Question

necesito una historia de terror en ingles con pasado simple , perfecto y continuo

Answer 1

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Story based on real experiences of Naila RojasWritten and Adapted by Eduardo Liñán.
It was an August morning when I arrived at my job at a roasted chicken stand and was greeted with the news that a young woman with whom I had made friends had died in strange circumstances, the victim of an unresolved murder. Dismayed by the news I just started thinking about her and remembering her as she was in life, making an unusual promise to see her carriage when they moved her to the cemetery "Someday we'll see each other again, my friend."The time passed and days before the anniversary of his death, I could have contact with her. By that time I worked in a taco stall at night and after an arduous task, I returned home to rest from a tiring day.


My dream was deep; But I can have a waking state in which I can grasp what is happening around me even though I am deeply asleep. On that night I could listen to the television that my husband had lit, nevertheless between dreams I could feel and "see" as my friend Laura appeared before me, in the dream I saw her before me and asked her questions. She instead remained silent and with a gesture of sadness, she suddenly stretches out her hand and says "look" on it there were some white daisies "These flowers I like". After saying this I put them in my hands. When I placed them I could feel his completely freezing, so much that it gave me a strange cold that made me tremble, in that I felt like my husband tried to wake me up, and I could not do it because Laura had me holding her hand without wanting to let go, my breath Was cut off for a few moments and when I wanted to pull air, my husband listened to me making some nonsense babbling. When I finally got back to reality, he was surprised and told me that he was trembling in bed with his hand stretched and trying to scream; But it seemed like I was drowning. When I got up, my husband noticed that she was frozen, and still nervous about the dream, I told her what I had dreamed, that night I could not sleep peacefully.
The next morning, I went to work with some uneasiness and even meditated on what I had dreamed, I wondered why I dreamed about it; We were not lifelong friends and barely knew her; But his death astounded me. At work everything was normal; But my employer made a comment: "Laura's family members passed by with daisies in the morning, and she's going to be a year old." Something in me was disturbed to hear that. When I returned home at dawn, I felt something of fear and anguish, I did not want to think any more and I prepared to rest.
I entered again into a deep sleep and I began to feel like something was rising, I felt the weight of something on me and when I could open my eyes, it was her, had her face glued to mine and with that deep and lost look, with Eyes so black and without any expression. I began to breathe with difficulty and tried to pray something without even being able to finish the prayer. I tried to scream, to move, but I could not. I felt something heavy and huge preventing me from moving. In an instant I woke up from my dream, there was my husband somewhat altered trying to calm me down again and when I finally could do it I let myself cry in his arms.
It was the eve of her death, I got up tired and with swollen eyes, being alone, the name.

 -Laura, tomorrow you're a year old I'll bring you the flowers you want and a candle maker, but please let me sleep in peace.
Night came and with it the fear, everything went normal without mishap, maybe what I said worked; I did not dream it this time, instead I could sleep long and lying. The next day she was a year dead, I thought about what I had said and because I was still tired, I thought I would not bother any more and I fell asleep. It was morning and suddenly he appeared to me again in his dreams, this time with a look of complaint. I woke up scared and could not get any more, I called my sister and asked her to accompany me to the cemetery. On the way we went to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of daisies and a candle, and while in the cemetery I told the caretaker of the young woman and asked for his grave. The man remembered and told me where Laura was buried, when she reached her tomb was completely abandoned, there was only a glass candle, turned off and not consumed. My companion left me alone, I put the flowers and I turned on both candles, I sat in the tomb and began to "talk" with her.-Laura, do not bother me anymore, I have come to leave you your flowers and you candle, I can not do more for you.
At that moment the candle that was already in his tomb was extinguished and mine was still lit. I turned it back on thinking it was the wind, I repeated this operation three times and the same as the candle was turned off, I do not know if it was despair or a feeling of guilt that made me start crying in an uncontrollable way, I cried for a Long until