Once upon a time there was a girl called Sally. She was from a little town from Ireland; she lived in a white house near the town hall and the school.
One foggy night of October she was surfing the internet when suddenly the phone rang… Ring, ring, ring, ring!
—Hello Sally, I’m your grandmother, please come to my house now. I need you because the television isn´t working.
—Ok, in ten minutes I will be there, don´t worry.
Sally put on her new red boots and her coat. She started walking to her grandmother´s house.
She thought that walking through the forest was a fast way to get to her grandmother´s house, so she went into the North Black Forest.
Sally didn´t see anything because it was a black foggy night, so she turned on her lantern and saw a boy full of blood; he looked like a terrible monster. Sally was very scared so she started running as fast as she could.
The next day Sally didn’t appear so, a boy of the town went to the North Black Forest to look for her. He started shouting: Sally, Sally, Sally...! when a boy with his head full of blood appeared in front of him.
Since that day no one has walked into the North Black Forest on a 13th Friday night.
And the legend says that if somebody searches for Sally in the North Black Forest, they will never come back.
Andrea Cid Lombarte
Institut Cristòfol Despuig, Tortosa.
*Conte premiat en la categoria de secundària en el VI Concurs de microrelats de terror 2015, organitzat per la biblioteca amb el suport dels departaments de Català, Castellà i Llengües estrangeres de l'Institut Cristòfol Despuig.
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