Idée conte fantastique horreur.

Coucou les gens! :B Bon voilà, tout d'abord je suis nouvelle --je sais pas trop comment fonctionne un forum, mais bon. Vous moquez pas. -- Et ensuite.. J'aimerai trouver des idées pour écrire un conte fantastique avec de l'horreur. Quand je dis "conte", c'est plutôt "nouvelle". C'est pour un devoir d'anglais, donc ça doit pas être super long, mais interessant et mystérieux. Bien sûr, ça doit faire peur. Des sujets à me proposer? :3

Salut .
Tu pourrais parler de maison hanté, ou d'un tueur en série, ou une petite soeur diabolique...

Ben en fait j'avais commencé une histoire, c'était genre un mec qui vit seul dans un grand manoir, et puis y'a une petite fille étrange qui vient le hanter (elle parle pas), et à la fin on se rend compte que c'est sa fille et qu'il l'a tuée. Mais en fait je trouve l'histoire pas terrible...
J'aurais aimé faire un truc à base de femme de ménage morbide. :B

Merci beaucoup des conseils en tout cas. Je vais voir si je peux en faire une histoire.

Je trouve ça pas mal ton histoire.
Tu entends quoi par "ménage morbide"??

Tu nous mettre ton histoire quand tu l'aura finie ?

Ben en fait dans mon histoire y'a une femme de ménage, et elle m'a inspiré. Du coup j'aurais aimé faire une histoire dans laquelle c'est elle la meurtrière.
Mais je l'ai finie l'histoire (je comptais tout recommencer). Je peux te l'envoyer si tu veux. Dis moi juste comment.

Tu pourrais faire copier coller ici?? Parce que je n'arrive pas à envoyer mon adresse mail

Dac, mais c'est long. (Et en anglais, aussi).


