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5/3/15 Sally Nicholls http://www.sallynicholls.com

I have a photographic memory. I only have to see something once, and I never forget it.

It’s my party piece. It’s what I always do for school talent shows. I get people from the audience to call out names, dates, strings of numbers, bits of poetry. I write them all on the whiteboard, look at it once, then I get them blindfold me and recite them all back.

It’s something I’ve been able to do all my life. It’s useful for exams, and directions, and shopping lists, although it’s not as useful as people think.

“You should be working for the government or something,” people always said. I just used to laugh.

Until the day I came out of school, and the black car was waiting for me.

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Comment by Katie Thomas on March 5, 2015 at 10:05

I opened my eyes. I don’t remember anything at all. My head was fuzzy and throbbing in pain. What had they done to me? My photographic memory was failing me; I was lying here, in the middle of nowhere. Although I seemed to feel like this was home. It was empty; all I could think of was that I needed to get out of here as fast as I could. But there was no way out, I was trapped. But I heard that screeching noise in my head again, I don’t know what it was, I fell to my knees in pain. It stopped, I couldn’t hear it no more, and I started walking. I don’t know where, just that I need to get somewhere. Everywhere I went, I was met with darkness. It seemed as if my senses were on high alert, finely tuned to pick up any sound around me. A glowing light beckoned me towards it. I had no choice but to succumb to my bodies order to walk. It seemed as if the light was opening up for me, just like a flower does in spring. A lone figure stood there waving its arms frantically...

Zainab, Priya and Mohammed Shariff.

Comment by American School of Milan on March 5, 2015 at 10:51

I squinted my eyes, an attempt to make out the lone figure, who was desperately waving his arms, as a warning of some sort. I could barely make out the figure’s sharp, defined features. I could see its eyes, the color of my fate, gleaming under the beaming light. I knew I something was wrong, the second I met the figure’s panic-stricken face, but my curious thoughts led me the wrong way. I could now distinguish all of characteristics. I was met with his sinister eyes, noticing my every move. I know I should’ve fought curiosity, but I couldn’t help myself. I walked closer to him, my heart was thumping and my eyes were starting to water from the dread I was feeling. His smile reeked of evil, and when he stretched out his hand, I reached out to him and he vanished into thin air and I was met with a blank space with a door at the end of it.

 

Euodia C. and Sofina H.

 

American School of Milan, Italy

 

Comment by Kelly Babbage on March 5, 2015 at 12:03

Was he warning me not to go any further? Was he encouraging me to do something I shouldn’t be doing? My body was being pulled towards the door. My legs seem to have a mind of their own. I watched as my hand stretched out towards the handle; I tried to resist, but it felt like my body was being controlled.  Someone or something was breathing heavily down my neck, forcing me to open the door.   As my hand got closer to the handle, the noises in my head began again. The shrieking was so deafening, yet at the same time, I was able to make out a voice I seemed to recognise. It was frantically telling me not to look back. The noises in my head were intensifying.  Suddenly my fingers numbly gripped at the handle. I couldn’t let go.

I closed my eyes and an image gradually appeared. It became more vivid the longer I kept my eyes shut. Digital numbers that seemed familiar … 64510.

 

Easebourne C. E. Primary

Comment by Alison murtha on March 5, 2015 at 12:57

The numbers suddenly turned into a word, the frightening word...'HELP!' But still I followed the blinding light with and the frantic buzzing noise, it was echoing inside my head. I stepped through the towering doorway but before I could see what was beyond it...I woke up to the muttering of my parents and the beeping of a heart monitor.

I listened to it for ages. I lost all track of time, had it been minutes? Had it been hours?

Suddenly the heart monitors rhythm changed taking me out of my trance. It made a long, loud bleep and everything went black...

Eleanor, Lily, Katie, Tyler and Charlotte F- Cockwood Primary School

Comment by Miss Naomi Flanagan on March 5, 2015 at 13:49

Through the darkness I saw colour, only a small square of blue no bigger than a paper clip. I didn't move... afraid to disturb the silence. After a few minutes the square had grown to the size of an apple. When it grew to the size of a large book I could see that it was not just a square but a room with a man pacing around it. There were only bare blue walls and the simple writing desk.

I waited until it seemed that the room surrounded me and then I took a step forwards...

By Naomi, Emily and Alison- Pershore High School

Comment by J Dennis on March 5, 2015 at 14:31
Every step I took, my breath became shorter and more rapid. I attempted helplessly to control my trembling body. My head was spinning. I was clueless to where i was. ‘Good evening,’ Said the man in a calm, but strangely familiar voice.

Suddenly I felt a rush of courage overcome me to speak out.

‘Where am I?’ I remember asking.

‘That is irrelevant,’ He replied.

‘Who are you?’ I questioned.

Once again he simply responded with ‘That is irrelevant.’

By Alfie and Maia, West Kirby Residential School
Comment by Kelly Babbage on March 5, 2015 at 17:36

Easebourne's writers; Sam M, Sam L, Tom, Callum

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 14:05

  Then I left school. My mum was there waiting for me, as always. I jumped into the back of our Golf, awaiting the arrival of my sweet mother. After what felt like a century, she dived into the car. At the blink of an eye, we were back home. Awaiting me was my somewhat annoying brothers! As soon as I walked through my door, I noticed that my brothers were staring at me. So I walked out of the room as fast as possible. “What are my brothers staring at?” I asked my granddad. He explained to me that they wanted me to bring them to the woods, so I did so. I made sure to bring lots of chicken for us to eat. We started to feel like we were being watched. So, we looked around us for anything suspicious. Nothing. We decided to go to our little cabin. Even though, it was miles away, or it seemed like that anyway. We were awfully tired, but we decided to go ahead and run it. Probably not the best of ideas…

 

By Keeshaan Williams and Lewis Ingham. 

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