Приближается Хэллоуин, а значит самое время начинать читать страшные истории про духов, привидения и призраков. Сегодня предлагаем прочитать легенду о происхождении тыквы-фонаря, самого главного атрибута праздника. Эту тыкву-фонарь еще называют фонарь Джека. Кстати, первоначально словом Jack-o-Lantren называли блуждающие огни на болотах (ignis fatuus) . По мере приближения к ним они отдалялись, и ходило поверье, что это души отвергнутых у врат ада скитаются по земле в поисках пристанища, освещая себе дорогу тыквой, в которой лежит кусок угля от адского пламени.

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An Irish Legend about Jack-o-Lantern (Легенда о тыкве-фонаре)

According to an Irish tale, an old man named Jack was scurrying home along a country road when the devil sud­denly appeared beside him. Jack knew the devil had come to claim his soul, for he had been a stingy, mean, and selfish man. As the two walked along, they came to a tree heavy with big, red apples.

«Wouldn’t an apple taste good right now?» Jack sug­gested to the devil.

«They’re fine looking apples, for sure,» said the devil. «But they all grow too high for me to reach.»

«Then stand on my shoulders.» Jack said. «Surely you’ll be able to reach them, then.»

So the devil climbed up onto Jack’s shoulders, swung himself onto a branch of the tree, and began picking the biggest, the reddest fruit he could find. Suddenly, Jack whipped out his pocket knife and carved the sign of the cross on the tree trunk. That made it impossible lor the devil to climb down out of the tree.

«Get me down from here,» cried the devil, «and I won’t claim your soul for ten years!»

But Jack was far too smart to fall for that. «I’ll let you down only if you promise NEVER to claim my soul,» he said. And the devil, desperate to get down, agreed.

But Jack wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. Before the next Halloween, his body wore out, and his soul needed a place to rest. He was turned back from the gates of heaven because of his stingy, mean ways on earth. When he got to hell, the devil shouted, «Go away! You tricked me into promising I’d never claim your soul. I must keep my word. You cannot enter into hell!»

«But where then shall I go?» Jack asked.

«Back from where you came,» the devil replied.

«I’ll never find my way back to earth in the dark,» Jack cried. So the devil threw him a chunk of coal from the very furnaces of hell. Jack caught the glowing ember and placed it inside a turnip he was gnawing on. He has been wander­ing around the earth with this first jack-o’-lantern in search of a resting place ever since!

Легенда о старом Джеке и тыкве-фонаре (страшная история на английском языке с переводом на русский язык)

В одной старой ирландской легенде говорится, что однажды старик Джек торопился домой по проселочной дороге, как вдруг дьявол преградил ему путь. Джек был скрягой, ничего хорошего людям в жизни не делал, только о себе всегда думал. Увидев дьявола, он понял, что тот пришел за его душой. Пошли они вместе. Вскоре они подошли к яблоне, которая была усыпана большими спелыми яблоками. Джек захотел задобрить дьявола и спросил, не хочет ли он попробовать сочных красных яблок. Дьявол сказал, что не против, но яблоки висят очень высоко и ему их не достать. «Ну, тогда встань ко мне на плечи и достанешь», -предложил Джек.

Писатели в жанре ужаса:

• Стивен Кинг
• Джоан Роулинг
• Стефани Майер
• Уилбур Смит
• Брем Стокер

Рубрики

• Вампиры
• Оборотни
• Маньяки
• Убийцы
• Инопланетяне
• Чужие
• Мутанты
• и др.

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• Паранормальное явление
• Чужие
• Человек-паук
• Пираньи
• Сияние
• Сумерки
• Легенда о динозаврах
• Комодо
• и др.

The First Kiss

It was a beautiful starry night. They were walking down the silent street. The city was sleeping. They could hear only their own steps and voices. They were young. They were beautiful . They were in love. They seemed to be happy and they really were.

They were dating for about a week. She met him six days ago. He was handsome, strong and very smart. She fell in love from the first glance at his face. He looked like a man of her dream. She was happy and a little afraid of him. She was afraid of losing him. He seemed to be so perfect and so strong. He was self-confident and there was nothing in the whole world he could be afraid of. But she was an ordinary girl, nice but not very beautiful, slim but not very attractive. "Why has he chosen me?" - she asked herself.

