Long, long ago, when I was a little girl, I really enjoyed listening to the stories that my grandmother told us—me and my older brother. Every week, she told us different stories. It was fun for us to choose what kind of story we wanted to hear that evening. So we could hear the fun, sad, and scary ones. What we liked most were the long, mystical stories that went on for more than one evening. I remember lying down in my bed with my head covered in a blanket. It was very scary, but also very interesting. Every night, my older brother and I waited for the sequel to the story.
Once, our grandmother told us a story. This mystical story has survived until now. It was about a very strange and mystical town called Tacabully that had no disasters or accidents until a thick fog once landed on it. Since then, the town has changed, becoming very dark, gloomy, and uncomfortable. Because of that strange fog, there was no sun in the sky, no smiles, hugs, or loud greetings in the streets of Tacabully anymore. And the weirdest part was that when people came to the guests in this town, they seemed to disappear in that mystical, strange, and dark fog and never come back from there. People were very worried about that. They lost a lot of loved and supported relatives and friends. After a month or two, some men appeared. They looked really scary – in murky, torn clothes, their eyes were blackened, their hair was tangled and their bodies were frozen. It seemed that they had not been asleep for a few weeks, or even longer.
STORY 5
The Mystical Town of Tacabully
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