Hola chicos ya que tuve muchas reacciones de ustedes y agradezco a todos por leer mi último posta hoy les traigo una mejor historia de halloween sobre el concurso de risingstar también les dije que andaría más activo y lo cumpliré solo que hay veses que me toca hacer otras cosas como tareas ya que estudio pues es un poco costoso.
Para mi les estaré muy activo y también les seguiré escribiendo.
Hello everyone, since I received many responses from you and I thank you all for reading my last post, today I bring you a better Halloween story about the Rising Star contest. I also told you that I would be more active, and I will fulfill that promise, except that sometimes I have to do other things like homework since I am studying, which is a bit time-consuming.
I will be very active and will continue writing to you.
En los años 70 avían y ucurria fuistes de halloween pero avía unos chicos que se la pasaban asta muy tarde y entre esos chicos estaba un chico llamado scout le decían el guitarrista de la noche el era muy famoso porque era el único que le gustaba estarse tocando mientras los demás se iban a eso de las 3 de la mañana.
El decía que siga la fiesta asta que un día chicos desaparian de la nada para el era muy raro porque nadie sabía que susedia en ese lugar y como el citio donde vivía era pequeño pues era más extraño 🫥🧐.
In the 70s, there were Halloween parties, but there were some kids who stayed out very late, and among those kids was a boy named Scout. They called him the guitarist of the night. He was very famous because he was the only one who liked to keep playing while the others left around 3 in the morning.
He said to keep the party going until one day the kids disappeared out of nowhere. It was very strange for him because no one knew what was happening in that place, and since the town where he lived was small, it was even stranger.
En esos tiempos los jóvenes casi no le temian a los mitos ya que ellos mismo los creaba para asustar alas personas nuevas del pueblo ese pueblo era un pueblo fantasma y sin casi habitantes.
El cherif contaba que en las noches paresia un joven caminando con una guitarra arrastrandola por todas partes del pueblo pero aparecía era en épocas de halloween y el que fuera solo se lo cargaba para el más allá luego de que todos supieron el suseso ellos estaban un poco más asustados de lo normal y casi no asían fiestas después de eso😶🌫️🙊.
In those days, young people were hardly afraid of myths, since they themselves created them to scare newcomers to the village. That village was a ghost town with hardly any inhabitants.
The sheriff said that at night, a young man would appear walking with a guitar, dragging it all over town, but he only appeared around Halloween, and whoever was alone would be taken to the afterlife. After everyone found out about the incident, they were a little more scared than usual and hardly had any parties after that.
Pero scout no le temía y seguía asta tarde con su guitarra y cantando con los demás chicos del pueblo para el eso era normal pero muchas personas fueron desapareciendo poco a poco ya que los que llegaban terde del trabajo se los encontraba y podían ser otro desaparecido más.
Esto alertó a todos del pueblo y cada vez que asían las fiesta les echaban al cherif para que la acabará,pero ubo una noche donde scout no le paro a eso y se fue al otro lado del pueblo que lo avían invitado a una fiesta el 31 de octubre donde nadie quiso salir solo el y en el camino se encontró al guitarrista fantasma cara a cara era largo con un suéter que le tapaba la cara y los ojos era total mente blancos el solo miró y fue desapareciendo poco a poco entre el largo pasto del camino🤐🫣.
But Scout wasn't afraid of him and continued until late at night with his guitar, singing with the other boys from the village. For him, it was normal, but many people gradually disappeared, as those who came home late from work would find them and could become another missing person.
This alerted everyone in the village, and every time they had a party, they would call the sheriff to put an end to it. But one night, Scout didn't stop and went to the other side of town where he had been invited to a party on October 31st. No one else wanted to go, only him. On the way, he came face to face with the ghost guitarist. He was tall and wore a sweater that covered his face. His eyes were completely white. He just looked at Scout and slowly disappeared into the tall grass along the road. 🤐🫣.
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