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08/10/2014 Teri Terry http://teriterry.jimdo.com

Scratch. Scratch. The sound pulls me from sleep. I burrow under the blankets, try to ignore it. Scratch, scratch. But I can’t. I sigh, and stretch. I’ll have to get up and let the dog into my bedroom, won’t I? He's not allowed, but Mum and Dad are away tonight. No one will know. Scratch, scratch. I open my eyes, then they snap open wider. Next to me, on the bed? The dog. His eyes stare back at mine, and then at the door. Scratch, scrattttttch....

 

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Comment by WP Central on October 7, 2014 at 18:11

As I pull the warm covers above my head, there is a creaking noise.  The dog jumps up, disappearing in the darkness as the door creaks and shuts gently.  I pull my covers up again as I let out a gasp, and I hear a car pulling up the driveway.  My parents, my parents are home!  I run downstairs forgetting about my dog, wondering about the car.  My feet stop as I see a strange man in the doorway.  He is not my dad.  The man pulls out a phone dialing a number quickly while another man is standing at my door.  The man goes up to the other man and quickly stabs him.  He falls to the ground, and the killer notices me.  He whispers, “You’re next,” as he swirls his finger in the pool of blood beside the dead man.

Andrew, Cameron, Ian, Jake

Lee Junior High

Monroe, Louisiana, USA

Comment by Carola Webber on October 8, 2014 at 0:19

I quickly shut the curtains, lock the windows and the doors on my way upstairs to my room. I look for my phone but then suddenly my heart starts to beat ferociously as I remember where I used my phone last: downstairs in the living room. I quietly open the door and peek downstairs cautiously. I slowly creep down the stairs. As I notice the sound of my ringtone coming from the living room, I crouch and slowly make my way towards the living room. As I enter the living room I see the main door open I say in confusion “ I thought I locked it? “ I walk slowly to the door feeling quite creeped out, my dog bolts outside and starts barking loudly. I run after my dog calling its name, “Sammy!” “Sammy!” Then I hear the door slam shut. I run back to the door, trying to open it. My hands were struggling trying to open the door with the handle. I then cut my hand on the edge of the handle.I thought to myself again “where the hell is that guy?”... “ what about the dead body... the blood?”, “What the..???”

 

Vincent, Adam

Delany College

Sydney, Australia, NSW

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 8, 2014 at 8:56

 

 Sammy growled at the back door, I heard a scuttle in the dead autumn leaves. Quickly I adopted the position I had left, in a ball cowering on the sofa. Gradually the windows kept creaking a fraction wider than before; as I inhaled the breath I regret taking the breath and then my mouth turned icy and dry. There was a silent knock just loud enough for Sammy to keep growling, another two they were getting louder. I covered my head in pillows hoping this breath will not be my last. Once again a car pulled up the drive way it must be my parents, I was too shaken up to check this time.  Three knocks struck like lightning against the window pane. I held a silent breath and wished for this day to come to an end . ‘DAVID…DAVID OPEN THIS DOOR!’  It sounded like drunken auntie Liz, I crept to the clock and saw it was 1.30 in the morning; It couldn’t be her she has the rule of being in bed by 10! knock knock knock the forth knock the door flung open with a dark sinister figure, all went black I let out an ear piercing scream……
Sammy rushed to my side, it was bleeding but until now no one had come in to have cut my side. Smash. Something had dropped, I saw a shadow slyly move towards me he cackled a cold hearted cackle, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, I gasped, it came closer, it reached Into its cloak and…. 

