Friday, 30 December 2011

เป็นหมื่นปี


หัวใจเต้นเร็ว
สีและพระองค์
วิธีการจะกล้าหาญ
วิธีสามารถรักเมื่อฉันกลัว
ตกอยู่
แต่ดูคุณยืนอยู่คนเดียว
สงสัยของฉันทั้งหมด
พลันไปอย่างใด
หนึ่งขั้น
ฉันมีตายทุกวัน
รอคุณ
Darlin' อย่ากลัวที่จะ
ฉันได้รักคุณสำหรับการ
พันปี
ฉันจะรักคุณสำหรับการ
Thousand เพิ่มเติม
เวลาย่อมาจากยังคง
ฉันรู้ว่า เธอมีความสวยงาม
ฉันจะกล้าหาญ
ฉันจะไม่ยอมให้สิ่งใด
เอากลับบ้าน
อะไรคือยืนอยู่ด้านหน้าของฉัน
ทุกลมหายใจ
ทุกชั่วโมงได้มานี้
ฉันมีตายทุกวัน

รอคุณ
Darlin' อย่ากลัวที่จะ
ฉันได้รักคุณสำหรับการ
พันปี
ฉันจะรักคุณสำหรับการ
Thousand เพิ่มเติม

และตลอดฉันเชื่อ
ฉันจะค้นหาคุณ
เวลาได้นำ
หัวใจของฉัน
ฉันได้รักคุณสำหรับการ
พันปี
ฉันจะรักคุณสำหรับการ
Thousand เพิ่มเติม

หนึ่งขั้น
หนึ่งขั้น
ฉันมีตายทุกวัน
รอคุณ
Darlin' ไม่หวั่น
ฉันได้รักคุณสำหรับการ
พันปี
ฉันจะรักคุณสำหรับการ
Thousand เพิ่มเติม

และตลอดฉันเชื่อ
ฉันจะค้นหาคุณ
เวลาได้นำ
หัวใจของฉัน
ฉันได้รักคุณสำหรับการ
พันปี
ฉันจะรักคุณสำหรับการ

a thousand year

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
To fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer
I have died everyday
waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty I know she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath,
Every hour has come to this

I have died everyday

Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

One step closer
One step closer

I have died everyday
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

black angel


The Black Angel statue stands in Oakland cemetery, Iowa City. Underneath the figure, lie the remains of three people – a woman, her husband and her son.
The statue of the angel with black wings has quite odd design. Most graveyard angels are usually positioned with their head and wings uplifted, symbolically gazing up towards heaven. The Black Angel’s wings are not uplifted and she is looking down at the ground… towards hell.
The Black Angel also bears a somber expression on its face, with cold, strange-looking eyes and drooping eyelids. Many people find it quite unnerving. Those who visit the cemetery say they get an uneasy feeling in the vicinity of the Angel. They claim that when you walk around, the eyes seem to follow you.
The black angel statue was erected by a mysterious woman named Teresa Dolezal Feldevert. Her 18-year old son Eddie died in 1891 and was buried in Oakland Cemetery. Soon afterwards, she married a man named Nicholas Feldevert. He died tragically just a few years later in 1911. After his death, Teresa commissioned the black angel statue and had it erected over the body of her son and the ashes of her husband in 1912.
According to the legend, when she died in 1924, she was cremated and her ashes were buried beneath the statue. At her funeral, there was a freak storm and a bolt of lightning hit the angel and turned it black. There are those who say that Teresa Feldevert was a very evil woman who murdered her son and husband.
Legend has it that, every year at Halloween, the black angel turns a shade darker as a reminder of the people Teresa killed. Another strange thing is that there is no death date on the monument for Teresa Feldevert. Some people believe that the evil spirit of Teresa still haunts the statue.
They say that if you touch or look directly into the eyes of the Black Angel, you will be struck down by a mysterious and incurable illness. Any girl who is kissed at the black angel’s feet in the moonlight will die within six months. If you touch the angel statue on Halloween night, you will die within seven years. If you kiss the black angel on the lips, your heart will stop beating and you will die instantaneously. Anyone who attempts to vandalize the statue will also be killed swiftly.
There are many stories about people who have touched the angel and subsequently died a horrible death. One well-known story is about four boys who decided to test the legends. One night, they broke into the cemetery and took turns urinating on the monument, laughing all the while. Later that night, on their way home from the cemetery, the boys were involved in a car accident and all four died in the blazing wreck.
Another story tells of a young man who used a hacksaw to cut the thumb off the Angel. He left the cemetery that night carrying the blackened bronze thumb as a trophy. He was never seen alive again. They say he lost his mind and his bloated corpse was later found floating in the Chicago River. The cause of death was strangulation and the only piece of evidence was a large black thumbprint on his neck. A few days later, a blackened piece of bronze in the shape of a thumb was found lying at the base of the Black Angel statue.
For generations, local residents and visitors have come to Oakland Cemetery, often under the light of the moon, to test their courage. University of Iowa students tempt fate by daring each other to touch or kiss the black angel. It is regarded as one of the Iowa’s most haunted sites and stories of the curse are still shared today.

