The Haunted Stone
It was Winter in Exeter, the sky was very cloudy and the wind was blowing very hard.
During the Chrismas holidays I was at my grandparents’ house in Exeter, a city near
Cornwall.
I like Exeter because I have a lot of friends who live there. One day I wanted to go to
Dartmoor National Park with two of my friends, John and Jessy, because we had never seen it
and because people say it is very beautiful and impressive. In Exeter we had already seen the
cathedral of course, but also two historical houses: St Nicholas Priory and the Guildhall
and St Martin chapel, but we wanted to walk in the countryside.
So one day, in the middle of the afternoon, we decided to go to Dartmoor National Park, to
see Prehistoric monuments. We walked nearly ten kilometres, and then we were very tired so
we sat on a bench and we ate some bicuits. We spoke a lot and we didn’t see time pass. The
countryside was very beautiful. There were no trees, just purple heather and grass. On a hill
there was a circle of very high stones, and we decided to go there.
It was seven o’clock so
Jessy said “It’s very dark so can we go there another day ?” But John and I wanted to go that
evening and Jessy followed us.
When we arrived at the standing stones, I was very happy because it was the first time I came
there. But Jessy was very scared, there was nobody and it was very dark.
Suddenly John and Jessy began to scream... I turned round and saw something white, I didn’t
understand, I approched it and saw three men, but they weren’t normal, they were very
different from us. Their body was the same, but their clothes and general look were different.
Another “man” appeared ; he was younger than the others.He was wearing brown trousers
made of leather, and a sort of hooded woolen jacket.
I thought they were prehistoric men, no they couldn’t be! Because they lived here four
thousand years ago! So… they must be three ghosts! They could disappear when they
wanted and do a lot of things that humans can’t do… .Jessy, John and I ran very quickly.
We went back to my grandparents’ house, and we told them what we had seen at the stone.
But my grandparents didn’t want to believe us, they thought we were joking. Jessy and John
said that very seriously but they didn’t want to believe them.
My grandparents said: ”Tomorrow we will go to Dartmoor and if we see ghosts we will give
you one thousand pounds each, if we can’t see ghosts you give us each thousand
pounds.”They were completely sure ghosts don’t exist.
The next day, they went to Dartmoor, in the same place, and they spoke for a long time,
suddenly they saw the three ghosts but when they wanted to run, the ghosts killed them with
their knives.
I didn’t see that but a man who was walking on another path saw the three ghosts when they
killed my grandparents.But he couldn’t do anything because it was too late. He told me that
and I was upset, I cried. And I thought : “why didn’t they kill Jessy,John and me instead of
my grandparents ?”. In fact I think ghosts kill people who don’t believe in them.
That's why we say that sometimes it can be useful to believe in legends, myths, ghosts...