18/10/2011 Tamsyn Murray

The lake looked calm enough, on the surface. It was a hot August afternoon, without the slightest breeze to ripple the clear, glass-like water, and we'd just arrived at the remote camp-site, breaking the woodland silence with our noisy chatter. I remember thinking that I wouldn't mind peeling off my sticky clothes and diving into those cool, inviting depths. Jake even bet me I'd be too chicken to jump off the rickety wooden pier. I laughed it off but secretly vowed I'd be the first one in. That was before we knew what lay beneath, of course; that was before it all went wrong.


The huts where we'd be sleeping were set just out of sight of the lake..

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Comment by Darren Hartwell -Charters School on October 18, 2011 at 9:08

Charters School

Annie Wooldridge & Sacha Williams

It was getting late so we decided to head down to the huts and settle down to sleep. The bunk beds Jake and I were sleeping in were old and creaky. I had known Jake since nursery and we are very good friends. Jake knows me inside out and same for me to him. Jake found this camp on the internet I didn’t know if it looked that good but he had made his mind up, we were going and when Jake’s made his mind up there’s no turning back.

 The wood was damp and smelt like a rotting wedge of cheese. As I looked up from the top bunk I could see right through the old oak beams to a gaping hole in the roof. I hoped it wouldn’t rain that night. We all couldn’t get to sleep so we started talking about what we would do the next day.

“Does anyone know where the toilets are?” asked Jake sleepily.

Yawning, I replied

“Oh, I’m too cosy here you go on your own they’re just outside!”

Grumbling about having to go on his own he walked out into the darkness. A few minutes later as we were just about to go to sleep. We heard a sharp scream, shattering the silent wood. We all jumped out of bed to see where it came from, it seemed to come from the lake so we headed that way through the deep, dark, cold wood. We had no torches so we clambered through bushes clutching each other tightly. The trees were giants towering over us, watching our every step. My friend trod on a stick and it made a loud crack echoing through the forest. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and I shook, but not with cold. Sweat was trickling down my back making a wet patch on my pyjamas.  We huddled together even more and with the moonlight reflecting off of the glassy surface of the water we could begin to make out the black lake.

We arrived shivering, cold and wet. Our feet were sticking to the muddy banks of the lake making a slopping sound whenever we moved, so much for my new slippers. With the one set of binoculars we carried we looked to the centre of the lake and all we could see was a lot of gigantic bubbles rising a few feet above the surface before popping and releasing some sort of smoke into the night air.  We had no idea what was going on but the burning question in everyone’s mind was, was it something to do with the legend, the legend of the Black Lake.


Comment by WP Central on October 18, 2011 at 9:56

So the legend said, a monster lived in that lake, a monster so terrifying that just looking at it would frighten you to death. But of course that can’t be true can it – monsters don’t exist, they’re just made up by horror writers to scare you! Carrie , my friend cupped her hands around her mouth and started shouting “Jake , Jake where are you?”  She was striding up and down by the side of the lake, looking angry. “you know what that joker is like , I         bet he’s set this up to scare us.” (she was all right for a girl , not the shrieking type)

The bubbles were beginning to subside now and there was an eerie silence…..yes come to think of it there was no noise at all, no wildlife, no other campers…….just silence.


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Comment by Adrian Thompson Laisterdyke UK on October 18, 2011 at 10:56

I looked around, searching for a sign of Jake; he was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t hear him either; not a single one of his lively movements. No bushes shook and no braches rustled. It was deadly silent.

I could almost imagine Jake creeping up behind me, to scare me out of my wits and reveal all of this as a cruel practical joke. I waited for what seemed like the longest ten seconds of my life. Then, Carrie was screaming. An ear-splitting, deafening, terrified scream. I turned to look at her and my heart started racing faster, faster than it ever had in my life and I thought it might just burst out of my chest.

Carrie was being dragged across the uneven, rocky ground by some invisible force. At first, I thought she was playing around but then I spotted the scars and that her clothes were torn. She was being tortured by this undetectable force. Blood was oozing out of her forehead; she had jagged cuts in her arms and legs. I could hardly recognise that it was Carrie!

