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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....
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
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
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
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
“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.
"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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