Strange story

This history it was told me by a girl of approximately 16 years, and it did not happen to her, but to its mother, a Spanish that it emigrated to Germany tolook for the life, a house having to berented with its young husband whoscarcely had serviceability.
Of course, it had mysterious visitors.
At first there were only sounds, scrapes inthe pillow that it was keeping embracedwhile he was trying to rest after so manyworking time. He scared it, truly, but itmaintained the calmness and thought thatit was its own depletion the one that wasmaking her ha

ve auditory hallucinations.The scrapes in the bed are not so unusual:no?. We have heard many. They are visitorswho want to communicate to us that "theyare there also, that we are not alone".
The young woman lived with this strangeexperience a few days and ended upgetting accustomed, but somethingterrible happened one night. It wasknocked down in the bed, resting, itshusband was shaving in the bathroom, andsuddenly a few lucecitas of a size slightlymajor than that of the marbles, bluish andbrilliant half notes, they began to go out ofunder the bed.
They rose, climbed up to putting them selves on her, and danced.
The girl looked at them astonished,swallowed saliva and breathed deeply.What was that? Where from were theygoing out? What was producing them?



And then the lights began to dance withmore sudden movements, and a powerfulforce went out of them. The girl noticedthis force in punches and invisible kicksthat were striking it and were stampingagainst the walls. . . It shouted, and itshusband was cut by the gillette. When hewas going to go out the door of thebathroom closed suddenly.
The young emigrant Spaniard suffered adrubbing that made her ruined, and couldnot do a denunciation, because in whatpolice officer police station they were goingto listen to similar history without burstingout laughing.
It did not happen again to him because itreturned to Spain between tears andterrors.
For years it never counted the history, andwhen it did it, it was it was told to itsdaughter - my confidant - who confessedto me that its mother could not speakabout the topic without beginning to cryand to tremble.
It is not for less. Its daughter also wept toto tell it to me.

A Strange Histoy

We were in Austin for a business work, my business partner and I were waiting in a waiting room for negotiation of a contract about the secure of the American army logistic programme. The negotiation was very hard because the both parts were fighting for the price of our service, however we end the conversation with a valuable agreement, since then all was done and controlled. When we were going home, my business partner and I felt a bad premonition about the journey. We talked to each other about this feeling and we concluded that was the stress of the negotiation, so we didn't give importance to that and we began to talk about the huge quantity of money we would earn with that contract and how we would invest in our company. But suddenly one thing was started to go wrong. The gearbox started to change the gear unexpectedly and one heavy storm began to strike with an uncommon and big power, we thought that wouldn't become in a huge and fearsome tornado. After seeing that our hypothesis was wrong, my business partner pleaded me to try to scape this situation. In spite of getting nervous, I tried to be calm, I concentrated in the road and I looked for one solution for the dramatic situation. The situation was devastating, one high voltage tower fell down in the middle of the road and it put impossible to continue our direction of our journey, the other problem was that the road was protected with fences and the only solution was to cross by the middle of the hurricane. In that moment I remembered the classes of physics that I had enjoyed so many times in high school with my favourite teacher, specifically one class that she said that because of the Ventury effect the centre of the tornado there was no wind and if you had to cross the hurricane, you should crossed at a high speed. After that, I accelerated my BMW M6 GrandCoupé to high-speed, while I was counting the countdown the seconds I had before the collision I told to my business partner that we would escape from the situation whatever happened. We crossed at a high speed. After that, I accelerated my BMW M6 GrandCoupé to high-speed, while I was counting the countdown the seconds I had before the collision I told to my partner that we would escape from the situation whatever happened. I commanded to my partner to move to the back of the passenger's seat, the sound of the engine was becoming more high-pitched because of the increasing of the rpm. I closed my eyes and then I prayed to my soul that all the calculations would be the correct. The car was crossing the hurricane while it was hitting with violence the car and we were afraid of it. When I listened the first stroke I could see a little bit of the interior of the hurricane and I could see the velocimetry. We were in the middle of the tornado at 300 kilometre for hour, after a half second we were going out expelled with extremely force and the car was totally crushed. In the end we survived but we were injured. After two hours of uncertainty if we had survived or not, an ambulance took us to urgency and we received health assistance.

A STRANGE STORY

A friend of a friend told me this story. It was in July, in the morning in a little street of England.

A man who was on holliday, was walking on the street and eating an ice-cream. while he was walking he saw two dogs on the roof of a house.
First, he was very scared and he wanted to ask for help but the street was empty.
Then he ran to a shop of another street. He explained what he had seen but nobody believed him.
Finally he decided to buy a ladder in the shop.
He ran another time to the street and put the ladder to climb to the roof.

When he was up of the ladder he saw that it was a terrace where dogs could play and run. he sliped of the ladder and he fell down. Finally, people of the shop that saw this called for an ambulance. He is now very good, he has broken some bones but he is getting better.

A STRANGE STORY

A friend of a friend told me this story. It was one night of summer in a little town of Pallars Jussà. The protagonists of this strange story were a group of teenagers.

This group of teenagers wanted to do an excursion and went camping; they went to the most famous mountain of the area. It began to get dark and they decided to prepare fire to cook something to eat. Onc they finished dinner, they started telling horror stories. 

When Peter, the older boy of all of them, was telling a story that had taken place precisely in this mountain, strange things began to happen like for example: the fire was put out, it started to rain and they saw some shadows... It was difficult to believe this type of things.

Some of the younger children after all that happened in the mountain began to cry without ceasing, but even the oldest had a lot of fear because they did not know exactly what happened.

But finally they discovered that in the mountain there was another group of teenagers and the only thing they wanted was make fun of the other group of teenagers.

A STRANGE STORY

A few years ago, my best friend and I we went on holiday to Paris. First we caught a taxi to direct in the airport, there we caught the plane and we flew to Paris. Next we went to the hotel and we decided to make a little adventure. We bought a map and we visited all the city we started with the eiffel tower, then we went in the notredam arch... 

When we finished to visit all the monuments in one day we went to the Sena river. Here there were a lot of people, the majority of people were poor. We were very frightened because we didn't like this environment. Suddenly one boy stole my wallet and I started to run behind. Ten minutes later I caught him and he retourned my wallet. Suddenly, I have got a great idea, I went to supermarket and I bought a lot of food for poors. After I gave them and they were very ilusionated, to thank they gave me a postcard with a great landscape of Sena river.

Finally we went on the hotel and I was very happy, and this is my little story of my holidays.