Esta historia es buenisima. Lo malo es que esta en ingles.
Bueno,que teneis que verla.
Horror House, by jorge kerstjens
In the 1950’s, a boy called Hector Teblon lived in a poor village with his family. His dad was called Daniel Teblon and his mother Gabriela Hondor.
When he was ten years old, a wonderful thing (for him and his family) happened.
“But that means that we have to move,” said Hector.
“Yes my darling, we have to.”
They packed everything and in two days they had sold their house and went to the new house.
The house had been build behind a cementery and this made it very, very scary; but anyway the new house was better than the old one.
After ten years Hector´s parents died, so he lived alone in the old and scary house.
One day, he had a very, very bad nightmare.
He dreamed about his parents. They were fighting about money the day of his birthday. But when he looked better, he saw that they weren’t his parents, they were ZOMBIES!
He went running out of the house and discovered that all the town had became zombies! His only way to escape was through the cementery. He didn’t want to do it but it was better than becoming a zombie.
He closed his eyes and started running. At a large distance he saw a safe house. He went running to reach it. All of a sudden, he woke up. It had all been a dream. But it felt so real. All of his body was hurting. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. He went downstairs and…
AAAAH!
21 de mayo de 2010
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hola parece ser que este es tu primer comentario. muy chulo el blog
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Hola Jorge, estaba surfeando y me tope con tu pagina. Por aqui todo bien. A ver si te viene una semanita a Holanda tio!
ResponderEliminarHe leido este cuento del cementerio. Por que no te inventas la segunda parte tio...? chao y hasta el verano.!
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