He liked her. She was a pretty girl, a little naive, a little clumsy, sometimes - funny, sometimes - silly. But she loved him. He knew this. He was older and more experienced. He was a good pretender. He told her that he loved her, but his feelings were not strong. She was just a new sweet toy for him.

This night he had a special plan. It was a night of their fir st kiss. He wasn"t in a hurry - he had planned everything. And now he was ready He looked at her. She was telling about her favourite book. Her eyes were shining, her voice was trembling. He stopped. He turned to her. He took her both hands. He looked in her eyes. He whispered - "Come closer". She did. She closed her eyes. She felt his breathing. His lips were somewhere near here. They touched hers...

It was a sweet kiss. It was a long kiss. It was their first kiss.

It was the last kiss for him.

Five minutes later he was lying on the ground breathless.

Good bye, my sweet handsome boy, I loved you so much - said she, wiping off his tasty warm blood from her lips.

Black Vodka

(story for adults)

One man liked to drink vodka. He drank vodka every evening. His wife didn"t like it. She didn"t know how to make him quit it. She tried a lot of things, but he drank again and again. Nothing could stop it. But she didn"t want him to drink and was ready to do everything for this.

After a plenty of failures she went to a famous woman for help. This woman was some kind of sorcerer. The sorcerer asked what exactly this woman wanted from her husband.

I want him to stop drinking vodka. I want him to love me every night. And I want to have a baby.

I see. You should do three things, they can seem strange, but don"t mix anything. Your husband will change. Will you admit it? Do you really want him to change?

Yes, I do! I will love him if he is changed.

He can be VERY changed.

I"m sure he"ll be better without vodka, and he"ll be happy to love me and to have children.

All right. Let"s get started. To stop him to continue drinking you must make the evening vodka black - put black ink into it, you must put a fat cockroach into the bottle. And if you want him to love you much - add one drop of your blood inside.

The woman rushed home, she did everything as she had been told.

When the husband was back home, he was surprised to get vodka from his own wife. Without asking he drank it and didn"t feel anything strange.

After 10 minutes he was sleeping deeply. She went to sleep too, expecting a happy life ahead.

She was awaken at night. Somebody was above her breathing hard.

She switched on a night lamp to see her husband.

Then there was a loud scream and she fainted.

Her husband was really changed.

He was ...

A huge cockroach.

THE STUPID MORAL OF THIS STORY IS LET THE MEN DRINK.

A hamster

Once we bought a hamster.

When we bought him, the seller said: "This hamster has a wonderful habit. He knows where he lives. While you are alive he will find you anywhere. You are his new master. And never change his sleeping box - he won"t like it."

He was so nice creature. He was small and funny. I liked to play with him very much. I liked him. He liked me. He could find his cage from any part of our big house. It was amazing. And he liked to sleep in the little dark sleeping box. It looked like a little coffin.

I often took him in my arms. He was so cute and fragile.

Once he bit me a little. It was nothing. I was bleeding for a second, it was one tiny drop of blood.

I didn"t pay any attention to this.

Next day he bit me again. Harder. Then - again. It happened every day. He was beating everyone. We decided to go to a vet with him, with our ex-nice hamster.

The vet told us: "Don"t worry. I"ll watch him and give him medicine. Come tomorrow. Everything will be all right."

We came next day.

The veterinary station seemed to be empty. We went to the room where we left our pet yesterday.

There was a piece of paper with a note: "It"s strange. The hamster must be a vampire. Need to be careful."

Then we heard a noise ahead. We looked into the folding screen and we saw ... the vet. Dead. In the pool of blood.

In shock we rushed home. We closed all doors and windows. We were scared and didn"t know what to do.

We needed to be in a safe peaceful place.

Then I remembered: "While you are alive he will find you anywhere."

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The child and his mother

A curious child asked his mother: “Mommy, why are some of your hairs turning grey?”

The mother tried to use this occasion to teach her child: “It is because of you, dear. Every bad action of yours will turn one of my hairs grey!”

The child replied innocently: “Now I know why grandmother has only grey hairs on her head.”

Перевод:

Ребенок и его мать

Любопытный ребенок спрашивает свою маму: «Мамочка, почему некоторые волосы у тебя на голове становятся серыми?»

Мать попыталась воспользоваться ситуацией и дать урок своему чаду: «Это все из-за тебя, дорогой. Каждый твой плохой поступок делает один мой волосок седым!»

Ребенок невинно ответил: «Теперь я знаю, почему у бабушки на голове только седые волосы».

