covered large cloaks of ivy; the arches bent like dancers, cutting through the leafy blackness darkened by the curtains of the night, while the moon stretched out its long silver cape over the dented cobblestones.

There was a panic among the girls. So, she turned off the lights and hid with the little girl under the kitchen table. They waited a moment before the babysitter went to look out the window if the car was still there, it wasn't. They became calm again and decided to take a look in other rooms but, when she opened the kitchen's door, a man arose. A huge fear invaded the young woman so much that she couldn't scream. He was tall, very tall, he was hearing a black suit and a big pair of brown damaged boots. His face was covered by many scars, one on his mouth, he was smiling and his head was bent, his gaze was fixed on me. Then, the babysitter, afraid, closed brutally the door, and blocked it with chairs, table and all furniture of the room. But the man got doser to the" door and whispered "sweet dreams" and then he left the house. 

La panique s'empara des filles. Elle éteignit les lumières et se cacha avec la petite fille sous la table de la cuisine. Elles attendirent un moment avant que la baby-sitter n'aille regarder par la fenêtre si la voiture était toujours là, ce qui n'était pas le cas. Elles redevinrent calmes et décidèrent de jeter un coup d'œil dans d'autres pièces, mais lorsqu'elle ouvrit la porte de la cuisine, un homme se leva. Une peur immense envahit la jeune femme, à tel point qu'elle n'arriva pas à crier. Il était grand, très grand, il portait un costume noir et une grande paire de bottes marron abîmées. Son visage était couvert de nombreuses cicatrices, dont une sur la bouche, il souriait et sa tête était penchée, son regard était fixé sur moi. Alors, la baby-sitter, effrayée, ferma brutalement la porte, et la bloqua avec les chaises, la table et tous les meubles de la pièce. Mais l'homme s'approcha de la porte et a murmura "fais de beaux rêves", puis il quitta la maison. Dictionnaire

There were baroque ornaments everywhere and on the stairs. Then,the guests started to arrive. Their first impression was similar , they felt something bad. During the party, they discovered that the food was moldy and same worms were in it.They all becoming to get ill. Madelaine was worried for her friend , Alayana who wanted to the bathroom because she felt sick ,and she didn’t come back , but she would come soon.The guests were complaining about the temperature of the room , indeed itw as getting colder and colder. There were even vident gusts of wind , which lifted the thick curtains of the place and spilled the dishes from the tables&nbsp;.&nbsp;The background music which was elegant and calm changed abruptly and became sinister and sad,without anyone changing manually.&nbsp;Everybody was agitated by these events , so in order to relax the atmosphere , Adam decided to open the ball.&nbsp;Everyone watched with admiration the bride and the groom waltzing in the middle of the room. Madelaine was tenderly looking at her husband,forgetting everyone around them.&nbsp;&nbsp;Suddently,the lights and the music went out leaving a deafening silence, broken by a shrill shriek.&nbsp;Madelaine immediatly reconized the voice of her friend Alayana , and had an anxiety attack.&nbsp;Consequently, the bride and everyone else started to search for Alayana, all around the castle.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

