13/10/15 Gill James

“Get off, you varmints. I’ll tell your mother on you, if you come round here again.”

Carly wobbled Bob’s. “Come on. He might turn dangerous.” Everybody said he was getting worse.

Bob pulled away.  “Naw. He’s too daft to hurt anybody.”

Carly wasn’t so sure though. He was quite a big man and probably quite strong. He ponged a bit as well. Even from this far away.

“Go on then. Get on with you.” He shook his fist at them.

“Come on,” whispered Carly. “We told her we’d be back by eight.”

“Oh, grow up, won’t you?”

To her relief though, Bob started to walk away from the Hermit’s Den and towards the High Street. That’s what they called the dilapidated old house on Connor Street. A lot of the local kids from the estate used to go there to tease old Harry the Hermit.  In fact if you wanted to join Red Neck gang you had to go and provoke him until you got a reaction. It was all part of the deal.

They walked in silence past the shops.

Carly hoped Mum would be in when they got back and that there would be something hot for dinner.      

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Comment by WP Central on October 13, 2015 at 7:53

She walked home and in the door, safe. She felt a breeze on her face and turning she saw blood trailed across the floor, Carly followed the trail up the stairs and down the hall. She paused at the door the blood ran under, her hand out, she pushed open the door and stood in shock at the sight in front of her

Lee, Eoin, Craig and John, Wick High School

Comment by Ann-Marie Robinson on October 13, 2015 at 8:45

There they were; her parents lying there lifeless, with a towering shadow just beyond their butchered bodies. Carly backed away as the cold blooded murderer approached her slowly. That’s when she realised she was in big trouble and the moment she also realised she had to run!

As she ran down the stairs the murderer followed closely on her trail...


Lewis, Declan and Dean Longbenton Community College 

Comment by Katie Turrell on October 13, 2015 at 9:51

...Taking two steps at a time she jumped down the stairs. Her blood was rushing to her head. She felt as if her life depended on it. Her life did depend on it. She was being closed in on every step even though she had never run this fast. Who was this man? Should she call the police, or grab her keys and run? Where was Bob when she needed him? She had no time to turn around to see a sinister smile creep across the murderers triangular face. The man had the keys and Carly was locked in...

Tom and Alexander, The Beacon School

Comment by WP Central on October 13, 2015 at 10:32

Suddenly someone burst through the front door, having kicked it with such force that the lock splintered. It was Harry the Hermit!! Grabbing Carly's arm he screamed at her "come on you stupid girl, follow me if you want to live!" Carly followed him at a run , tears of shock pouring down her face and obscuring her vision, only the man's hand on her arm preventing her from falling over.

Bev Humphrey

Write Path Founder

Comment by Rebecca Utter on October 13, 2015 at 11:59

She felt a blow on the back of her head and doubled over in agony. As she staggered to her feet, black dots danced across her eyes, and the last thing she saw before passing out was a masked face with a bloodshot smile.

Carly woke up, her gaze fixated towards the floor. She felt a dull throb in the back of her head. “Where am I?” she thought out loud. Her eyes darted to the broken chains hanging from the wall across from her. The ground was paved with dark slabs of stone, and the grime-coated window was concealed by rusty bars. It looked like…

Clap. Clap. Clap. “Oh, you’re just so smart.” A broad figure leaned against the wall, shadowed by the obscurity that enveloped the room.

“How did you…” He stepped into the harsh light emitted by the creaking lamp hanging from the ceiling “Oh, my dear, I thought you had understood that I’m always one step ahead of you…”

Julia S, American School of Milan

Comment by Nikki Heath on October 13, 2015 at 12:38

“How did you know I was in trouble?” Carly asked with very confused tone in her voice.

“I heard a scream and I thought it came from your house,” Harry replied. Carly was still confused. Where was she and will she ever go back to her house? She asked Harry “Am I ever going back to my house?”

“I do not know. But what I do know is that you’re in trouble,” Harry said. BANG! BANG! BANG! A familiar face jumped in the room holding a 12 inch knife. He was back …

James R Werneth School UK

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 13, 2015 at 13:53

Staggering back a few steps, a shadow crossed her pale complexion. Harry’s teeth chattered and this time, he wasn’t the saviour.  All dark, the red eyes peered through the damp cellar and the yellow candlelight flickered in the corner. Grey brick walls and a miniscule square door on the ceiling- If only Carly knew the way out, or in the demon’s case, the way in… “RUN CARLY, RUN!”  Carly heard Harry shriek down her ears. She picked up her pace, dizzy. Nowhere to go. Her hands trembled as she touched the cold bricks, cold like death. The brick slowly pushed into the wall and revealed a long corridor, leading to her hopeful destined place. She peered back second after second and scurried through without her being noticed.  Twelve inches of a knife, the sound of a meat cleaver clattering on the floor. The noise of Harry’s screams and a wolf-like howl pierced her ears just like the knife piercing the skin. The noise dominates the concrete hallway, Carly turns around.  She could still see the candle flickering in the corner, the door still wide.  The shadow of a murderer blew upon the candle and now, Carly shut her eyes. A dead end.  Everything was flashing in her head and her psychotic hallucinations confused her entirely. The noise of the cleaver scraped across the concrete, a screeching noise tickled her back. Her spine shivered.  She slid toward the concrete ground and rocked back and forth as she heard footsteps approach her.


Leanne, Phoebe and Keeley. Great Yarmouth high school. 

Comment by Linda Thiebaud on October 13, 2015 at 14:43

     Her eyes flickered open to see  a tall black figure towering over her.

     "Stand up," he scoffed harshly.

     Carly hastily scrambled to her feet and followed the man.  He led her down a dark hallway to a door. A chilly breeze swept past her, causing her to shiver.  The door crept open and what she saw she would never forget...

     (Use your own imagination to find out what Carly saw.)

Gabby and Kiernan

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