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738 THE DEATH CAR Escobar-Lavao-Ojeda-Romero-Ruiz
738 THE DEATH CAR Escobar-Lavao-Ojeda-Romero-Ruiz
738 THE DEATH CAR Escobar-Lavao-Ojeda-Romero-Ruiz
4. August 6th → Write what happened with George when he got off the car. No es el final
de la historia. got off the car ------ what happened ---- he was left hanging above
the car ---- end of the story. Los verbos de narración deben estar en pasado
simple. Se debe separar la narración de los diálogos, en párrafos.
5. Create a Google Drive Presentation and arrange what you wrote with illustrations and text.
Be creative. Make it as scary as possible → No sea tacaño. Use tantas diapositivas
como necesite para que el texto se lea bien. Utilice fuentes sans serif, evite
cursivas o que sean difíciles de leer.
6. Prepare to share and read the story on August 10th
7. Rúbrica: hasta 80% → Pronunciación, entonación, gramática utilizada, correcciones
implementadas, 5% organización del grupo, 10% Pantallazos Meet de práctica, antes del
9 de Agosto → 5 % Presentación del grupo y tema con cámara activada
Text Profesora en este documento todos los integrantes del grupo han aportado de
distintas formas para la elaboración del mismo,
haciendo una llamada por meet, para que todos los integrantes del grupo aportaran por
este medio. Gracias
Then George walked quickly from that place with a little fear since he had a feeling
related to John Downey.
He arrived at a gas station and noticed that there was a man dressed in overalls, from the
appearance of his clothes slightly smeared with gasoline, he could only think that the man
was in charge of that place, but he also realized that this dress fit his strangely tight, the
subject looked about 1.96 cm, his contortion was thick, and his hands were a little hurt as
if he had been carrying construction material all day. George thought it that way since he
worked two years in a construction company. Ignoring these aspects George said to him:
- "Hey, good evening, excuse me, I need help" He was a little agitated because he
had traveled a long distance through the dark road of the highway ...The man
answered
- "Sure, how can I help you?" He replied with a slightly lost look.
- "Maybe he doesn't socialize with a good number of clients, people sometimes
prefer to get to the gas stations in the city ..." George thought at that moment.
George then said:
- I need you to accompany me to the road, my car broke down and I don't have the
tools to see what's wrong, it's surely the carb."
- "Sure, my tools must be behind" I'll be back! Do not go!
The man went to the back of the establishment, George was watching him, "it seems that
he did not know where the tools are, I would know it at all times" He thought as the man
walked towards him with a large and heavy black bag.
- Let's go! - The man told him. They were heading to where George had arrived.- The
man said: "I am not used to talking to people, it is lonely around here"
- "Don't worry, I'm not used to talking to strangers much, by the way," he sighs and
asks, "Do you know where the Harrison house is? I know they live nearby and they
are very good people. ”
- "I don't know where they live" "I once met a guy named Harrison, I only saw him
once, he stained me a lot.
George, disoriented with what he had just said, asked him
- How did he stain you?"
- Yes, we made an arrangement of a car, he was in charge of the oil
- " What a strange comment!” George thought.
They talked about their lives; in the anecdotes of that man it was always concluded that
the people he had met did not see them again, but he said that he had a nice memory of
each one. George told him about his jobs and occupations.
Along the way, the bag the subject was carrying tore a little, revealing a thick laso,
George asked
- Why do you have a rope in the tools?"
- I usually use the rope to push the car and make it start with an impulse.
George thought "I did not know that with a rope you can push a car."
During the journey they talked about various things, the subject confidently asks
- How would you like to die?" George replies
- I haven't thought about it, but in a quick, painless way, how about you?
- I have been close to death on six occasions, I have heard screams, supplications
and I have seen blood spilled, mine on some of those occasions, death will come to
me and you too, to think about how it will be, it is interesting
George evading the topic says to him
- Well we are almost there.
Finding himself at the side of the car, the subject begins to remove the tools from the bag,
George says to him
- “Oh by the way! What is your name?" The man smiling and staring at the rope
begins to say
- "Seven, seven, seven, seven ...!"-
Frightened George knocks on the car door, the man abruptly grabs him by the neck and
hits him against the car, shouting incessantly
- "Beg, seven, shout seven! blood, seven!
Desperate George hits the car several times, he tried to scream, but the suffocation did
not allow him to scream very loudly, while George lost his senses, he looked at the man’s
arm that was suffocating him in a vehement and incessant way and he noticed two letters
marked as letters used to identify livestock, the letters were "JD", finally after a few
minutes George passed away.
John Downey took the rope and hung it from that leafy tree that was on the car, when
leaving that place Downey said to himself "eight, eight, I need eight!" and quickly flees
without leaving any trace.
Marie quickly locked the doors and settled down under the blanket in the back for a
long wait. She was frightened and worried, but she was a strong-minded woman. She
had not been waiting long, however, when she heard a strange scratching noise. It
seemed to be coming from the roof of the car.
Marie was terrified. She listened, holding her breath. Then she heard three slow
knocks, one after the other, also on the roof of the car. Was it her husband? Should she
open the door? Then she heard another knock, and another. This was not her husband. It
was somebody — or something — else. She was shaking with fear, but she forced
herself to lie still. The knocking continued — bump, bump, bump, bump.
Many hours later, as the sun rose, she was still lying there. She had not slept for a
moment. The knocking had never stopped, all night long. She did not know what to do.
Where was George? Why had he not come for her?
Suddenly, she heard the sound of three or four vehicles, racing quickly down the
road. All of them pulled up around her, their tires screeching on the road. At last!
Someone had come! Marie sat up quickly and looked out of the window.
The three vehicles were all police cars, and two still had their lights flashing.
Several policemen leaped out. One of them rushed towards the car as Marie opened the
door. He took her by the hand.
"Get out of the car and walk with me to the police vehicle, Miss. You're safe now.
Look straight ahead. Keep looking at the police car. Don't look back. Just don't look
back."
Something in the way he spoke filled Marie with cold horror. She could not help
herself. About ten yards from the police car, she stopped, turned and looked back at the
empty vehicle.
George was hanging from the tree above the car, a rope tied around his neck. As
the wind blew his body back and forth, his feet were bumping gently on the roof of the car
— bump, bump, bump, bump.
Credits:
Story: MDH 1994 — from a common urban legend
Audio version performed by Peter Polgar