PROJECT BASIC VIII: “TELL ME, DO YOU HAVE A HORROR STORY?”.

1. Characters:
a. Radio announcer 1 (RA1): Gutierrez
b. Radio announcer 2 (RA2): Chumioque
c. Horror story 1: De la Cruz
d. Horror story 2: Riojas
e. Horror story 3: Estrada
f. Horro story 4: Meza
g. Horro story 5: Balladares
2. Location: Radio
3. Materials:
Background:

I. PRESENTATION (40’’)

Good evening miss and Classmates. Today we are going to present our project titled
“TELL ME, DO YOU HAVE A HORROR STORY?”.

We are group number six and the members are Lizeth Gutierrez, Devora de la Cruz,
Nirvana Riojas, Marlon Estrada, Katherine Meza Alfred Balladares and Myrian
Chumioque.
Our project is about horror stories. It takes part in radiolocation in which there are two
radio announcers. They are going to talk about their experiences and then six different
people are going to call to the radio and talk about a short horror story.

We hope you enjoy it!

II. CONVERSATION

RA1: Hello and welcome to ISM Radio! We’ve got an interesting topic for you today
called “TELL ME, DO YOU HAVE A HORROR STORY?”.”., but first Myrian, do
you believe in ghosts? Did you have any supernatural experience?

RA2: Yes, I do. I believe in ghosts; I remember when I was a 17 years old, I was in my
grandmother’s house with nobody else because my parents traveled to Lima. At 3:30 am
I waked up because I heard a sound. I watched my cellphone and there was a picture in
my phone of me slleping but as I told you I was alone.

RA1: OH! Amazing story, well we have a call. Hello? what's your name?

HS1: Hi, my name is Devora and this is my story.

My family and I were about to move out of the house we had lived in our entire lives until I was
16 years old. As you can imagine, we were sad to leave so many memories. A few days before I
moved in, I decided to do something I used to do when I was little: go to the closet under the
stairs and read with a flashlight. We keep a lot of quilts and toys there. After half an hour I
moved a little to get comfortable and suddenly I heard a soft and slow voice whispering in my
ear "you always make me happy." From the shock that I hit my head on the door. After
hyperventilating and explaining to my family why my face was white, we discovered that the
voice was coming from the teddy bear that was bought for me when I was three years old and
that speaks when you press its belly. I have sat on it without noticing, but when pressed again,
not again make a sound.

RA1: OMG that was a good horror story and so scary, I don’t want to see a teddy bear.
Let me talk about my story.

Okay. I will start to tell you the horror story that happened to me many years ago. When
I was younger. I saw a goblin in a tree in the garden of my house. His appearance was
very strange. His body was misshapen and colored. I was scared and went to my room,
then I found my little brother under the bed. He was still a baby and I told my mom
what happened. She had left it on the bed. Then he called my dad, they picked up my
brother. My mom says it was the goblin that made my brother be in that place. Then I
went out to see and the goblin was gone.

RA2: let’s take the next call. Hello!! It’s ISM radio. Tell me you name and what’s your
horror story?

HS2: Good evening my name is Nirvana Riojas and today I going to talk about my
horror story

As a child, I was afraid of the dark, until I adopted a dog that kept me company. For
years, I slept peacefully because I knew my dog was under my bed, and if I was scared I
just had to reach out: then the dog would start licking my hand until I fell asleep.

Thus the years passed. One night, on the radio, I heard that near my house I was looking
for and capturing a very dangerous murderer. I, accompanied by my dog, was not
afraid: I went to sleep, I stretched my hand towards the edge and my dog, like every
night, began to lick it.

I jerked off to sleep, and when I woke up, I was surprised that my dog hadn't gotten
tired of licking his hand all night. Or so I thought: when I opened my eyes, I found my
dead dog on the floor of the room. Under the bed, a man kept licking my hand

RA2: Well, Nirvana good story I think that was so scary, let’s continue with the next
call.

RA1: Good evening Mr. Tell us your horror story

HS3: Hi everyone, my name is Marlon On Monday, I came up with the perfect plan.
Nobody knew we were friends. On Tuesday, he stole the gun from his dad. On
Wednesday, we decided to perform during the motivation meeting the next day. On
Thursday, while everyone was in the gym, we waited just outside the gates. I used the
gun against the first out. Then I took the gun and went into the gym doing explosions. I
went up to Mr. Quinn, the vocational janitor, and shot him in the face three times. The
gym fell, dead. The shots were deafening. We listen screaming in the auditorium, but no
one saw us. I handed him the gun and said, "your turn." He ran to the gym and started
shooting. I followed him from behind. They hadn't hit anyone yet. The children fought
and hid. It was chaos. I ran after him and we fought. I snatched the gun from him, took
aim at him, and killed him. I closed his mouth forever. On Friday, I was crowned a
hero. In fact, it was the perfect plan

RA2: OMG, that’s real? It’s so scary.

RA1: Oh, That’s scary and interesting. Ok, we have one call more. Hello, What’s your
name?

HS4: Hello, my name is Katherine and this is my story

He had been given the watch on his tenth birthday. It was an ordinary grey plastic
wristwatch in every respect except for the fact that it was counting down. "That is all of
the time you have left in the world, son. Use it wisely." And indeed he did. As the watch
ticked away, the boy, now a man, lived life to the fullest. He climbed mountains and
swam oceans. He talked and laughed and lived and loved. The man was never afraid, for
he knew exactly how much time he had left.Eventually, the watch began its final
countdown. The old man stood looking over everything he had done, everything he had
built. 5. He shook hands with his old business partner, the man who had long been his
friend and confidant. 4. His dog came and licked his hand, earning a pat on the head for
its companionship. 3. He hugged his son, knowing that he had been a good father. 2. He
kissed his wife on the forehead one last time. 1. The old man smiled and closed his eyes.

Then, nothing happened. The watch beeped once and turned off. The man stood
standing there, very much alive. You would think that in that moment he would have
been overjoyed. Instead, for the first time in his life, the man was scared.

RA2: Amazing story!

RA1: We have one more call. Hello, what’s your name?

HS5: Hi, my name is Alfred.

RA1: and can you tell me your horror story?

HS5: This story happened quite a while ago, I was a very sleepyhead back then, one day
my sister woke me up last night around 11:50. My mother and I had picked her up from
her school friend's birthday party, it was very late and very cold, we had taken her home
and put her to bed. My mother went to the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching
the football match that had been broadcast earlier in the day. "Brother," she whispered,
tugging at my shirt sleeve. She roused me from sleep and said, "Guess who gave me this
box of toys. She smiled and told me it was our father, but he died after she was born, so
it was weird back then. To this day, my mother and I ask her who gave her the toy box,
she still refuses to tell us who it was.

RA2: The horror stories were very interesting and they were so scary. I don`t know
which will win.

RA1: Today we have many amazing horror stories. Some were very scary. Which one
do you think will win?