The man, curious, stretched out his leg and put his foot on the trinket, then suddenly made it roll like a barrel towards him. But when the object touched his foot, he felt his heart twist, crushed in the machine of the unknown. Joseph stumbled over a stone, recoiling in torpor, and fell heavily on the soaked pavement. He was now staring at the thing, suddenly nauseous as he clenched the ground, his hands soiled in mud. Its gaping black holes, its visible nicks, its alabaster whiteness. The man took a few steps back, his legs trembling, until he hit his back on the wall, unable to take his eyes off of that skull, whose crimson vestiges could still be made out. Joseph was haggard for a few seconds, then sat up quickly. He carefully grabbed a hornbeam branch that had fallen after the storm and shifted the bone to the left, not without reluctance. His eyes stumbled upon the pile of ash, where the skull was hidden, then noticed other bones, a humerus, a radius, two femurs, a tibia. Gag tormented him and he ran, despite his terrible slump, to the opposite side of the depot, when he heard heavy footsteps in the mud. Terrified, he threw himself behind a pile of fresh bricks, and slowe his labored breathing. The walk continued, the noise got closer and stopped abruptly. " Aye, Who's that, huh?" yelled a gravelly voice, clogged with phlegm. Joseph shuddered, but with a courage mingled with spite, stood up in front of the old man. He was a plump, robust old man, with a face furrowed with wrinkles from which a scarlet nose protruded, wedged between fatty cheeks. His ash hair did not flinch in the face of the wind and his eyes, pierced with blue pupils, were surmounted by wide bands of bistre. He wore soiled gaiters, trousers that unrolled and ended in muddy hems, leather shoes and a thick olive jacket, the torn pockets of which made Joseph feel horribly worried. He had in his scaled hand a shovel, black with earth, while the other held a lantern, the shimmering blueness of which bathed the young man in a flood of sparks. He stood in front of Joseph, half-bent, his silhouette outlined by the spectral gleams. The old man sighed, tugging mechanically at his rosewood mustache, and mumbled lowly, 	"Bloody hell, ya' found 'em too eh ?. I just about' found em yesterday when I brought em wood back. Besides, ye have nothin' t'do here." Joseph calmed down, but felt guilty. He questioned the old man briefly: "Are you the guardian of this place? Do you know where these bones come from? -That's a big load o'questions there my good gentleman" he said in a rude tone, "Yessir, 'am the guardian and i dont like you hanging out 'round here. Now get outta here." Joseph didn't retaliate, ashamed, and headed with relief towards the rusty gate at the other end of the ruin, accompanied by the old man who was following him very closely. When he was at the gate he thought of the bones once again and, turning around, tortured by mysteries, asked: "Wait, what even will you do with those" The man remained silent, raising his arm arbitrarily pointing to the forest. Joseph resigned himself, then took a few hesitant steps in front of him. A cold breath enveloped his neck and chilled his spine. The young man immediately turned around and surprised the stranger, in a rage, his eyes red with blood, the furrows of his face contorted, his mustache bristling, raising the shovel like a saber, glistening with grime, ready to crack some skulls. Joseph let out a high-pitched scream that tore through the silence of the night, like that of an owl nailed to a wall. He dodged the fatal blow and rushed, in a horrible dread, into the sooty abyss of the forest. Night had engulfed the woods with its dark jaws, and wisps of mist enveloped the surroundings. Only the flickering star of the lantern pierced the thick curtain of branches and leaves. In his flight, Joseph did not neglect the bumps and crevices that dotted the forest, fearing a fatal fall. He fled like a wild boar, spinning through the black trees, with branches shaken by the curls of the wind. He perceived nothing, not even feeling the surroundings, risking losing his balance. Suddenly, he distinguished a spark, like a drop of gold, and rushed at it. Joseph leapt onto a grassy plank of wood and entered what seemed to be, in this infinite darkness, a hut. In front of it stood a candle, its flickering glow. When he entered, the young man pushed the heavy oak door with his strained muscles, screaming on its hinges with terrifying rattles. He pinned her with a somersault of terror in the doorway, while tiny splinters clawed at him and lodged in his back like worms. A few yellow canvases suddenly slipped under the door. He was there. A tinkling followed by mechanical whispers was heard and the young man guessed that he had been locked up.