Wrong email address

A couple going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife would meet him the next day.

When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email.

Unfortunately, when typing her address, he mistyped a letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.

When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:

Dearest Wife,
Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

P.S. Sure is hot down here.

Перевод:

Неправильный e-mail

Пара отправляется в отпуск, но жена едет с деловой целью, поэтому муж первым приехал на место, а жена встретила его на следующий день.

Когда он добрался до отеля, то решил оправить жене быстрое элетронное письмо.

К сожалению, когда он набирал ее адрес, он пропустил букву, и его письмо ушло вместо его жены к пожилой жене священника, муж которой скончался как раз день назад.

Когда скорбящая вдова проверяла электронную почту, она взглянула один раз на монитор, издала крик ужаса и упала на пол в глубоком обмороке.

Услышав этот звук, родственники бросились к ней в комнату и увидели записку на экране:

Дорогая жена,
Только что разместился. Все готово для твоего завтрашнего прибытия.

П. С.: Здесь жарко.

Will’s experience at the airport

After his return from Rome, Will couldn’t find his luggage in the airport baggage area. He went to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that his bags hadn’t shown up on the carousel.

She smiled and told him not to worry because they were trained professionals and he was in good hands.

Then she asked Will, “Has your plane arrived yet?”

Перевод:

Случай с Уиллом в аэропорту

После возвращения из Рима Уилл не мог найти свой багаж в багажном отделении аэропорта. Он пошел в бюро находок и сказал женщине, работающей там, что его сумки так и не появились на карусели.

Она улыбнулась и сказала ему, чтобы он не беспокоился, потому что у них работают профессионалы, и он в надежных руках.

Потом она спросила: «Ваш самолет уже прилетел?»

Clever kids

A police officer found a perfect hiding place for watching for speeding motorists.

One day, the officer was amazed when everyone was under the speed limit, so he investigated and found the problem.

A 10 years old boy was standing on the side of the road with a huge hand painted sign which said “Radar Trap Ahead.”

A little more investigative work led the officer to the boy’s accomplice: another boy about 100 yards beyond the radar trap with a sign reading “TIPS” and a bucket at his feet full of change.

Перевод:

Умные детки

Офицер полиции нашел идеальное скрытое место для наблюдения за автомобилистами, превышающими скорость.

Однажды офицера поразил тот факт, что все автомобилисты ехали на скорости, ниже установленного лимита. Он провел расследование и выявил проблему.

Десятилетний мальчик стоял на обочине с большой табличкой в руках, на которой было написано: «Впереди ловушка для автолихачей».

Дальнейшая исследовательская работа привела офицера к соучастнику мальчика: он увидел еще одного паренька, стоявшего в 100 ярдах позади полицейского с радаром, рядом была табличка с надписью «Чаевые» и ведро у его ног, заполненное мелочью.

Mouthology

A Professor was traveling by boat. On his way he asked the sailor:

“Do you know Biology, Ecology, Zoology, Geography, physiology?

The sailor said no to all his questions.

Professor: What the hell do you know on earth. You will die of illiteracy.

After a while the boat started sinking. The Sailor asked the Professor, do you know swiminology & escapology from sharkology?

The professor said no.

Sailor: “Well, sharkology & crocodilogy will eat your assology, headology & you will dieology because of your mouthology.

Перевод:

Болтология

Профессор путешествовал на лодке. Во время пути он спросил моряка:

«Вы знаете биологию, экологию, зоологию, географию, психологию?»

Моряк отвечал «Нет» на все его вопросы.

Профессор: Что тогда вы вообще знаете? Вы же умрете от неграмотности.

Через какое-то время лодка начала тонуть. Моряк спросил профессора, знает ли плавалогию, спасениелогию и акулологию.

Профессор сказал нет.

Моряк: «Ну, тогда акулология и крокодилология съест вашу задологию, головологию, и вы умрете от болтологии».

Captain

A navy captain is alerted by his First Mate that there is a pirate ship coming towards his position. He asks a sailor to get him his red shirt.

The captain was asked, “Why do you need a red shirt?”

The Captain replies, “So that when I bleed, you guys don’t notice and aren’s discouraged.” They fight off the pirates eventually.

The very next day, the Captain is alerted that 50 pirate ships are coming towards their boat. He yells, “Get me my brown pants!”