The story that I’m going to tell you is a tale. When I say «tale», you imagine a fantastic love story, aren’t you? No. Sorry to break your hope, but this is not a «fantastic love story». Today, I’m going to tell you a tale wich took place for real. We call this «a tale» because many people doesn’t believe in it. Moreover, you’re free to believe in it or not. In this story, there is no love. No joy. No life (well, not many). Notice to sensitive souls. Where to start? Oh, why don’t we begin at the beginning?
«Once upon a time, at the bottom of a dark forest, lived a young man. He didn’t love nobody, that’s why he lived alone. During long and gloomy days, the only people he saw were his maid and his cook. Oh! I forgot: the man was rich and he lived in a gigantic manor, with many rooms (one of wich was condemned) as gloomy as the forest where it was.
The man had never wanted to marry. He said no woman earned him.
His days were haunted by loneliness and boredom. But the man had no idea they were being haunted by something else ...
One night, after take his medicines (he took it all days, but himself didn’t know why) he heard knocking at the door. Opening, he saw a little girl dressed in white. She was barefoot. Long blond curly hair made out her big transparent eyes. The young man asked her: «Are you lost?»
But the little girl didn’t answer. The young man had pity on her, so he asked his maid to take care of her and make her a room.
Three days later, the girl was still in the castle. She would not eat or drink anything. The young man went to see her every day, he asked her questions, but the girl didn’t answer. She did not speak. She just looked him. However, the man clung to her.
At night, while he went to bed, the man heard whispering. The noise coming from the room of the little girl. As he approached, he saw the girl wich talked to the ear of the maid. He said it was a good thing that the girl finally speaks, and he went back to bed.
He had nightmares all night. There were murders. Many murders. Blood covered the floor. There was ... The little girl. And a woman. A very beautiful woman.
He woke up screaming in terror. He was sweating. he stood up and walked to the kitchen to take his medicines (he forgot to take it). After that, he returned to his room. Arrived in the corridor, he swallowed. He saw (really or not?) the little girl, down the corridor, the little girl, dressed in a long white dress, bloodstained. Took fright, he ran to his room and locked the door.
The next day, he heard the shrill scream of his maid. He ran down.
Horror! Screamed the maid. Horror!
The cook lyed on a blood lake, a knife in the heart.
Man suspected the girl from what he had seen during the night. Moreover, she had disappeared. Going into his room, he found on the bed an old photo. There were three people who appeared to be a man, a woman and a child. Their faces were scrawled. The man didn’t know this photo. He thought it belonged to the girl. He searched her all the day, but without success.
He thought all these events very stranges. Maybe because of the little girl? Maybe he was crazy? maybe it was only his imagination? He was sure it wasn’t that. He went to bed, and lokking at the window, he saw two figures in the garden. But... there were only him and the maid in the mansion! Who were they? He recognized the girl. The other person was a woman of ravishing beauty.
When the man arrived in the garden, the two figures were disappeared.
In the night, the man had the same nightmares as the next night. This woman.. These murders... The girl...
He spent the whole next day to think. He realized he had forgotten his past. He didn’t know what his life was like before the arrival of the strange little girl. Only a memory remained him: red. This terrible color. The color of blood.
Since the death of the cook, the housekeeper took care of his meals. He put an ad to hire a new cook, but nobody showed up.
The house smelled terribly bad. It had been a long time, but the smell was getting worse. The man noticed that the smell was coming from the mysterious room condemned. One day, the smell was unbearable, he decided to go and demolished the door. It was a bathroom. It was completely white. Except ... blood stains that were on the floor, near the bath. The man approached. A shiver ran through him. In the bath, there was the body of the little girl, who bathed in the blood.
«Do you understand, now?»
The man turned around and saw the little girl. Or rather .. Her ghost.
«You killed me. You don’t really remember, Dad?»
A woman appeared next to the girl. The woman who was in the garden. The beautiful woman... he was in love. Memories came back to him. This little girl was his daughter. The woman was his wife. Before he had killed them.
«The memories come back, William? It was you doubt that medicines might not always cover your past. Crimes you have committed in killing your family will never leave you. You're alone now. Alone in your remorses. Even the cook, your one and only friend is gone. You killed him too. It remains only .. "
«Master? What happened?!»
«Her.» returned the woman.
«Oh, God, what have I done?» William said, crying.
«Mistakes. Many mistakes. Irreparable mistakes. We will leave you, now. We have done our duty. Now it's up to you to choose what to do with your life. Go to hell, or stay on earth among mortals. Good luck, my love.»
With these words, the only woman who was loved by this criminal disappeared, taking her daughter's hand.»
Thus ends my story. It is said later that the man joined hell, hoping to get rid of these crimes that haunted him. But this may be only a legend. The maid, she has just fled. This, however, is a certainty. Otherwise, how could she told us the story? In my family, we never lie - Did I forget to tell you that this famous maid was my grandmother? -. On that note, good night, dear mortal.

Ca va je vais voir dans google traduction

Hé bin c'est pas mal du tout !!
Je ne m'attendais pas à la fin et ça fait vraiment peur en plus

C'est vrai, t'as aimé?
ce que j'aime pas c'est qu'à la fin toute la vérité est balancée d'un coup... Et la servante elle sert à rien. x)

Oui le fait qu'elle disparaisse comme ça c'est un peu bizarre. Elle pourrait être la complice du tueur. Du genre elle a vu les meurtre mais comme elle est amoureuse de l'homme elle lui donne des médicament pour qu'il oublie et qu'il ne se rende pas à la police??

Aaaaah ouaiiis, c'est trop bien çaaaa!
Tu sais quoi? Je vais le mettre.

Je suis contente de t'avoir aidé. Puis pour la fin l'homme pourrais se tuer et la femme tomber amoureuse d'un autre homme qui tue sa femme et ça finirait comme ça ?

Oh vuii! Ce serait compliqué, mais cool. Ma prof aime bien ce qui est glauque.
j'essaierai de rajouter des trucs dans le milieu, avec des indices, pour faire durer le suspense.
En tout cas merci beaucoup! ^^

De rien tu renverras le texte après??
Et tu me dira les points que tu as eu?

Ouais, bon là je vais surement pas le changer aujourd'hui, je dois réviser mon Brevet blanc (une fois que j'aurai fini d'aller sur Internet.) et oui, dès que j'ai ma note je te tiens au courant.

Ok super. Bin révise bien alors bonne chance

Merci! :3