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02/10/2012 Eleanor Updale http://www.eleanorupdale.co.uk/

I remember that we were laughing.  I know we weren't looking where we were going, but why should we have expected anything to go wrong?  We took that shortcut every day.  We always threw our school bags over the wall and then climbed over after them.  I was already dropping down on the other side when I realised that I’d heard a splash.  Where there used to be solid ground, there was water, and I couldn't stop myself falling in....

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Comment by Stefany Anne on October 2, 2012 at 2:53

Garden International School – Bethany Watson and Bhavika Chawla

 

  “I landed in the freezing icy water with a thump…”

“Hang on a second, a thump?” Pardon my bratty little sister, Mary-Ann; she just has no concept of a good horror story.

“It’s for dramatic effect, you twit. All the best stories have them.” I retorted! Wait, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Henrietta Jones Archibald the third. Yes I know it is a super long name but what do you except from a brave, courageous, stunningly beautiful, one hundred and forty-three centimeters, ten year old girly girl! NOT! Ugly, rude and definitely not girly are the perfect three phrases to describe me.

Anyway, back to the story, “Get me out of here”, I screamed at the top of my lungs, as the water started to engulf me, drowning me within its icy clutches…’

“Henrietta, stop it right NOW!”

Oops, forgot that I was telling a bed –time story. Better shut me gob before I get into trouble. I’ll just carry on anyway it won’t do any harm to anyone.  Or so I thought. Before you read the rest of this tragic tale, let me set things straight. It was not my fault that all the following events happened, just purely a coincidence. By the way, I am NOT the snotty little creature that Henrietta calls me. I just managed to access her diary. Uh-oh, she’s coming. Got to go! Sorry about that I just had to pop around to the toilet! Getting back to the story…..

 “I lost my consciousness. Too much was happening. First, a puddle tried to drown me, then, a really ugly fellow cracked a wicked, toothy grin. Turns out his name were Crackjaw. Suits him. He dragged me out of the sticky mess I got into. I have no idea what happened next. One minute someone was saving my life the next minute I was in a dark place with very little oxygen for me to breathe in! My first thought was that I was kidnapped; however, some light was let into this dark, gloomy place which wasn’t that gloomy anymore!  My guess was that someone had tied me up, and dragged me here after I was released from the strange, sticky capsule. The thing is, what did they want with me? I had no idea who supposedly tried to save me. I had no idea where I was! All I knew that I was lost, with nowhere to run. “HELP”…

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 2, 2012 at 9:51

All I hear is bats mocking me, as their every move ricochets the whole cave, “Bats can’t talk?! “Oh be quite Mary-Ann, your voice is like spikes in my ears, anyway lets carry on with MY? Horror story”

I see a shadow; it towers over me like a skyscraper, my heart thuds, it’s trying its best to Jump out of my chest. The shadow Turns into a ghastly figure, at this moment I feel my blood boiling, I feel like I’m starting to melt!, Everything around me caves In like and avalanche, I’m drowning in my sweat, as I close my eyes all I can hear is heaving footsteps getting closer and closer... “You can’t drown-” “oh put a sock in it Mary-Ann, No one cares for your opinion specially me.” I can feel the figures breathe on my face; it burns as it hits my face, I slowly open my eyes! The shadow moves backwards, like I’m a bomb about to go off, and all I can see in the shadows is a cracked smile…

 

Comment by WP Central on October 2, 2012 at 10:51

Karli and Brandon, Great Yarmouth High School

Comment by Tricia Oyston on October 2, 2012 at 10:52

Suddenly, a sack was pulled over my head. Musty smells invaded my senses and I struggled to breathe in the small space. A hand pulled me up roughly, holding onto my shoulder with a vice like grip, chilling me to the core.  The eerie silence was broken by the sound of a cough, the type used when you’re trying to get somebody’s attention. My breath caught in my throat as I waited to hear what my captor had to say.  His voice was silky and deep and cut though me like a knife, I had a feeling that –

“Come on get to what he said already!” My sister screeched, dragging her legs forward so she was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her eyes were wide as she listened intently to what I was saying.

That’s a change.

I sighed in annoyance, glaring at the red-head devil in front of me. “Well, I was just getting to that, before I was so RUDELY interrupted” I emphasised, repositioning myself and readying to re-enter the world I had created just minutes earlier.

I had a feeling that something bad was looming, something that could possibly change my life for ever.

