Ed 677 Digital Storytelling Participatory Storytelling Assignment

Ti gingerly inserted the last key into the padlock hanging from the rusted hasp. It fit. She turned the key. With a loud click, the padlock disengaged and the door swung ajar with a heaving moan.

Ti stood staring into the darkness and felt the goosebumps raise across her skin.

Why have I been led to this abandoned ghost town?

She paused long enough for her eyes to adjust to the absence of light. At the other end of the room a shape appeared. Ti debated going back but the door slammed shut, trapping her.

The shape began to speak to her, calling her name in a familiar voice.

It cant't be.... Grandma?
Acaba de comenzar, y habrá muchos obstáculos en tu camino, recuerda tu promesa. Go now.

Ti's heart caught in her throat. Her hand instinctively reached out to the woman she had missed for so long. and just like that, she (or IT) was gone.

She began fumbling around the room. Searching for some clue as to where she was, and why. Ti tried the door.

Outside, the Andalusian countryside baked in the hot afternoon sun. She walked away from the building until she was out of its shadow.

She pondered the strange occurrence in the building and wondered if that was really her grandmother or if it was her mind playing tricks.

Just then her phone buzzed. It was a text from her father.

Dad.. please be ok...

She raced down the hill.

Nerves frayed, the shadows of the trees seemed to claw at the road; reaching out as if to pull her into the now sinister woods.

Ti stopped. She had to think. Her father was in trouble. She had come to Spain to find him, but she didn't know where to look.

Ti pulled a scrap of paper from her pocket containing coordinates from her father. She thought it said 38ºN.

Ti typed them into her phone.

Wait... This is just SW of a village for "sale" mentioned in that article!

Her mind scrambled to connect the pieces.

Ti headed back to the Casa do Charambelo. Her search for her father will begin tomorrow.

Ti awoke to the sound of the caretaker making breakfast. Feeling refreshed from a night of sleep she remembers, today is the day.

Today, she finds her father!

Ti gets out her phone and downloads a GPS app.

Using the coordinates from her father's note Ti gets a route straight to the town for sale.

As she rounded the last bend before the Casa comes into view, Ti saw an old lady flagging her down. Should she stop...?

The old lady waved even more vehemently and Ti could see a scrying bowl at the woman's feet.

I knew you'd come!

She motioned for Ti to look into the bowl.

At first Ti saw only her own reflection. Continuing her gaze, ripples appeared followed by an oily sheen.

Ti's patience soon ran out.

I'm sorry, I don't see anything.

The woman motioned back to the bowl.

This time instead of the same oily sheen, Ti saw a figure appear. One that she knew all too well!

¡Papá!

But the figure in the bowl could not hear her. He was looking over his shoulder,

seemingly scared.

Through tear filled eyes she stared into the bowl, desperately searching for a clue as to the location of her father.

As she watches, a masked man shows up.

With quick precision the man grabs her father and cuts his throat.

The mask slips to reveal Ti's brother......

.....Paco.

Did I really see that?

In horror and disbelief Ti returned her gaze into the bowl.

Just then the old woman spoke.

The bowl shows us the future, not the present. What you have seen has not yet happened.

Ti suddenly recalled seeing a statue behind her brother in the vision. She knew where her father was!

She knew where she had to go.

The courtyard of the Lions.

She was now in a race to save her father's life!

Created with images by BarnImages - "locker old rusty" • daniel.stark - "dark room with window" • lorenkerns - "Shadow in a dark room" • tpsdave - "andalusia spain landscape" • 942987 - "witch enchanted black" • legends2k - "What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams." • Celia Chamizo - "untitled image" • antmoose - "lions"

Made with Adobe Slate

Make your words and images move.

Get Slate

Report Abuse

If you feel that this video content violates the Adobe Terms of Use, you may report this content by filling out this quick form.

To report a Copyright Violation, please follow Section 17 in the Terms of Use.