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cuento o historia de terror de fantasmas y espíritus en busca de venganza en un escenario espelusnante que de escalofrios leer la histiria
Ella
female. She is a brave and curious teenager who ventures into the haunted house on Elm Street. She is fearless,superstitious,and determined. Ella believes in the supernatural and loves scary stories. She faces her fears when exploring the haunted house and encounters various terrifying scenarios,including ghosts,spirits,and apparitions. Despite the frightening experiences,she remains curious and eager to uncover the truth behind the legends.
Gina
female. She is another close friend of Ella who shares Ella's interest in the supernatural. She is adventurous,bold,and daring. Gina often challenges Ella's theories about ghosts and spirits but enjoys joining her friends for thrilling adventures. During their exploration of the haunted house,Gina experiences fear but remains determined to uncover evidence of the supernatural. Her presence adds depth and excitement to their daring escapades.
Matty
male. He is Ella's best friend who accompanies her on the adventure to explore the haunted house. He is brave,skeptical,and protective. Matty supports Ella's fascination with the supernatural and joins her on every spooky expedition. While he often doubts the existence of ghosts,he is drawn into the thrill of discovery when they investigate the haunted house together. His presence provides Ella with courage and companionship in facing their fears.
I was never one to believe in ghosts.
I mean, I think it would be awesome if they existed, but I always thought they were just that: awesome.
Not real.
That was before I spent the night in the haunted house on Elm Street.
"Come on," my best friend Matty said.
"You’re not seriously afraid of some legend, are you?"
I swallowed hard and tried to push the fear down.
It wasn’t just a legend.
It was a warning.
This house was said to be cursed, and people whispered about the ghost that haunted it.
Some said he was a murderer.
Others said he was wrongly accused and executed, and now his spirit roamed the earth seeking vengeance.
A witch had cursed him, and her magic still lingered in the house.
If you spent the night there, you wouldn’t make it until morning.
I shivered despite the warmth of the evening.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Matty’s eyebrows were raised, and his arms were crossed over his chest.
"I’m positive."
I looked at Gina, another one of my close friends.
She was also hesitant, but she loved scary stories as much as I did.
"Let’s do this," I said, leading the way toward the front door.
The flashlight beam danced across weathered wood and broken windows.
The porch creaked beneath our feet as we approached, each step making my heart race faster.
Matty reached for the rusted doorknob, but it turned on its own before he could touch it.
A gust of cold air hit us, carrying the musty scent of decay.
Behind me, Gina’s grip tightened painfully on my hand.
The door swung open fully, revealing a dark hallway lined with dusty portraits.
Their eyes seemed to follow us as we stood frozen in the doorway.
"Did you see that?" Gina whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
"Yeah, but it’s just the wind," Matty replied, though his voice wavered slightly.
"No," I said firmly, stepping inside, "I think he knows we’re here."
I grip my flashlight tighter as we step into the hallway.
Our footsteps stir up clouds of dust, and the beam from my flashlight catches cobwebs stretching between ornate picture frames.
The subjects' eyes seem to follow us as we move.
A floorboard creaks behind me, and I spin around to find Matty closer than I expected.
His face is pale, and his eyes are wide with fear.
Gina’s breathing grows heavy, and she points a shaky finger down the hall.
At the end, there’s a portrait that seems different from the others.
The subject is a man in dated clothes with a stern expression on his face.
It looks like he’s frowning directly at us.
The air suddenly feels colder, and my flashlight begins to dim.
