Dead things can sound alive when they choose to. Dead things can move around.
At first nothing woke fourteen-year-old Elliott. Tucked up warmly in bed, he failed to notice the mysterious sounds. He didn’t hear the eerie whispered rhymes. Or the sighs. Or the footsteps. Those footsteps came lightly and swiftly towards him – someone or something running incredibly fast up the carpeted stairs of the old house. His visitor, at long last, was on its way back towards the living.
Quietly, wrapped in its own hush, it pressed against the cold of the walls, deeply excited. It swept around lamps. It wrapped its death inside shadows. It rarely came in a straight line. It came in impossible ways. Floors are not only to be walked upon by feet, one in front of another.

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Comment by Sarah Love Mandurah Cath Coll WA on October 13, 2010 at 7:01
Elliot awoke, his mind he thought was tricking him. Being fourteen, Elliot didn’t believe what he imagined was a ghost, instead just things his mind did. It’s cold breath pressed against his face. Elliot immediately jumped up, his eyes drawn to the fading shadow, the soft footsteps coming from the creaking stairs. The sound faded and Elliot fell back asleep, with one eye open, and a mind buzzing with thoughts. Elliot heard a voice that he thought was his mothers. His faced turned white and the word’s “Mother?” slipped from his lips. Elliot hesitated to move, eventually jumping from his bed eagerly running down the stairs into the hallway, when he stopped in his tracks, the apparition appearing before his eyes…

Brandon and Curtis Mandurah Catholic College
Comment by Sue Parr on October 13, 2010 at 8:50
It appeared in a blinding glow, like torches being shone into your eyes. Elliot looked closer and saw a shiny silhouette of a person within that glow. He blinked. No, this was not a dream because the shiny glow still remained. “Mother?” he repeated. Now he could just about see the angelic, curled hair, the baby-soft skin, the sky blue eyes, the pale complexion, the long, below-shoulder-length blonde hair... it was his mother. “Yes?” whispered something from all around him. It didn’t look or sound like his mother, his long dead mother but more like the echoes you find in caves.

by Natasha and Harriet, Heathfield School
Comment by Liz Bridge on October 13, 2010 at 9:37
Elliot wanted to say some thing like “Are you really my mother” But the words never came out of his bone dry mouth. “Come to me my son” she said in a silent voice but as he drew closer she started to fade. “Mother!” Elliot shouted “Follow me…” she said and the hallway started to twist “And you will find out how I died” He started to see a vortex come out of nowhere. His mother went in to it. And he stepped in with her. The inside of the vortex was ice cold and he could see bad things happening around him and suddenly he was there. In the same house but 13 years ago. He saw his mother and his father bringing boxes into the house. Elliot realised they had just bought the house. He had just enough time to turn around and see the moving van with his mother in it explode…

By Rowan and Harry, Warblington School
Comment by Lynda Marett, CTK Preston on October 13, 2010 at 11:09
BANG! The van exploded so loud that it made every house on the street rattle and shake. Elliot’s mother cried “Did you see what happened to me, my son.” When Elliot saw his mother’s face, scars and burn marks could be seen all over her once perfect face. Elliot was wondering how that happened and asked his mother frantically “How did it happen, how did the van explode? Who would want to kill you?” Elliot’s mother looked at him in despair, tears were dripping from her eyes but all Elliot wanted to know was how the van exploded...

By Hamzah Atcha and Zain Bokhari, Christ the King Catholic Maths and Computing College, Lancashire, Preston
Comment by Nicola McNee on October 13, 2010 at 12:14
“Clive...” she murmured, Elliot looked at her in surprise,
“What do you mean?” Elliot asked,
“Just come with me and you’ll soon find out.”
Seconds later they were looking above the scene of their old house where Elliot’s parents were loading up the van, as they went into the house to pick up some more boxes to load into the van a tall bearded man dressed in a black tracksuit clambered into the back of the van . Quickly he jumped out of the van unnoticed by Elliot’s parents and everyone around the small village. Elliot’s usual tanned face turned chalk white as he watched from above, his body shaking like jelly.
“Who is he and what does he have do with your accident?” Elliot asked curiously,
“Elliot, he did it, he planted the bomb in the back of the van he wanted to kill me!” she explained.

By Francesca Kenyon and Kate Woodcock at Kingswood school, Bath
Comment by Craig Martin on October 13, 2010 at 12:43
"I just don't understand why" exclaimed Elliot, "It makes no sense, why would a terrorist target you? What have you done?"
"There are several things I need to tell you", Elliot's mother said with a sigh.
"There are many things which happened before you were born... Odd things... events which I never wanted to tell you about, for your own sake, but I think now is the time for me to explain a few things to you. Well the best I can given the circumstances".
Elliot suddenly felt a sense of inner despair as he heard these chilling words. Just what was his Mother going to tell him which was to make his life change even more than it had already..... He had so many questions. Who was Clive? What had really happened all those years ago? What danger could he find himself in the future?
When his Mother told finally told him, he was left wide-eyed, totally stunned and astonished by her words....

Craig Martin, e-Learning Manager, Suffolk One
Comment by Chris Tatton on October 13, 2010 at 13:53
Elliot was left completely baffled. Those words were racing around in his head; he just didn’t know how to take it. If only his mum was still alive. A tear of despair trickled down his cheek. This was the only time he had felt true emotion, his whole life was swept behind him, nothing would ever been the same. It was as if his life was a book, and someone had torn 1,000 pages out of it. Leaving his life empty and no future ahead. No goals to reach. Nothing. His life was pointless there was no point having a childhood if he knew it would disappear in front of his eyes. He might as well end it now.
Without a mother there was no hope of a life full of love and affection, for that is what a mother is for.
So many experiences of his were lost in time, swirling in a universe of their own zooming past stars and galaxies. There was no hope of finding them now. They were lost, going in a continuous line never stopping for breath. A lifetime wasted away by losing his mother so long ago, then seeing her again with no hope of her staying by his side.
He thought all this in a second and before he knew it his mum had vanished into thin air. He could feel the vortex pulling him out. He landed on his bed with a thump.

Nicole Clutterbrook and Nimrah Khan
West Craven High Technology College
Comment by Allison Painich on October 13, 2010 at 15:55
As Elliot stood there, tears descending down his cheek, he realized he has seen that man before. In his own house, then suddenly he hears footsteps on the old, creaky wooden floor. Then, a quick shadow darts by. Elliot turns around, and then he hears a "click." Elliot gasps, wide-eyed and astonished, he sees a tall man in dark clothing. He suddenly feels the cold point of the gun pointed at his forehead. Elliot's mother hears the click of the trigger, then she screams, "Nooooooooo!!!!" BANG...

By: Evan, Miguel, Pablo
PS 319 Washington Heights, Manhatten, New York

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