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El alumnado del IES de Nore\u00f1a, siguiendo la tradici\u00f3n de los \u00faltimos cursos,\u00a0 ha celebrado Halloween realizando diversas actividades de las que les iremos dando cuenta. La primera de ellas corri\u00f3 a cargo del alumnado de ingl\u00e9s que particip\u00f3 en la Halloween Competition, un concurso en el que ten\u00edan que poner fin a una historia terror\u00edfica relacionada con Halloween.<\/p>\n
Se establecieron dos categor\u00edas de premios, uno para los alumnos de ESO y otra para los de Bachillerato, en las que resultaron ganadoras\u00a0 Nerea Garc\u00eda Rodr\u00edguez, de 1\u00baC ESO y\u00a0 Ana Casta\u00f1o D\u00edaz de 2\u00ba HCS. Aqu\u00ed ten\u00e9is sus estremecedores<\/em> relatos.<\/p>\n Relato de Nerea Garc\u00eda<\/strong><\/p>\n Ghosts don\u2019t exist, however after visiting Mark\u2019s grandparents house in Toronto I began to have quite a few doubts about it. The old house was full of spider webs, strange pictures and you could even hear squeaks and screeches. Who or what was making them? Was it a mouse or a ghost?… A piece of bread that was on the table began to move. One of the pictures hanging on the wall also moved and the table began to tremble. We were very scared until Mark\u2019s grandmother told us there were mice and they always did that. We were not so sure they were mice. Another piece of bread began to move and we raised it o see the mice, but \u2026.there was nothing!<\/span> Relato de Ana Casta\u00f1o<\/strong><\/p>\n Ghosts don\u2019t exist, however after visiting Mark\u2019s grandparents house in Toronto I began to have quite a few doubts about it. The old house was full of spider webs, strange pictures and you could even hear squeaks and screeches. Who or what was making them? Was it a mouse or a ghost?… I was thinking that coming there wasn\u2019t my best idea and when Mark told us the house was haunted, I freaked out. Nobody seemed to care. It was the worst night of my life. First, Sophie disappeared so I was supposed to sleep alone. Then, the noises. No one cared about strange noises, so I decided to explore and face my fears. I went downstairs and what I saw was the least I expected in the world. THE SOFA WAS TALKING!!<\/span> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" El alumnado del IES de Nore\u00f1a, siguiendo la tradici\u00f3n de los \u00faltimos cursos,\u00a0 ha celebrado Halloween realizando diversas actividades de las que les iremos dando cuenta. La primera de ellas corri\u00f3 a cargo del alumnado de ingl\u00e9s que particip\u00f3…<\/p>\n
\nIn that moment we knew it was a ghost<\/span><\/p>\n
\nIt was too much so I fainted. The next morning my friends told me that they had drugged me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n