La colère de Riyah

Il était une fois, dans une forêt sombre et lugubre, il y avait un château perdu appartenant à Riyah Williams une personne très belle et confiante qui pourrait se regarder des heures dans le miroir. Mais, un jour un évènement tragique est arrivé à son magnifique visage. Elle se trouvait dans la maison de son amant lorsqu'un incendie a brûlé son visage et pris la vie de la seule personne qui comptait vraiment pour elle. Deux jours avant leurs mariages. Après cela ,elle ne voulait plus sortir et est restée dans son château pendant des semaines. Un jour, la douleur est devenue trop dure à supporter donc elle décida de rejoindre son amant décédé. Les seuls souvenirs qu'elle a laissés dans le château : quelques produits de beauté, un miroir brisé et la lettre qu'elle a écrite avant de se suicider. Quelques décennies plus tard, Malicia est arrivée au château et s'y est installée. Les premières semaines après son emménagement, tout était normal, jusqu'à ce que Malicia découvre une vieille malle dans le grenier. Elle l'a ouvert et a trouvé les affaires de Riyah, elle a senti une atmosphère étrange tout autour du château. Lorsqu'elle a ouvert la malle, elle a entendu des voix qui disaient "Riyah". À ce moment-là, elle est devenue stressée, anxieuse et effrayée, alors elle a rapidement refermé la malle et a quitté le grenier. Les semaines suivantes, elle a continué à entendre des voix et des bruits qui ne lui permettaient pas de dormir, certains objets bougèrent seuls, elle entendit quelques grattements sous le lit. Alors qu'elle se promenait dans le château, les fenêtres, les portes se sont violemment ouvertes et les meubles se sont dirigés vers elle. Une nuit, alors que les grattements et les bruits étaient les plus forts, elle a décidé de vérifier à nouveau la malle... Lorsqu'elle a ouvert le coffret, Riyah était sortie et continuait à poursuivre Malicia tout au travers du château. Malicia a tout tenté pour échapper à Riyah, mais en vain. Riyah a pris Malicia et a pris sa place dans le monde réel en la mettant à sa place, dans le miroir ! La légende dit que Malicia est toujours dans le miroir, mais c'était jusqu'à l'arrivée de George...

Titre de la chanson: Hold On /Auteur: Myuu/ Source: https://www.thedarkpiano.com/

During a day, a few years ago. Lord Madelin was having a walk in his city called Faversham, it was a little city in the east of London, and not far from dover. This city had a lot of mansions and it was dark situated near a forest. It was a very dark and scary village when the sun was not in the sky. One day, he saw a beautiful woman, he fall in love when he saw her eyes. He took his courage and he went to meet her. The feeling was so good between the Lord and the woman called Lady Madelyn. The Lord invited her for a dinner in his house. She accepted the offer. Two days late, she came in the house at 7 p.m, Lord Madeline welcomed Lady Madelyn, both were smiling. They sat around the table and ate, they laughed, everything was going well. After the dinner, he made Lady Madelyn visit, she was amazedly the gothic architecture with the sculptures, the darkness, the gargoyles, the paintings on the wall. The big fireplace. He showed her all the rooms of the ground floor. This house contained three floors, the first floor had 1 room it was a big bedroom. 

The 2 others floors were becoming more and more dirty and darker. Lady Madelyn began to become uneasy too she wanted to leave but Lord Madelin didn't want, so she was forced to stay. She was here for two weeks and the city began to be worry about her disappearance. A lot of research was launched but they were arrested until the day Lady Madelyn managed to escape from the mansion. She was running with all her strength to reach the city center to find help to escape and took refuge in a safe place. She took the first train to leave this city that she will never return and Lord Madelin followed Lady Madelyn and also took the train. They went as for as the last stop. She ran out of the trai, Lord Madelin went out of the train, he observed, he search for Lady Madelyn but she was already out the station, she managed to save herself and started her life again from scratch. 

Making off ... Les coulisses du projet

Once upon a time,in a dark and gloomy forest, there was a lost castle that belonged to Riyah Williams a pretty and confident person that could look at herself for hours in the mirror. But one day,a tragic event happened to her pretty face. She was at her lover's house when a fire took place and burned her face and took the life of the only person that really mattered to her. Two days before their wedding after this, she didn't want to go out so she stayed in her castle for weeks. One day, meet pain was too hard to handle so she decided to join her death lover back. The only memories that she left in the castle: some cosmetics,a broken mirror and the letter that she wrote before killing herself. Some decades later, Malicia brought to the castle and moved in. The first weeks after she moved in everything was normal. Until Malicia discovered an old trunk in the attic. She opened it and found Riyah's stuff, she felt a strange atmosphere all around the castle. When she opened the trunk she heard voices which said "Riyah" at this moment she became stressed, anxious and scared,so rapidly she closed the trunk and left the attic. The next weeks, she continued hearing voices and noises which prevented her from sleeping,some objects moved alone, she heard some scratching under the bed. While she was walking in the castle, violently the windows, the doors opened and the furniture moved back to her. So one night, when the scratching and noises were the strongest, she decided to check the trunk again...

