HORROR STORY by Olaia G. (DBH 2)

He had heard that the mountain was haunted, but he didn’t care. That summer night, the moon was full as he knocked the last peg into the ropes that secured his small, one-man tent. He was up there alone, on the summit of Ben McDhui, an isolated peak in the Cairngorm Mountains of Scotland. He enjoyed being alone. He could think about things, make plans, relax.

Then suddenly he heard the noise. At first he thought it might be another mountaineer, another loner, up there on the summit like him. But then when he heard the noise again, he realised that he was mistaken. No man could produce the noise that he had just heard…

He was scared and he went out of the tent. He took his torch and he began looking around the tent. Then, he saw one very strange person. It was very tall, it had two legs and two arms and it had two red eyes. This person was wearing white jeans. It shone so much that the night became morning. The scared man went to the tent very fast and he went to sleep.

In the next morning, he went to the same place where he saw the mysterious person. In the same place he saw a deep pit. He thought that the mysterious person was a common person, and that everything was false but to make sure he went to the pit. He walked in the dark pit. At the end of the pit, he saw a light. He went to the stronger light and he arrived at one red door. The door was red like the colour of the blood.

Then the man knocked the door and one old woman stuck her face out of the door and he said: ‘Go away!’ ‘Why?’ said the man. ‘Because I am a witch’ she replied ‘and I like to eat people.’ The witch took an axe and she killed the man.

Finally, the witch ate the man with one soup.