The man began to speak…

By Lucy  B, Eleanor T, and Giz E – Sheffield High School

Comment by Paula Ward on October 2, 2012 at 11:58

“My name is Barnibus. Barnibus Sprout.”

He had a gruesome scar creeping across his face like ivy, and a crooked smile, twisted, evil - this wasn’t a man trying to help me.

“I’ve waited a long time for this day to arrive; I’ve been observing your every move. I noticed you take that path with your friend. Shame she couldn’t join us.”

His laugh pierced my ears. I didn’t dare breathe, every move he made sent icy shivers down my spine, even his voice was enough to make my stomach churn. The very life in me ran from this horror. I wished I could go with it. I closed my eyes, praying this was all just a dream, praying that I would wake up, praying this demon did not exist. He opened his mouth again, poised to speak, and saw me flinch.

“I’m not going to hurt you. At least, not yet...”

I slowly rotated my head to face him and stuttered,

“What do you want from me?”

“-This is silly! This would NEVER happen in real life!” Mary-Ann cried.

I fought the urge to slap her!

“What do you know about telling stories? You can barely write your name, let alone formulate a detailed story. Let me CONTINUE!”

“Oh, I have everything I want. No one interfering, why, it’s just dandy! But most of all, I have you.”

 He took a step towards me, and I screeched in horror, what was he going to do to me?

Then he…

 

By Faith & Nila, from Robert May's School UK

Comment by Debbie Baird on October 2, 2012 at 12:55

Then he uttered the words,

“You know why you are here don’t you?” I didn’t have a clue why this red headed brute wanted me here, alone, perhaps to kill me. But why?

The man stared at me. No words or actions just the emptiness of his eyes bellowing onto my body, I felt as if a ten ton weight was on my chest. My mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert, my eyes filled up tears gushed out, I slowly wept into my open palms, I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do or what was going on. But then he raised his arms up and laughed at me “Why are you laughing” I asked “Why!” I asked again loudly, he didn’t have a response yet. Suddenly he stopped, his hand went back to his waist and he proceeded to say “Can you remember what you did?” “What is it that I have supposedly done?” I answered back. Once again there was silence he stepped to one side to reveal. ‘Mum!’

She had been maliciously beaten and tied up to an old barber’s chair that was nailed to the floor. I screamed with all my might “MUM!” he struck me, I heard a ringing tone in my ear. The look on his face was either disgust or rage I could not tell in my current state.

I needed to find out why he has abducted me. This demon of a man has gone mad, he has no conscience….   

 

Joseph F, 15, West Kirby Residential School          

 

Comment by Allison Painich on October 2, 2012 at 15:11
The man looked at her as if he were a scary vampire. When she saw her mother, she burst into tears. She asked how did he get to her mom. He said, "We trust strangers, don't we?" "But you kidnapped my mother and took her away from me." She frantically dialed 911, but her phone slipped away in the murky water. The man said, "I can wake her if I kiss her." As the words echoed through the thick silence, her mother began to open her eyes. When she regained her strength, she pushed her daughter out of the way and used her magic powers to make the man disappear.

Mary Ann mumbled in her sleep. I guess my bedtime story wasn't too bad after all.

A'ishah and Tayla
Sci Tech Academy
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
Comment by Stefany Anne on October 3, 2012 at 2:04

Garden International School

Jia-En Ho and Elisabeth Hoole

A little smile formed on my face as I watched my sister sleep peacefully. I got up, tiptoed to the door, and after closing it behind me silently, walked to my room. Opening my closet, I grabbed my pajamas, and unwillingly slipped them on, just wanting to drop into bed with my dirty clothes. Snatching my favorite book from its shelf, I dropped into bed, and opened its pages of mystery. Strangely enough, the story involved a little girl being kidnapped as well. Drowsiness overwhelmed me, making me loosen the grip on my book, and forcing my eyelids to shut...

As my eyes shot open, my pupils focused on my surroundings, seeing a devil-like man staring down at me with an evil grin on his face. He had a bushy russet-colored beard, with bright, teal eyes, that seemed to shimmer with evil thoughts. Behind him, I could see my mother tied up with a strong rope, shouting screaming for help, although her yells were blurred, as if I couldn’t hear them clearly. The grin on the man’s face increased, and he stretched out a gloved hand towards me. I screamed and yelled myself, as the hand came closer and closer towards my body.

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