Nie wiem czy to dobre miejsce na tego typu publikacje, bo ani to nie jest forum angielsko-języczne, ani to króciutkie opowiadanko nie jest zachwycające, ale w szkole mamy konkurs na "Scary Story" (krótkie, bo ilość znaków ma być ograniczona) i pomyślałam, że chętnie usłyszałabym wasze komentarze. Więc.. kto może niech komentuje. Dziękuję.


My aunt Suzy lived in a house that looked like desolated. From the outside it was so bleak and ghastly. I had never liked that house, but Suzy’s son – Matthew had used to say that his home is awesome. My aunt was a very eccentric woman. She always gave me the cold shoulder and she seemed to have a skeleton in her cupboard. I never wanted to meet her, but my mother would say it’s necessary for the sake of our relationships.

One day Suzy asked me to look after Matt, “That malicious brat?” I thought, but I agreed and now I wish I hadn’t. It was a big mistake. I could still remember when he had sprinkled itchy powder into my sweatshirt or put laxative into my cookie another time. When I came he wanted to play with me. He was a villain (as always) and he wanted me to be a victim. I refused and asked him to say something about his father, because in fact I knew nothing about him. – Well, he was strangled – said Matt with a smile – so now he pushes up the daisies. – he ended and laughed. It was a pitiful joke. Although I knew he was lying through his teeth, his laugh made my flesh creep.

I told him to go to his room and then I called to my friend. We were talking until the cows come home. – Don’t eavesdrop! – I shouted because it was very quietly. Too quietly... Suddenly I heard Matt screaming like a banshee. Hearing that noise was a teeth chattering experience, but the worst was just before me. I run out from the living-room overturning lazy Susan. I went upstairs to Matthew's room, but he wasn't there. I was very scared. Definitely it was a bad hair day for me. I felt menace hanging above us. When I went down again chandelier was chiming and there was a crimson blotch on the floor. (I'm sure I was as pale as a ghost.) And there were prints of putrid remains or something foul and hideous, that seemed to be toes! I thought then that Matt hadn't cought any haven. I started screaming, because I saw... a corpse. Sickening, decomposing body. And it was moving!! I heard about bad to the bone criminals, but what I saw that day was absolutely unbelievable. It was such a nauseous creature...

A moment later I realized that it was only a scarecrow. I looked like death warmed up. Matthew's another joke! - I should have known that. - And that crimson blatch I'd made by myself when I'd overturned lazy Susan with a glass of wine...

The end...