El Crecepelo

Mario, was obsessed by his baldness. Each morning he looked in the mirror and received a dart in the heart for every hair that looked dead in the sink or hopelessly trapped in special toothed comb to avoid damaging your hair weak.

That afternoon, he bought an old remedy hundred percent guaranteed. Mario, not used to rely on these products. I had tried many. But this, gave him a hunch.

Thus, step by step fulfilling the old recipe, Mario undressed, went to the balcony and received the damp cold of the winter night. There he waited to be completely bathed in the light of the full moon, was painted red circles on the chest and sprayed the skull with the miraculous Hair Growth.
That night he slept restlessly, waiting for the result, with the first light of dawn, Mario is launched into the bathroom, there greedily grabbed the mirror and watched his scraggly hair ... a hint of disappointment and humiliation he struck his heart , would give up, one last look at his ball billiards ... but what's that looming dark all over my head? ... began to sprout fuzz which foam in the bathroom. With astonishing speed, the fuzz hair became. Mario was beside himself with joy, her hair began to grow uncontrollably, strong hair, black and curly as a plant head slid down. The terrible thing was when his hair began to enter the ears, at first thanks tickled and then trying to remove those annoying hairs, his fingers were caught in them, the pressure exerted on his skull made ​​eyes jumped from their orbits and stayed in them bushes of hair, shouted, but his screams were soon drowned by a mop that suffocated. 

Víctor Chamorro BT1

PUMPKIN MAN

Three hundred years ago in a british small town, Saford. Simon was a child than he lived in Saford. When he was eleven, he decde going to Saford's haunted house wher nobody want go.

The old people in Saford told a history about a monster in the haunted house so Simon want to see it.

A day when Simon was getting to the haunted house he heard a noisy and he decide coming. He can see a orange man and he appearance a pumpkin, because he was a pumpkin man.

The monster was a good man and he told to Simon than he was the spirit halloween pumpkin. The pumpkin halloween protect the home of the ghoul, so the Pumpkin man was a good spirit and calm, he helped them.

Since that day the Pumpkin man go to Saford all halloween days for be with Saford's people.

María Espada Moriche BT1

The night of halloween

This is one of those stories that were lost in time, are blurred between legend and reality. The year was 1912, in a small village far from civilization and north of the British Isles were prepared as usual to celebrate Halloween.

Cobbled streets, dingy and old formed the typical image of small English villages. In this town lived a humble family of: dad, Jack practicing medical doctor work in a small open consultation in the attic of the house. Anne, the mother, devoted to housework and fond of sewing and her two children, aged 14 Tom and Peter of 13 were two very anxious but polite.

This family like every year he decorated the house for Halloween nigh , Anne manufactured with a few old sheets ghost costumes for children while Jack decorated the house with pumpkins as a head and fabrics spider with white sewing thread.

It was just before dinner, when Peter remembered that in the attic had a rusty chains for ghost costume. It would be perfect and went forward with the unfinished costume. He wear the costume and ignited a candle to be going to look for the chains.

There happened to search the stacked boxes when Peter found that parchment, old and dusty was guarding a mysterious curse.

A curse related to Halloween night, and that would make that any person who reads it would transform in the costume that was wear.

Peter thought it was a joke that he was spending his brother Tom always joking and without fuss read that mysterious scroll.

Peter never went down the attic, and no one heard from him. The people say that Peter has today appears on Halloween night become ghost avoiding whatever comes to read the parchment to avoid falling into this terrible curse.

Still hear the voices of that naughty child and the sound of chains dragging. That little village, is now a ghost town that nobody wants to know your location.

Lorena Vinagre Galindo

BT2