Перевод:

Капитан

Капитан военно-морского флота предупредил своего первого помощника о том, что к ним направляется пиратский корабль. Он попросил матроса достать ему красную футболку.

Капитана спросили: «Зачем вам красная футболка?»

Капитан ответил: «Когда я буду истекать кровью, вы, ребята, этого не заметите и не будете бояться».

В конце концов они победили пиратов.

На следующий же день капитан объявил тревогу о том, что 50 пиратских кораблей приближаются к их лодке. Он закричал: «Принесите мне мои коричневые штаны!»

Elephant

The class teacher asks students to name an animal that begins with an “E”. One boy says, “Elephant.”

Then the teacher asks for an animal that begins with a “T”. The same boy says, “Two elephants.”

The teacher sends the boy out of the class for bad behavior. After that she asks for an animal beginning with “M”.

The boy shouts from the other side of the wall: “Maybe an elephant!”

Перевод:

Слон

Учительница просит учеников назвать животное, начинающееся с «E». Один мальчик сказал «Elephant» (слон).

Затем учительница попросила назвать животное, начинающееся с буквы «T». Тот же самый мальчик сказал: «Two elephants» (два слона).

Учительница выгнала мальчика из класса за плохое поведение. После этого она попросила назвать животное, начинающееся на «M».

Мальчик крикнул по ту сторону стены: «Maybe an elephant!» (Может быть, слон).

My Daughter Learned to Count

My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. “Guess how old I’m going to be next month.”

“I don’t know, beauty,” I said as I slipped on my glasses. “How old?”

She smiled and held up four fingers.

He Stood Against My Window

I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move. I froze and watched him looking at me through the glass.

Oh, please, no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.

Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.

What’s in the basement?

Mommy told me never to go into the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

“Yeeeeeeeees?“

When I was a child my family moved into a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.

I called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing song voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn’t know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother’s presence always does.

Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call “Sweetie, are you home?” in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know what it was, but it was staring at me.

All I saw was red

I checked into a small hotel. It was late and I was tired. I told the woman at desk that I wanted a room. She gave me the key and said, “One more thing - there is one room without a number on your floor and it is always locked. Don’t even peek in there.” I took the key, went into my room and tried to sleep. Night came and I heard trickling of water. I could not sleep, so I opened my door and went into the hall. The sound was coming from the room with no number. I pounded on the door. No response. I looked into the keyhole and saw nothing except red. Water was still trickling. I went down to the front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She looked at me and told me the story. There was woman in there. She was murdered by her husband. Her skin was all white, except for her eyes, which were red.

В одной темной-темной комнате… Приготовьте свои фонарики, потому что наступила главная зловещая ночь года, когда принято рассказывать и читать самые пугающие истории.

Чтобы как следует испугаться на Хэллоуин, не обязательно читать длинные рассказы с обилием деталей и действующих лиц. Порой хватает всего двух предложений и абсолютно непредсказуемого поворота сюжета, чтобы по спине поползли мурашки.

В канун Дня всех святых мы перевели самые жуткие и рекордно короткие страшные истории на английском - поверьте, в ближайшую ночь вы точно будете спать с включенным светом.

• I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”

Я укладываю его спать, а он говорит мне: «Папочка, проверь, нет ли у меня монстров под кроватью». Ради забавы я заглядываю под кровать и вижу его, другого его, прямо под кроватью, который с ужасом смотрит на меня, дрожит и шепчет: «Папочка, там кто-то у меня на кровати».

• Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.

Прошлой ночью друг в спешке вытащил меня из дома, чтобы мы успели на выступление группы на разогреве на музыкальном вечере в местном баре. После нескольких рюмок до меня дошло, что у меня в кармане нет телефона. Я проверил столик, за которым мы сидели, барную стойку, туалеты, и так ничего и не обнаружив, позвонил на свой телефон с телефона друга. После двух гудков кто-то снял трубку, издал негромкий хриплый смешок и сбросил звонок. Больше на звонки никто не отвечал. В конце концов я махнул рукой на это гиблое дело и отправился домой. Мой телефон лежал на прикроватной тумбочке, точно на том месте, где я его оставил.

• Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet, but never look up, she hates being seen.

Не бойся монстров, просто попытайся их обнаружить. Посмотри налево, направо, под кроватью, за комодом, в шкафу. Только не смотри наверх, она не любит, когда на неё смотрят.

• Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighborhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.

