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You don’t expect ghosts on sunny days, do you? Joe and Callum definitely didn’t when they went to the beach that day. Anyway, who ever heard of ghosts on a beach? In crumbling castles and old cobwebbed buildings, yes. On a stormy night with thunder and lightning, yes. But on a baking hot afternoon, with the sky a piercing blue, and seagulls swirling lazily above the waves? No. Besides, other people would be there, surely? Their parents wouldn’t have let them go otherwise. But when they arrived, the boys saw that the small beach was completely empty. They grinned. No one to tell them to be quiet! They let the dogs off the leads and began to kick a ball.

That was when Joe heard the first whisper.

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Comment by Sarah Love Mandurah Cath Coll WA on October 13, 2010 at 6:58
The boys became so consumed in their game that they didn’t notice how the beach was slowly becoming silent and still. As they turned around the dogs had disappeared. Callum and Joe began to call for the dogs, but they were nowhere to be seen. Their ball game forgotten, they trudged through the rough hot sand, towards where the rocks had encircled the old worn pier. With no one around, they suddenly realized the dangers this beach held. The rocks were pointed and slippery, forgotten sharp debris lay under the blinding white sand, but the thing that scared them the most, was that no one was around to hear them scream. Which is exactly what Joe and Callum did when they came across the ghosts of Buried Bay.

Paige and Chicherak. Mandurah Catholic College
Comment by Sue Parr on October 13, 2010 at 9:00
They paced round the beach searching for the dogs, when almost instantaneously the fluffy, white clouds turned a dark shade of crimson. Callum twitched. He saw people, bleeding, fleeing, crying, running away, running away from the... Callum couldn’t remember. He flinched, as if the memory caused him pain.
“Callum, are you alright, Callum?” asked Joe blankly. Joe sounded strange, like a different Joe.
“Err, yes, I’m alright, I think. Are you?
“Yes, Callum, I’m alright, Callum.”
“Good,”
“Yes it is good Callum,”an artificial smile resting on his lips. Was that Joe?
“Shall we keep looking?”
“Looking for what Callum?”
“The dogs, your dogs, remember? “
“Yes of course, Callum”
“Run Callum! There is something inside me!” This was the voice of the normal Joe!
“Don’t believe me, Callum” That definitely wasn’t Joe
“Help me Callum!”
That was when Callum and the normal Joe screamed.

By Sophie & Mischa, Heathfield School
Comment by Liz Bridge on October 13, 2010 at 9:58
Callum ran across the beach as fast as he could with Joe running after him. As he stopped to catch his breath he turned around but he couldn't see Joe anywhere. As he cautiously secured his surroundings he sat down on the sand. He heard loud breathing behind him. He froze, and then he slowly turned around and saw Joe standing in front of him. Joe whispered

"You will die!"

A purple mist swirled around Joe. Joe raised his arms to the sky and a dark crimson spirit rose from his shadow. At that moment blue lightning struck the ground on either side of Callum. Callum fell back...
By Gemma and Lauren, Warblington School
Comment by Lynda Marett, CTK Preston on October 13, 2010 at 11:11
And fainted.
When he awoke he found himself in a dark, cold and an unfamiliar place. The floor was hard and frozen. After a few moments his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw what lay beneath him... It was a gravestone! It had Buried Bay written on it with the year 1892. Then Callum turned around and gasped. He saw some figures of people from the beach and wondered why they were there. They were all white with dark black eyes. They were all ghosts, even Joe!!! Callum was petrified he didn’t know what to do! It was pitch black and Callum couldn’t see anything not even his hand...
By Stacey Pearson and Narmeen Ahmed
Christ The King Catholic Maths And Computing College
Comment by Nicola McNee on October 13, 2010 at 12:07
Suddenly, a blinding light filled the graveyard, and all what seemed like hell was revealed. Callum could see the distorted features of the things, the monsters, the zombies, he didn’t know what they were, he didn’t care either. Their most hair-raising effect was their ghastly screams begging. “help us, help us!” All he could see in his mind were the mangled faces, bubbly warts, skeletal faces……and Joe. Joe, once his best mate, he now started leading the pack towards Callum, slowly, they dragged themselves forwards. All of a sudden, Joe pounced on Callum, clawing at him, biting him, hitting him. As well as his eyes, concentrated on Callum’s neck, his filthy hands stretched out at him as Callum tried, to his greatest strength , hold the creature that was once his friend.
Surely it couldn’t end here……..