Beads of sweat lingered on my forehead and I began to feel nauseated. What was happening? I had no idea how I could help Carrie. She was in so much pain, being tortured and flung through the sky by some unknown being. No words were coming out of her mouth; she couldn’t even scream. What was I supposed to do? I was clueless and frozen to the spot…

Sumra, Aneeka, Afisa, Sehrim and Simra, Laisterdyke Business and Enterprise College

Comment by WP Central on October 18, 2011 at 13:03

Suddenly, it stopped. Carrie lay there, lifeless. I ran over, barely recognising her face. I didn’t know whether she could see me or not. I knelt down beside her, my trembling hands wiped her blood soaked face, her eyes opened, but still barely no movement.

‘Wh…where...where’s Jake?’ She mumbled. I didn’t know what to say, not wanting to worry her, I slowly sat her up. She looked round and whispered ‘We have to find Jake.’


I stood up, the leaves sticking to my muddy clothes. I went to help Carrie up from the floor when she let out a shriek,

‘There’s Jake!’  I quickly turned to see nothing but darkness.

‘No Carrie, you’re seeing things.’ She pushed her body up, struggling to stand and pointing but her hand still shaking from the shock.

‘No really it is Jake!’ I turned around. Yet again… nothing.


Before I knew it, Carrie was running, barely picking up a speed, her strength had literally been taken from her.

‘JAKE WAIT! STOP!’ she cried.

Tears trickled down my face, Carrie was seeing things. I had to stop her, convince her that he wasn’t there. As much as I wished he was, I knew he wasn’t.

Carrie’s screams stopped, it was silent. No sound but the eerie sound of the wind and rustling trees.  I turned to see why Carrie had stopped. I closed my eyes, hoping she was still there. She was, but this was worse…


She was frozen on the spot. Staring deeper into the forest that lay ahead.

‘That’s not Jake…’

Relief washed over me, Carrie had realised it wasn’t Jake, she was fine.


My heart was pounding, my body went numb. The leaves flew into the air, as if a gush of wind had passed through the forest. Carrie ran, something was chasing her…


Billie Taylor and Hollie Simpson, Benfield School

Comment by Sue Parr on October 18, 2011 at 13:50

As we ran away from it, Carrie tripped. She looked back to find it was a body. Jakes’ body. Surrounded by a pool of blood. You could see the tears in Carrie’s eyes. But then, out of nowhere, the thing appeared; it turned out to be a monster. The blood red monster with giant claws started chasing us at high speed.

“We have to go now Carrie!” I shouted in fear.

“We can’t leave Jake. He’s more than a friend to me.” Carrie sobbed, staring at Jake

“He’s dead! We can’t save him. NOW RUN!” I screeched at the top of my voice. Crying her heart out for Jake, she followed me as I ran away. The heartless beast took our best friend away from us and the world. Life just won’t be the same without Jake. He had so much life in him. But now he is gone. Forever.


As Carrie stumbled on behind me with all her might, I tried not to look back…at Carrie, Jake or the monster.

“Carrie. Keep going!” I yelled, panic-stricken, while the monster threw a tree at us. My life, as I knew it, was nearly over. The monster ripped up another tree and threw it at Carrie. It hit her. I stopped and turned around at the sound of her scream. A deathly and triumphant howl erupted from the monster when it realised that it had hit Carrie. She was dead. Just like Jake. Now I am alone…


Charlotte, Tamarah and Awani, Heathfield

Comment by Allison Painich on October 18, 2011 at 15:49
She laid there dead lifeless. "How could this be?" I thought. I ran. I ran but then stopped. How could I leave Carrie? She can't be dead. She just can't and neither can Jake. This is a joke, it has to be. I ran, not forward, but back. Back for Carrie and back for Jake. I ran not caring about anything else, including my own life. I found Carrie. With all my might, I dragged her from beneath the fallen giant. "Carrie, Carrie wake up!" I yelled. But I was too late. The monster grabbed me. It was over. I could see my life flashing before my eyes. It was shaking me trying to rip me apart. I let go, but there was nothing I could do now. Jake and Carrie were dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. Was this the way my life was going to end? I'm way too young. I could see the monster teeth bearing into my flesh, but I couldn't feel it. "Goodbye world," I mouthed, but no sound came out. I could see faintly what was happening. The monster was gnawing on Carrie's leg. This was it. No more adventures. No more mom yelling at me because I was eating dessert before dinner. This nightmare of what was supposed to be a fun vacation turned into a total nightmare. Suddenly, the world dissapeared.

Laura and Rebekah
PS 319
New York

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