dream ghost


One night, I had a strange dream. In the dream, I woke up and went downstairs looking for my mother. She was lying on the sofa in the living room, but there was a ghostly figure standing next to her. It stood there motionless, just watching her. It had black holes instead of eyes. I wanted to wake up, but I couldn’t. I wanted to scream and warn her, but couldn’t make a sound. I never felt so helpless in my life. I silently begged to be allowed to wake me up. Then I started to cry…
The next morning, I woke up and still felt terrified. I decided to not tell my mother about the dream, because I was sure she would just make fun of me. While we were having breakfast, my mother told me that she had fallen asleep on the couch in our living room the night before, and had a strange dream. In the dream, she said she woke up to find a ghostly figure watching her silently, without moving. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t. Her mouth just opened but no sound would come out. She was sure that it was a dream but she couldn’t wake up. Then the ghostly figure disappeared…
After breakfast, we went into the living room and saw something that made us panic. There was a large dirty stain on the wall behind the sofa. It was in the shape of a person.

twin girls


There was a married couple who lived in a rural area of Spain. Their house was a modest little cottage, located on the edge of a busy main road. They had two daughters who were both twin girls.
As they grew up, the twin girls were very well-behaved. They never fought or argued. They lived happily together and hated to be separated.
One day, the mother had to go to the shop and buy some milk and bread. She didn’t want to leave the girls on their own so she brought them with her. Grasping both girls by the hand, the mother led them across the busy road.
Unfortunately, the mother had forgotten to look both ways before she crossed the street. Just as they neared the other side, she heard a loud screech and then a horrible crunching sound as her daughters’ tiny hands were torn out of her grasp.
When the mother twirled around to look, she screamed in horror at what she saw and collapsed on the sidewalk. The twin girls had been run over by a huge truck. The bloody remains of the twin girls were splattered across the road.
The mother began crying and sobbing hysterically. Try as she might, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two big streaks of red that stained the road.
At the funeral the father tried to confort his wife, but she was inconsolable. Over and over, she screamed “This is all my fault! This is all my fault!”
Four years later, the mother and father still lived in the same house beside the road where their daughters had perished. The woman became pregnant again. The couple were surprised when the doctors told them that they would be having twins again.
The parents rejoiced when their two little girls were born. This happy event caused the mother to forget the tragedy of the past. As the twin girls grew up, their mother and father were careful never to mention the previous children. They acted as if the deceased girls had never existed.
One day, the two little twin girls were playing in the garden. Their mother came out and told them to come with her to the shop. As they stood at the edge of the road, the mother took hold of the hands of the two girls and held them tightly.
Suddenly, as the mother began walking across the road, the girls began to struggle and tried to slip out of their mother’s grasp.
“No, Mommy! Don’t hold us!”, cried the twin girls in unison. “We don’t want to die again!”
Posted in Short Stories on Sep 28th, 2011, 1:43 am by scary for kids   