And then, Madelaine saw the corpse of her dear friend, Alayana, lyed on the floor , face down on the ground, her arms stretched out and her beautiful blond shining hair through the dark. There wasn’t any blood.&nbsp;Madelaine was staring at her. It shocked her greatly . She knew something bad was going to happen ,but she wasn’t expecting something so awful. Madelaine was cheerful. Indeed, she waited for this moment for months&nbsp;: her wedding, the most beautiful day of her life . She was in the car , holding the hand of her new husband , Adam . They were driving through the Ashford countryside, under a rainy weather . After a long moment alone on the road , they finally saw the huge black gate of the domain rent for the reception .They drave through a long and sinuous path as for as the castle . The old manar was heavy and creepy .The stones of the walls weathered ans cracked. Iry was invading these walls. The mansion was dived into the fog , and the sky was becoming darker and darker. A storm was surely about to happen. They entered inside the manor, a cold gust of wind blow through them. The reception room was spacious, the wooden floor cracked under their feet. A crimson tapestry was covering the walls. A massive chandelier adorned with candles dominated the room. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

The cursed Wedding of Ashford

 When she opened the trunk Riyah was out and continued chasing Malicia all around the castle.Malicia was trying everything to escape from Riyah, but it was in vain. Riyah took Malicia and took her place in the real world by putting her at her place, in the mirror!The legend says that Malicia is still in the mirror but it was until George arrived...

The cursed Wedding of Ashford

And then , Madelaine saw the corpse of her dear friend , Alayana , lyed on the floor , face down on the ground , her arms stretched out and her beautiful blond shining hair through the dark . There wasn’t any blood.&nbsp;Madelaine was staring at her . It shocked her greatly . She knew something bad was going to happen ,but she wasn’t expecting something so awful . &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Madelaine was cheerful. Indeed , she waited for this moment for months&nbsp;: her wedding, the most beautiful day of her life . She was in the car, holding the hand of her new husband , Adam. They were driving through the Ashford countryside, under a rainy weather . After a long moment alone on the road, they finally saw the huge black gate of the domain rent for the reception. They drave through a long and sinuous path as for as the castle. The old manar was heavy and creepy .The stones of the walls weathered ans cracked.

 Iry was invading these walls .The mansion was dived into the fog , and the sky was becoming darker and darker .A storm was surely about to happen. They entered inside the manor,a cold gust of wind blow through them.The reception room was spacious, the wooden floor cracked under their feet. A crimson tapestry was covering the walls. A massive chandelier adorned with candles dominated the room. There were baroque ornaments everywhere and on the stairs. Then,the guests started to arrive. Their first impression was similar, they felt something bad. During the party, they discovered that the food was moldy and same worms were in it. They all becoming to get ill. Madelaine was worried for her friend , Alayana who wanted to the bathroom because she felt sick ,and she didn’t come back , but she would come soon.&nbsp;&nbsp;The guests were complaining about the temperature of the room , indeed itw as getting colder and colder. There were even vident gusts of wind, which lifted the thick curtains of the place and spilled the dishes from the tables.&nbsp;The background music which was elegant and calm changed abruptly and became sinister and sad, without anyone changing manually.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

For a few seconds the windows slamed the walls of the castle. The rain was now a storm, she had a bad omen due to the blood-red moon. Moreover, she heard the voice of this dead mother and followed the voice.She went outside in the lake the face of this mother appareared and screamed. She ran away and got back to the castle it was very dark and then she arrived fearfully in the vault. It was a long corridor and the torchs lit up the passage. The rock passage was cold and gave on the corpse of the grandmother. Mady herad some notes of the piano, it was her mother’s favorite song, suddenly there was nothing and again she heard a hum. She approched the corpse, then one of her children so, the big sister was there motionless, intriguyed, mysterious. Mady : «&nbsp;What are you doing here?&nbsp;» she was saying nothing. Mady and her got back to the upper part of the castle. The servant was there and served her a tea and she saw her mother with him, all the persons here were looking at Mady. She ran away to the her children room, there was nobody. Mady: « Where are my children ?&nbsp;»

