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13/10/15 Eleanor Updale http://www.eleanorupdale.co.uk

I thought it was a risk worth taking. I was late. I didn't want to get put in detention again. That was why I took the shortcut through the churchyard. That was why I was running and not taking any notice of what was happening around me. At first I thought the dark figure up ahead must be the vicar, angry that I was disturbing the peace of the sacred ground, but this was no holy man. It wasn't a man at all. It wasn't a woman either, nor any animal I could name. 

The creature said nothing, but held up one arm, commanding me to stop. I looked around. The strange being wasn't alone. I knew I was in real trouble now.

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Comment by WP Central on October 13, 2015 at 7:52

I looked round and suddenly I felt the air get stuffy, I could feel a shadow surrounding me, then the sky went dark. I looked around and more and more quantities of ‘them’ appeared. I was petrified. I had to find a way out, but it was hopeless, more and more came out at me. This time I tried to run, left and right, forward and backwards but there was no exit. The world seemed to be shrinking. My life flashed before my eyes. 

I think I’ll be late for school!...

Abigale, Sophie, Joscelyn and Abbie, Wick High School

Comment by Ann-Marie Robinson on October 13, 2015 at 8:47

…As I ran away, I was gasping for air. Walking back slowly, I fell into a grave and my foot plummeted into a muddy puddle. I looked up and saw on the grave stone some words that terrified me. Was it red paint? No- it was blood saying “GET OUT OR DIE!” It was so cold on this January morning that snow started to fall. Suddenly, I felt a thud in the middle of my back. Was it a snowball? I look behind and I find a snowball but it’s in a blood soaked human hand!  

 

Jack, Mathew, Charlie and Adam, Longbenton Community College     

Comment by WP Central on October 13, 2015 at 10:59

I screamed at the top of my voice and stumbling out of the grave I dodged between gravestones running towards the old gate that led out of the churchyard. My blood was pounding in my ears and my breath was rasping in and out of my chest but all around me was eerily quiet - the figures were still coming after me but they weren't making any sound at all. Reaching the end of the graves  I pushed hard at the old wooden gate and started to go through but something had hold of my arm, panicking I turned my head back and saw....

Bev Humphrey

Write Path Founder

Comment by Rebecca Utter on October 13, 2015 at 11:57

It wasn’t the same human hand I thought it would be. It was my friend and the blood dribbling from his slit wrist soaked the formerly white snowball he used as a final resort. The wrist looked like it was punctured by a scythe. The nerves of my brain wanted revenge, I wanted to stop the murder once and for all. Suddenly, a suspect dark shadow made its way quickly across the graveyard, a black vapor. Then multiple crossed and some more and more. An army was coming for me, protecting a hallowed ground.I was nowhere near the exit. Every muscle pumping but I had to ignore my fatigue, foot after foot I was attempting an escape. I blasted in my maximum speed. If I turned around to look behind me I would’ve snapped my neck. It was too dark to see an exit but I didn’t want to risk running into the mysterious entities we came across. I was running into nothing until I came to a sudden halt. My hairs froze up on the back of my neck I was frozen, not by the cold. And There was a steady breathing on the back of my neck.


John F. Malek T. American School of Milan

Comment by Nikki Heath on October 13, 2015 at 12:35

…my head twisted round with my teeth chattering as I did so.  I felt a sudden grab on my arms and then everything just went black…a short while after I awoke at the most horrifying, run down place that I’d ever come across. It was an old warehouse with all of the windows shattered and spider webs that hung in all different directions. But the thing that stood upon me, made my jaw drop. I realised that this could have been my last moment of my life.  A creature stood before me.  It was a tall figure that was nor human or monster it was something far worse.  It’s disgusting teeth scarred me for life. As I looked down to the side of the beast I saw the most sharp and ragged knife that I’d ever seen. I knew I had to escape right now but how?! I was surrounded; I needed to make a plan, efficiently and fast!

Mairre O. Werneth School, UK

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 13, 2015 at 13:32

I was ready to sprint for my life, out of this madness, even though I hadn’t the slightest idea where this warehouse was located. My fingertips slowly made contact with the ground, attempting to push myself up but the creature snarled, signalling I had no chance of escape and pushed me back down onto the cold, tiled floor. Its evil, toothy smile reversed into a sorrowful frown, and an outlet of anger stormed over him.

Why?

I regathered my memory and realised that before I blacked out, I made the discovery that he was my best friend. Was this why he was angry? Because he pushed his best friend to the floor? Was he confused? I gasped to myself and was ashamed with myself above all, for this was the least of my concern. Why was he some horrifying creature that looked like it had just emerged from the dark depths of hell? 

Mia, Shayla and Kendall 

Great Yarmouth High School, UK.

Comment by Linda Thiebaud on October 13, 2015 at 15:16

     I don't know why my best friend was so horrifying. How did he get this way and how can I fix him? I suddenly noticed that one of the rooms warehouse had chemicals that could cure him. I gently mixed two chemicals together and gave it to my best friend.

     He threw up over all me and we quickly noticed that was not the right cure. I ran to the chemicals room and mixed to different chemicals. An explosion from the bottle got all over my friend and he turned back into the boy I know.

     We finally found the right cure!   

Chloe and Avery

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