help me


One cold and dark December night, a teenage girl named Kathy was babysitting two children. There was a seven-year old boy named Taylor, and a six-year old girl named Selena. The parents had gone to the movies for the night, leaving Kathy in
Just after 9 o’clock that night, the phone rang. Kathy answered it and heard an anguished voice screaming “Help Me! For Heaven’s sake, help me!”
Confused, Kathy hung up the phone and decided that it must have just been a prank call. Thirty minutes later, the phone rang again and the same voice screamed, “Help me! Somebody, please help me!”
This time, Kathy was beginning to get frightened. The children asked her who was calling and she told them not to worry, that everything was just fine.
Another thirty minutes passed by and she recieved another call. The voice on the other end sounded scared and desperate. “Help me! For Heaven’s sake, won’t somebody help me?”
The phone went dead.
Seconds later, there knock at the door. The babysitter clutched the children tightly to her. She was almost as scared as they were. The urgent knocking continued. She knew it wasn’t the children’s parents, because they weren’t due home for at least an hour.
They could hear a voice coming from outside. It was a man’s voice and he was repeating over and over “Help me help me help me…”
She didn’t know what to do.
“I’ll have to let him in”, she said. “He needs help”.
Later that night, when the parents arrived home, the house was eerily silent. All of the lights were off. When they searched the house, they entered the living room and stumbled upon a horrible scene. Kathy and both of the children had been murdered. Their arms and legs had been chopped off.
On the wall, written in blood, were the words, “For Heaven’s sake help me before I kill again. I cannot control myself anymore”.

strange boy


One day, there was a new boy in class. He was very ordinary and boring. The only remarkable thing about him was that his eyes were hidden behind thick dark glasses. The teachers put him in the back row and immediately forgot about him.
The strange boy seemed to fade into the background and nobody took any notice of him. He didn’t play with any of the other kids. He didn’t speak to anyone and he never answered any of the questions the teachers asked. He was never seen eating in the school cafeteria and when the bell rang at the end of school, he stayed seated in his desk while the other children ran out the door.
For two weeks, the strange boy attended school without a problem, but one day, a girl was playing with a ball in the classroom during lunch break. She threw it too far and it hit the boy on the head and knocked off his dark glasses. She ran over to retrieve the ball and apologize to him, but when she looked into his eyes, she began screaming hysterically and fainted.
Some other students carried the unconscious girl to the school medical center. When she woke up, she refused to speak and just sat in a corner, clutching herself and shaking her head. The teacher asked some of the other students what had happened. They said that the girl had been frightened by the strange boy. When his glasses had been knocked off, it looked as if he didn’t have any eyes – just red holes where his eyes should have been.
The teacher decided to call his parents, but when she went to the office to look at his records, she discovered that all of his documents were missing. Eventually, she managed to track down his name and address through the Internet.
So the next day, during lunch break, while the boy was still sitting in the classroom, the teacher got into her car and drove out to his home. When she got to his house, she rang the doorbell and an old woman, dressed from head to toe in black, answered the door.
“I’d like to speak to you about your son”, said the teacher.
“You’re too late”, said the old woman. “He died over a year ago”.
The old woman brought the teacher inside and showed her a picture of her dead son. It was the same strange little boy who had been attending school for the last two weeks. The teacher was so shocked and disturbed that she had to stop herself from fainting right there on the spot.
An hour later, a doctor and a nurse arrived at the school. They entered the classroom and dragged the strange boy out, kicking and screaming. After examining him, they were unable to find a heartbeat and pronounced him dead. It seems that the strange little boy had died in an accident a year before, but such was his dedication to learning that he got out of the grave and went to school.
The worst thing of all was that the boy continued to fight off the doctors and nurses with superhuman strength. Finally, they had to tie his hands and feet and stuff him into a coffin. As they lowered him into the grave, they could hear him violently thrashing back and forth, trying to loosen the ropes.
They say that late at night, if you go to that graveyard, you can still hear the muffled screams of the strange boy with the red eyes coming from deep underground.