Малышка Эмили пропала в прошлом году. Сейчас в моем районе меняют покрытие на тротуарах, и я обнаружил её имя, которое кто-то написал в память о ней на сыром цементе. Но оно было написано наоборот. И откуда-то снизу.

• You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying, “Don’t go down there, darling, I heard it too.”

Ты слышишь, что мама зовет тебя на кухню. Но когда ты спускаешься по лестнице, ты вдруг слышишь шепот из чулана: «Не ходи туда, дорогой, я тоже это слышала».

• I watched as my soon to be father-in-law held his daughter’s hand as he walked down the aisle. Tears streamed down his face as the wedding march that played in the background reminded him that, in a few minutes, he would be watching me hold his daughter’s hand and slipping on her ring. He walked up to the altar and I took hold of her hand, grinning from ear to ear. It was the happiest day of my life. My bride’s father got down on his knees and started begging. “Please, I did what you asked. Just please give my daughter back.” I glared at him. “Shut up and stop ruining the moment. If you sit back down and enjoy the ceremony, maybe I’ll tell you where I’ve hidden the rest of her body.”

Я смотрел на то, как мой будущий тесть держал руку своей дочери и шел по проходу к алтарю. По его лицу катились слезы, потому что свадебный марш, который играл на заднем плане, напоминал ему о том, что через несколько минут уже он будет смотреть, как я держу руку его дочери и надеваю кольцо на её палец. Он подошел к алтарю, и я, широко улыбаясь, взял её руку. Это самый счастливый день в моей жизни. Отец моей невесты вдруг встал на колени начал умолять меня: «Пожалуйста, я сделал всё, о чём ты просил. Пожалуйста, просто верни мне мою дочь». Я бросил на него свирепый взгляд. «Закрой рот и не порть мне момент. Если ты сейчас расслабишься и насладишься церемонией, тогда я, может быть, скажу тебе, где я спрятал остальные части её тела».

• I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move. I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass. Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window. I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.

Я не знаю, что заставило меня поднять глаза, но когда я посмотрел туда, я увидел его. Он стоял, прижавшись лицом к оконному стеклу. Он упирался любом в стекло, у него были спокойные глаза и губы, накрашенные красной помадой и растянутые в улыбке. И он просто стоял у окна. Моя жена спала наверху, мой сын был в колыбели, а я не мог пошевелиться. Я оцепенел и смотрел, как он смотрит в окно, словно мимо меня. О нет, пожалуйста, не надо. Его улыбка не дрогнула, но он поднял руку и провел ей по стеклу, смотря прямо на меня. Со своими спутанными волосами, желтой кожей и лицом в окне. Я не мог ничего поделать. Я мог только оставаться там, парализованный, стоя в кустах, которые я подрезал, смотря в окно своего дома. В котором стоял он.

• There"s nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it"s 3am. And you live alone.

Нет ничего лучше смеха младенца. Только не в 3 часа ночи. И когда ты живешь один.

• The deepest point of the ocean bed is 10,916 metres beneath the surface. According to our equipment, we should have reached it three kilometers ago.

Глубочайшая точка океанского дна расположена в 10916 метрах от поверхности. Если верить нашим приборам, мы должны были достичь её три километра назад.

• I woke up to hear strange knocking on glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.

Я проснулся от странного стука по стеклу. Сначала я думал, что это окно, пока в зеркало не постучали ещё раз.

• My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and beg her to stop, but it doesn’t help.

Моя дочка всё время плачет и кричит посреди ночи. Я прихожу на её могилу и умоляю её прекратить, но это не помогает.

• “I can’t sleep”, she whispered, crawling into bed next to me. I woke up shivering and clutching the dress she was buried in.

«Я не могу заснуть», - прошептала она, забираясь в постель рядом со мной. Я проснулся, дрожа и прижимая к себе платье, в котором её похоронили.

• “Welcome to your new house”, said the agent as he left, handing me the keys. As I turned to close the door, I heard a child laugh and say, “Welcome indeed”.

«Добро пожаловать в ваш новый дом», - сказал агент по недвижимости, отдавая мне ключи. Когда я закрывал за ним дверь, детский голос засмеялся и сказал: «О да, добро пожаловать».

• He took the little girl with the promise of sweets. They found the body a few days later, ripped to shreds, but they never found his head.

Он заманил маленькую девочку, пообещав ей сладости. Тело обнаружили несколько дней спустя, разорванное в клочья, но его голову так и не нашли.