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2/9/15 Priory School story 9 Cliff McNish http://www.cliffmcnish.com

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 Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 9:43

IT WAS A GHOST!!!  He screamed like a little baby. Elliott  sprinted down stairs and told his mummy that he heard a ghost but she did not  believe him at all. So she tiptoed up the stairs and never came back down. Slowly he went up the stairs to see what had happened to his mum. She was possessed. She had pale white eyes and her skin was deathly white if all the blood had gone from her body. The ghost had taken over her body. She chased him down stairs and round until he found a cupboard what he could hide in until his dad he gets back. Suddenly, he saw his mum walking round the room she looked okay so he came out the cupboard and gave his mum a massive hug. 

BY HARVEY BELL,ALEJANDRO DELGADO,HARRY MARTIN

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 11:00

But it wasn’t the end… Elliott opened his weary eyes slowly, only to see a ghostly figure staring at him. The ghost had a rough, scruffy woolly hat that had several stiches around it. He wore a glistening white costume. He held a giant noose that haunted Elliott. Before he could even warn his mother, the nightmarish figure threw the rough noose through the rusty mirror. Landing on her pale neck, the noose dragged her violently through the haunting mirror.

 A loud crackle came from her mother’s neck while she was getting dragged through. Elliott screaming for his mother and ran for his mother in fright, but it was too late! His mother was already dead and was in another dimension. He ran out the large, empty room only to find evil spirits surrounding him by circle. On his knees begging for destiny to find him, Elliott paused in curiosity only to find that the spirits were trying to help him. He wanted to get out the hellish house. He ran down the winding stairs that creepily creaked every time a footstep was placed. Before he could get to the door, he felt a soft tug on his shoulder. He then felt a cold breath on the side of his face. A deep whisper silently said “He’s coming…”

                                           

By Adam Ballesteros, Owen French and Troy Purkiss.

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 13:16

 

As the ghosts breath touched his face he was terrified it was as if his breathe was as strong as a hurricane I could not get him out of my mind he was like the devil in disguise I quickly sprang my arm towards the door but was locked after that I ran to the stairwell hoping he won’t find me but he managed to catch up to me I did not say a word then suddenly I woke up in my bed my mum was in and everything was alright I started to think it was a dream or was it. 

Bashiru smith ,Woody Dufeu and Alfie swan

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 13:54

As his eyes close again, he suddenly realises that it wasn’t a dream! He starts to shiver as a ghostly figure appears in front of him. Still in disbelief, he rubs his eyes and as they open again, the shadow is still there. Then, he starts to wonder if it is haunting his terrified mind or is it just tormenting him. He screams! Louder! Louder! Louder! His mind is full of confusion! He strikes the ghostly figure with a lamp but it just glides right through! There is nothing. Nothing to help this hopeless boy. Elliot falls back asleep hoping that this ghost will stop haunting him! A few days later, he awakes with an unusual sound…

 

Abbey Hedley, Joe Hurst

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