By Angus Forbes -Cable and Nick Harris.
Comment by Anita Vine on October 13, 2010 at 12:24
And it didn’t! Callum fought with superhuman strength and escaped the manic clutches of his once best friend. He searched the area for means of escape and his eyes locked on to a pin prick light in the distance. Could he reach it? If he did what did it hold? If he didn’t what would be his destiny? So many questions and so little time for answers. He fled the squirming, writhing creatures of hell and sprinted for the light. Howls of anger, despair and anguish followed him as he made his escape. The light was getting closer and closer as the deathly sounds of the zombie creature snatched at his ankles. As Callum reached the light he realized that it appeared to be some kind of shimmering doorway but he couldn’t make out what was on the other side. He turned to face the fast approaching mass of evil, he had no choice, he had to pass through the door and into whatever waited for him. Holding his breath and closing his eyes Callum took a leap of faith through the shining light but as this happened he felt a tug on his shoulder and............
Comment by Chris Tatton on October 13, 2010 at 13:53
A cold hand gripped his tatty jumper, then another shacking rapidly, as he turned around he ‎realized it was his dear little sisters, Emily and Samantha. They were shrieking for help - he wanted ‎to help them but no he couldn’t! They started to drag him away like a ragged doll. Further and ‎further away from the light! Faces were appearing around him like he was going crazy. Just at that ‎moment a wave of evil passed through his sisters. Their eyes started to turn red; their nails were ‎growing at an incredible speed. Even though he loved them he wanted to get away! He turned. He ‎RAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!‎
Suddenly a piercing voice struck his soul, he heard a conversation but the shock of his sisters once ‎normal now pure evil, made him oblivious to his new surroundings. All of a sudden a rage of ‎courage built up inside him, he knew this was his shot to get out of this death trap!‎

One..... He scrunched up his toes, but then jelly took over his legs, they were once strong and ‎courage’s - now weak and spineless.‎
Two.... his stomach started to tingle.‎
Three.... he LEAPED for the light. Finally he was free – or so he thought! ... ‎

By Emily Holt + Samantha Pilkington West Craven England ‎
Comment by Allison Painich on October 13, 2010 at 16:03
...salty water in his mouth? Callum could feel someone pulling him out of the water. "Callum! Wake up! Are you okay?" Callum could make out Joe's voice as he helped him up. "Are you okay? I just went to the snack machine to grab a fudge bar and got distracted by some teenagers talking about some blue light. I came back to find you lying on the shore. And, oh, are you lucky I came when I did because if I hadn't, those waves would have pulled you to who knows where! Anyways, are we going to walk the dogs or what?" Callum was still a little confused from his "dream," but he could still manage to stand up with the help of Joe. Joe pulled Callum from his arm as he tried to help him up. "Ouch! My arm is kind of sore," Callum complained. Joe let go of his arm in an instant. "I'm sorry. Here, let me hold the dogs." As Joe walked the dogs beside him, Callum pulled his right sleeve up and found suspicious scratches all over his arm, but surprisingly paid no attention to it. The dogs started barking uncontrollably and in a blink of an eye, went chasing a figure in the distance that Callum couldn't make out. Callum was afraid he knew what was happening here, but couldn't think of anything to do. He turned to look at Joe. Joe smiled....

Vladimir, Hilary, Luz, Caroline
MS 319 Washington Heights, Manhatten, New York

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