Un curso más por estas fechas el C.E.I.P.S.O. El Encinar se llena de misterio, creatividad y emoción cuando llega Halloween. Entre risas nerviosas y luces tenues, los estudiantes participan en el ya tradicional Concurso de Relatos de Terror, una oportunidad para dejar volar la imaginación y compartir historias que ponen la piel de gallina.
En este concurso, promovido por el departamento de Inglés, participan los alumnos de los cursos de 3o y 4o de Educación Secundaria. Los relatos deben estar escritos íntegramente en legua inglesa y contener alguna ilustración original.
Este año, el nivel ha sido excepcional: desde susurros en los pasillos hasta leyendas modernas que reflejan los miedos de nuestra época. Se han presentado un total de ciento dos relatos. La labor del jurado ha sido muy compleja debido a la calidad y a la creatividad demostrada en cada obra. Evidentemente tenemos bastantes alumnos con un futuro muy prometedor como escritores de novelas de terror.
Finalmente hubo cuatro relatos seleccionados cuyos autores recibieron como premio un kit de material escolar.
A continuación, presentamos el relato ganador de nuestro concurso, una obra que combina ingenio, suspense y una buena dosis de escalofrío, se titula: A Halloween Tale
Esperamos que lo disfrutéis y os aterre a partes iguales.
Happy Halloween!
A Halloween Tale
Maybe it was the pounding hangover, or the loud sound of the violent wind —or someone hitting the glass windows— that woke Damon up. He groaned and cursed under his breath as he slowly stood up from the dusty floor. Bit by bit, he remembered fragments of the night before: Terry dragging him into some crazy party in an abandoned house; the loud music, the disturbing and sinister creaking of the floorboards, and the gloomy but soothing whispers in his ears. A shiver ran through his body just at the thought of it. Damon shook his head, settling his mind on finding Terry, rushing out of that supposedly haunted house.
“Terry… Terry, where are you?” Damon called out as he walked toward the building. He stepped into the bathroom, eyes widening with surprise when he saw the eerie shadow behind the shower curtain.
“What—?” Damon rushed to see inside the bathtub, finding Terry’s body in a state that could’ve been pulled out of one of those macabre Halloween movies.
Rats were all over the boy’s lifeless body, munching and squeaking in a twisted tone, hovering and covering the obvious injuries it had suffered. Damon stepped back, heart pounding, throat racing, when suddenly Terry’s body stood up from the horrific white tile. Terry’s skin was a ghostly shade of pale, his ripped clothes torn by the rats. His hands still looked rotten, as if he were already in a decomposing state.
Damon started running, screaming, and breathing heavily as he rushed out of that desolated place. But suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist. He turned around and lastly saw Terry opening his mouth before he was eaten alive.
Noah Scimemi
3º B Section - CEIPSO El Encinar
Reportaje publicado en el nº 410 de Torrelodones Revista Municipal. Puede descargar el archivo pdf de la revista aquí