Dulcie Read Lilly Thompson Libby Rhodes 

Great Yarmouth High 

Norfolk England 

Comment by Annalise Taylor on October 8, 2014 at 9:53

He took out a knife with tracks of blood from the man that he stabbed before. He reached closer to me and I was panting, while thinking about death. The robber came close to my ear and whispered, ‘Are you ready?’ However I was not ready to die, as quickly as I could I stood up and I elbowed him. Then I ran as fast as I could with my side bleeding. The only safe place I could think of was the basement. Before doing anything else I locked the basement door. My side was painful, I had to think or to find something to heal it because I could not do anything with this awful pain. So I put a piece of fabric around my stomach and hoped for the best. Then I realised I wasn’t alone. The dead corpse was lying on the ground over a puddle of blood. I took a few steps back, and I had a feeling that I needed to fight against the thief. I needed a weapon so the first thing I could think of was to check in the dead’s man pockets for anything I could use. Surprisingly …

Eugenie and Maise

International Community School, London

Comment by Lyn Brooks on October 8, 2014 at 11:56
There was a gun I saw with my own two eyes, “aaaaaahhh!!!” I screamed with fear. Sammy started barking louder and louder, my heart started to beat as fast as it could and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Suddenly everything went silent and I heard footsteps coming down to the basement. I panicked with fear I didn’t know what to do, I heard the knife against the wall scratch… scratch. I smelt smoke invading my lungs cough… cough, seconds after I heard the fire alarm go off. I knew this day would come to an end. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to my parents, what a disgrace! I felt a phone, I picked it up and rang 999 and all I heard was “beeeeeeep”, there was no help coming… I was alone and I knew it would be my last breath. Something grabbed my shoulder……

Ayman, Michael, Dea, Amaru.

Whitefield school, London
Comment by Nikki Heath on October 8, 2014 at 12:42

“It’s alright love! It’s me, Dad! I hope I didn’t scare you too much! I was locked out, and I remembered the only other way into the house was through the back basement door, but the only way to break down that door was to use a knife that I stole from the restaurant we went to. It still had marks of stake on it. I’m so sorry Jenny!” I was full of fear, and relief at the same time, which makes me think about each feeling all at once too. I couldn’t look at him even though I was so grateful that the drama of death was over.

“Come on, let’s get out of this cobweb room and get into your comfy snuggly bed! I could do with something like that too!” I clung onto his waist as he put me into my thick cosy duvet. It was pitch black and so dark that it wouldn’t make a difference if you shut your eyes, so that’s what I did. I dropped off in a second. I felt safe, and warm, but something felt unsafe and cold inside of me somewhere, but at this moment in time, I couldn’t have cared less. As I woke up, I felt so refreshed and new. I kept my eyes shut, having hope that I’d wake up in my bright room with the sun reflecting on my face onto the desk. I slowly opened my eyelids, and the first thing I saw was a grey ceiling…

By Rose W, Werneth School, Stockport, UK.

Comment by Debbie Baird on October 8, 2014 at 14:03
I looked at the ceiling for a long time. It was familiar but felt so alien I almost couldn’t look at it. I remembered the events of the previous night, they still freaked me out. I couldn’t believe my dad would do that to me. I slowly lifted my head off the pillow to get up but felt something heavy jump onto my chest and I gasped. “Sammy!” the dog licked my face enthusiastically. I pushed Sammy off and got up. I stumbled out of my room, a huge headache a constant reminder of the brain twisting events of the past night; I walked into my father’s room and found him lying in a pool of his own blood I screamed and ran downstairs tripping over some discarded clothes in the near pitch darkness that ensued the closed curtains. The silence in the house was deafening as I picked up the phone and called 999 the operator picked up and stated the normal phrase, I waited for her to be done panic building up in my chest as the picture of my father flashed through my mind over and over again as the operator warbled on in the speaker of the phone. Finally it got through and I cried down the phone as I exclaimed”...

Tai Sharpe
West Kirby Residential School
Comment by Linda Thiebaud on October 8, 2014 at 16:08

"THERE IS A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE! HE KILLED MY DAD AND AND A STRANGER TOO!" The operator says " It's okay, we're sending the police right now" Little did he know the operator is working for the murderer. The boy paced around the house, waiting for the police to come. Meanwhile at the police station, the operator was mumbling about the child's death. The police questioned the address, the operator said nothing until she was threatened. More police came in to handle her, while the other police sped right to the house. When the police arrived they rushed to the door, afraid they were to late, they smashed down the door. The murderer is about to stab the child when the police rushed into the room...

Abby and Ethan

Christa McAuliffe  

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