Friday, 9 March 2012

Abby piles on the Tension!

The leaves crunched beneath my feet, my breath loud in the silence of the night. Above me the trees loomed ominously. I stopped, unsure of where I was, wondering whether to turn back. The hoot of an owl made me jump. Then I heard a patter. Pitter, patter. Feet, at least two pairs. The way the pitter patter stopped made me think they were following me, slowly creeping up on me. My heart hammered in my chest. I started to walk, faster and faster, the pitter, patter sped up with me. Soon I was running, the trees becoming black shadows as a grey cloud covered the moon. Sweat poured down my face, making everything around me a blur. There was something there, next to me. I stopped, frozen as something touched me. Brushed against me. I couldn’t move, I was going to have to face it, whatever it was. I turned around, trembling. It touched me again. It was soft, feathery. As I looked down I sighed as I realised it was Fluffy, my cat.

Saturday, 25 February 2012

Alex's take on Long Lankin

I took the candle shakily from the rusted holder on the wall.

The shadows ominously danced across the wall in time with my footsteps.
My child’s shrill scream pierced the thick, heavy silence. Another scream I heard. And another. I quickened my pace and my heart rate. The now continuous screaming became crying, then soft moaning. Then the sound stopped. Stepping out into the light, I screamed.
I rushed for a bundle of rags, ripped and bloodstained.
My child rolled out as a scream froze in my mouth.
And then I saw the shadow.
The shadow of a man.
The shadow of a man with a knife.
The shadow of the nurse with a bucket.
The nurse with the blood of my child.
The traitor.


Anger.


There was blood all in the kitchen.
There was blood all in the hall.
There was blood all in the parlour.
Where we did fall.

Alex, Bay House School, Gosport.