The ghostly village. Traditional stories in English for children

We present this traditional story in English for your children to learn while playing. A story about an enchanted village narrated in English so you can teach this language to your children. A fun story in English that you can read to your children so they can learn English while having fun. Traditi

We present this traditional story in English for your children to learn while playing. A story about an enchanted village narrated in English so you can teach this language to your children.

A fun story in English that you can read to your children so they can learn English while having fun. Traditional stories are ideal for teaching English to children in a simple and instructive way.

The ghostly village. Stories in English.

The night was rainy; a big storm was falling on the sea. The waves were enormous and the fog was thick. The ships rocked one side to the other as marionettes.

Suddenly, an awful creaking was heard in the darkness. A big cloud of smoke was seen in the distance and an intense odor could be noticed in the air. Everybody was wondering what had happened.

A ship had rang around the shore and had split part of the petrol it carried. Abig black stainspreaded on the water, as a big black cloack which had the sea gone into mourning. The smell of petrol was each time stronger and mixed with the freshness of the breeze each sunset near the beach. Charles and Anne used to go watching the stars. When they felt that freedom that only those who had not been their ideals felt. They were the children of a fisher and lived in a humble white house very near from the cliff.

The fishers had recently had problems to fish, fishing was not very good. Now, it would be worse, there would not be anything in many time. Fishers will not be seen carrying fish to the harbor. They could not be said goodbye as it was usual. Now they will go to far, to be able to live.

The village became a village without people. Aghostly village. Just a few women and children remained there. Men and young people went to look for a job and came back once in a while to see their families. At nightfall, a few lights, brought the village back to existence.

But from the cliff the view was not the same, it seemed that even the breeze had changed of place. The air smell of petrol and the sea's calm had turned to a terrible anguished seeing how the life was being destroyed. Dead fishes floated and all was devastating. The few people who stayed, started to rebuild and cleaned all that had been damaged.

Some years passed until the village returned to normal. Some of who had left returned and the boats returned to the harbor. Hope was born again with the fear that the story would repeat.