In this rainy night, 24th November 1891, a man, who was living sadly alone, in an old mansion into a dense and very dark forest … Couldn’t fall asleep because of the sounds which were haunting the house. After a complicated night at the sunrise despite his tiredness he finally decided to go hunting in the forest. Due to the density of the forest, the light of the day hasn’t been seen. During his activity&nbsp;, he smelt foul odor and wanted to know where this smell was coming. Mason, the hunter, walked in circle for a long moment before finding a body, a dead body&nbsp;! The man paniced, and tryed to bring the deas body in his house. He called his mother because he needed help to know what he could do. - Mum… (he said crying) Today when I discovered a corpse. I… I don’t know who it is. I don’t know why it is here&nbsp;? And what happened to him&nbsp;! - Calm down&nbsp;! (she said with a sweet voice) Call the police&nbsp;! - I can’t&nbsp;! I must hide the body because they will believe that I killed him. (he said in panic) the corpse is in my house and there was blood evreywhere. - WHAT&nbsp;!? You’re crazy&nbsp;?! What can I do

"Madelaine went to the bathroom because she known that Alayana was sick. However, she wasn’t here. She ran though the corridors when she saw an old book on the floor next to a mirror, in the edge of the hallway. She took it, and started leafing through the book: It was about the history of the mansion. She stopped herself in front of the pictures of the members of the original family of the manor. Then, she saw a woman, surely blond (the pictures were in black and white). She looked strangely like Alayana. Under the photo, was annotated&nbsp;: «Lady Marie Henvenson ,1856-1878, tragically dead during her wedding day&nbsp;» . There was also a picture of her , in a beautiful wedding dress, on the balcony. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She looked in the mirror, and she saw a misty female figure, under the full moon, entering a room, where there was a balcony .&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She dropped the book from her hands , and followed fastly the shadow , to the chamber. The window was wide open so she approached the balcony and leant ever it."&nbsp;

"Madelaine est allée aux toilettes car elle savait qu'Alayana était malade, mais elle n'était pas là. Elle couru dans les couloirs après avoir vu un vieux livre sur le sol à côté d'un miroir, dans l'angle du couloir.                                                                                                                                                                                                   Elle le prit et commença à le feuilleter: Il racontait l'histoire du manoir. Elle s'arrêta devant les photos des membres de la famille d'origine du manoir. Elle vit alors une femme, sûrement blonde (les photos étaient en noir et blanc). Elle ressemblait étrangement à Alayana. Sous la photo, était annoté : "Lady Marie Henvenson , 1856-1878 , tragiquement morte le jour de son mariage" . Il y avait aussi une photo d'elle, dans une belle robe de mariée, sur le balcon.                                                             	Elle regarda dans le miroir et vit une silhouette féminine vaporeuse, sous la pleine lune, entrant dans une pièce où il y avait un balcon.                                                                                                                                                                   Elle laissa tomber le livre de ses mains et suivit soudainement l'ombre jusqu'à la chambre. La fenêtre étant grande ouverte, elle s'approcha du balcon et se pencha par-dessus."

