03/10/2012 Steve Barlow & Steve Skidmore

I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did.

It’s easy to look back and see how it all happened but not so easy to say why.

Maybe it was my fault; maybe it was my stupid friend’s fault. Maybe (and it’s only a small maybe) it was the fault of the person who sent me the letter.

But I suppose it doesn’t really matter now, because it has happened and now I’m in deep, serious trouble.

So while I’m sitting in this room, waiting for someone to come and get me, maybe I can tell you what happened and you can make up your own mind about why it happened and who really is to blame.

It all started on a wet Tuesday morning…


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Comment by Daniel Robinson on October 3, 2012 at 9:31

By Tate Foxell, Holy Trinity Primary School, Wimbledon, UK


… and I think I have an idea of who wrote this confusing letter. I recognize the hand writing. It didn’t look completely clear. I didn’t really understand the letter but I knew what they were trying to say to me. It said ‘danger, danger. Something very bad is going to happen. Hide. Look out.' I’m not that sure what that meant. I’ve been thinking of what might happen all week. Will it happen to me or someone else? When will it happen? Why would I need to hide? What would I need to hide from?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

A few nights ago, I was going up the stairs to get ready for bed. I cleaned my teeth and jumped into my soft, warm and cosy covers. Then, I switched off my light. For some reason I couldn’t get to sleep I kept hearing this banging sound…It freaked me out I wanted to run out of my room to see if my mum was ok.

What if they were hurting my mum! I ran down the stairs to see if my mum was all right. SHE WAS DEAD!...

Comment by Rosie Pike on October 3, 2012 at 10:50

… Blood was oozing out of her crumpled up body; I was paralysed with fear. Rain was pitter pattering on the roof; mist was swirling around outside. In the darkening distance I glimpsed a figure.  Inside I was screaming with agony - there was a constant drumming noise in my ears. The banging started again, but this time it felt closer.

 I fled into the street consumed by complete and utter fear. I knew someone was going to die. I tried to warn everyone, but it was too late. There was a piercing scream emanating from my neighbour’s house. I rushed into the damp and cold dark kitchen. I saw blood and I screamed but it was just red nail varnish that the neighbour had spilt. My head was filled with relief but the banging was still there. I knew the worst was still to come.

I looked up into the mist; I saw the figure again but this time it was nearing. He had a scarred and shrivelled up face. The lights started flickering, every time they did the figure got closer and closer. He disappeared and reappeared in front of me, he pointed his gun at my face…

  By Yasmin Fearon, Edward Holman and Sam Hughes of Bishops Stortford College

Comment by WP Central on October 3, 2012 at 12:00

I looked straight into his eyes, I expected to see hatred but I only saw confusion. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like a life time until he reached into his coat pocket with his other hand and pulled out a mobile phone. I know I should have ran while he spoke in rushed whispers to whoever was at the other end of that phone but I couldn’t, I was frozen in terror.


Minutes later he placed his phone back in his pocket; he looked unsure of himself, almost embarrassed. He muttered to me “I’m sorry, this is for you own good” before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. When he released me the street lights had been replaced by daylight and my street by glass walls. A door glided open and in walked …


Jess: Coaching Team at Renaissance Learning

Comment by Charlotte Barton on October 3, 2012 at 13:46

A tall man with sharp pointy eyes, with a sniper gun in his bloody,puny hand. I got extremely shocked I couldnt even move,it was like I was glued to my spot.I wanted to run away but I was too scared.The mans said "get out of the house or I will kill you!"I quickly ran up to my room and locked the door.I hid under the cover as I heard deep footsteps coming towards my room.The rusty doorknob turned but it couldnt open.Then came a bullet towards me.The mysterious man came in...


He grabbed me roughly by the collar and took me into his dirty tank,and shut the creaky door.I heard more screaming and more bullets and I got really terrified.The man came back and started to drive me somewhere,and I saw my dad and I yelled HELP! My lovely dad saw me but he couldnt do anything,he ran rapidly after me and thats when I knew I couldnt see him again."YOU LITTLE IDIOTS TOOK MY MOTHERS LIFE AWAY,AND NOW I HAVE NO FAMILY!"I still had confusion in my head and I was still frightened. Then I unexpectedly saw that I was going through a mysterious island.It looked very minature but I was no longer afraid,but I will have no fear to stand up to them...


Adina, Francisco, Dorina & Iqra

Globe Academy

Comment by Allison Painich on October 3, 2012 at 15:09
So I grabbed a gun forom the man and pistol whipped him right in the head. I blinked my eyes three times to see if this was a dream, but it wasn't. I looked at my watch to see what time it was. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a man running behind me, so I ran around the island calling for help. I looked behind me and saw the man getting attacked by a bear. I wondered what to do. One side of me said HELP! HELP!, but the other side wanted to let him die. So, that's exactly what I did, let him die. I shot him to make sure he was dead. I saw a helicopter and I screamed for help. No one could hear me.

Tea and Johnny
Good Shepherd School
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

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