Une nuit, un groupe d'amis, Liam, Erin et Maddy sont allés visiter un hôpital abandonné pour s'amuser, mais quelque chose s'est produit ... Ils étaient devant l'hôpital avec leur lampe frontale et leur courage, Erin a donné l'information sur leur évasion. Ensuite, les amis sont entrés dans le bâtiment chacun de leur côté. Liam est allé au troisième étage, Erin au deuxième étage et Maddy au premier étage. Ils étaient tous effrayés par cette nuit obscure, le vent et les cris des corbeaux n'aidant pas. Du point de vue de Maddy, elle était terrifiée par cette atmosphère morose et tendue. Pendant qu'elle marchait, elle entendit un bruit étrange, un coup, dans le couloir, sur la porte derrière elle. Elle s'est retournée et a continué à marcher à reculons et soudain, elle n'a plus senti le sol sous ses pieds, elle est tombée dans un trou et a atterri dans une grotte avec une source d'eau. Elle s'est approchée de l'eau et lorsqu'elle a été suffisamment proche, elle a senti quelque chose ou quelqu'un la pousser dans l'eau. Elle a été piégée sous l'eau par une paire de mains invisibles, elle a perdu tous ses sens et ne pouvait plus bouger. Puis elle s'est évanouie, et c'est à ce moment-là qu'elle a eu de terribles visions. Maddy s'est vue allongée sur une table d'opération, en train d'être torturée. Tout à coup, la vision devenait floue et elle aperçut deux formes vêtues d'une combinaison Hazmat. Elle n'entendait pas clairement ce qu'ils disaient, elle ne percevait que quelques mots. Au milieu de leur discussion, elle entendit leurs noms, M. Badley et Joffrey. La vision est redevenue floue et elle a eu à nouveau la première vision. Elle s'est réveillée précipitamment. Elle respirait fort et crachait de l'eau. Elle regarda sa montre, il était temps de rejoindre ses amis, alors elle se mit à courir. En chemin, elle est tombée par terre à cause du choc et de son corps trempé. Arrivée au point de rencontre, elle vit ses amis qui l'attendaient. Elle tremblait à cause du froid.Elle essayait de raconter à ses amis ce qui lui était arrivé, en bégayant. Mais quand elle a levé les yeux vers ses amis, elle a vu qu'ils ne la croyaient pas. Elle essayait tant bien que mal de les faire changer d'avis, mais ils ne voulaient pas changer de point de vue parce qu'ils ne la voyaient pas mouillée. Sur le chemin du retour, elle a vu deux formes fantomatiques et il s'agissait en fait de M. Badley et de Joffrey. Elle a crié sur Liam pour qu'il arrête la voiture et quand il s'est arrêté, les deux formes se sont volatilisées. Liam et Erin étaient confus parce qu'il n'y avait rien devant la voiture. Maddy leur a dit qu'il n'y avait rien, alors ils ont redémarré la voiture et sont allés à l'appartement. Ils se sont endormis immédiatement. Quand Erin et Liam se sont réveillés, ils ont vu une scène d'horreur. Il y avait du sang partout. Maddy était morte. Elle a été démembrée pendant qu'ils dormaient. Puis ils se sont retournés et ont vu une inscription sur le mur, avec son sang.

"VOUS AURIEZ DÛ LA CROIRE ... "

Titre de la chanson: Come Out And Play/ Auteur: Darren Curtis/ Source: https://darrencurtis.bandcamp.com/

He was here &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "On a Friday night in Amsterdam, Ava closes her store situated next to a canal in the middle of the city. She just finished her work day, it was late in the night and only the full moon was illuminating the street. On her way to home, Ava passes on this usual bridge and she pauses in order to contemplate the view. The cold breeze was making the leaves on the ground tremble. All of a sudden, Ava got taken by a strange and deep feeling which was like squeezing her heart. Disturbed by it, she looked down on the water to calm herself. She did not hear him coming, she wasn’t paying attention and realized too late that he was behind her. His face appeared reflecting on the surface of the water as she couldn’t move, totally stunned. He then approached next to her ear and he said: Ava isn’t it ?"

"Un vendredi soir à Amsterdam, Ava ferme son magasin situé au bord d'un canal au milieu de la ville. Elle vient de terminer sa journée de travail, il est tard dans la nuit et seule la pleine lune éclaire la rue. En rentrant chez elle, Ava passe sur ce pont comme habituellement et s'arrête pour contempler la vue. La brise froide fait trembler les feuilles au sol. Tout à coup, Ava est prise d'un sentiment étrange et profond qui lui serre le cœur. Troublée, elle regarde l'eau pour se calmer. Elle ne l'entend pas arriver, elle ne fait pas attention et se rend compte trop tard qu'il était derrière elle. Le visage de l'homme se reflète sur la surface de l'eau alors qu'elle ne peut plus bouger, totalement abasourdie. Il s'est alors approché de son oreille et dit : Ava, n'est-ce pas ?"

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