The dark clouds circled from above. Tiles slipped off the roof and cracked as they hit the floor. The wind whistled outside, occasionally bursting through the cracked windows. The paint peeled off the mansion and moss clung to the edges like glue.
Me and Jack were just cycling on our bikes. We never took the left turn until this horrible day. On the left turn was ‘The Creepy Street’ , well we liked to call it that. An old man had lived there before we were born. The house has spiders webs, old newspaper and smelt of rotten bones. Gives me the shivers. We stopped right in front of the derelict house. It looked like it was about to fall over us. The door squeaked open and out game the man. He look at my friend and I and whispered “Trespassers are you. I will get my revenge…”
We grabbed our bikes and cycled as fast as anyone could imagine. Looking back the old man was chasing us. He had weird creatures coming out his ears. I wanted to throw up. He then jumped so high and landed front of us. That’s how my life changed…
Bang! The front door slams against the door frame, locking him inside never to be seen again, or will he…
The dark cloud vanquished all sun light from the area, big loud thunder boomed to announce that lightning is coming. A split second later a blinding flash of lightning strikes, nearly missing a teenage boy who is walking his dog. The lightning strikes again now hitting the lead. Snap, the lead is broken and the terrified dog runs inside. “Charon come back you naughty dog,” he yells, but it was to late the dog had already run deep into the old, wooden house. Tom runs in after his dog. Bang! The front door slams against the door frame, locking him inside never to be seen again, or will he…
Tom runs into the heart of the old, derelict house. Woof woof! Sharon starts barking. Slowly I edge towards the sound. Crack, snap, aaaaaaaargh. My foot fell through the musty, splintered staircase. “Help” I yell, “Sharon.” I here footsteps and then Sharon appears at the step above me, but the footsteps don’t stop. They get louder and louder and louder. What should I do ,thud thud thud, is it a ghost, thud thud thud, is this where I end my days? Then a face pokes it head around the banister and everything goes black…
The wind whistles in the trees as I approach our new house. With an ominous creak, I open the old, oak door and step inside. The smell of rotting wood invades my
nostrils. As I enter my room, I hear a strange ticking. Frightened, I look around. An old type-writer is lying on a dusty table… And the keys are moving! I glance at the rickety chair and glimpse a pale blue form. Suddenly, the window bursts open and the curtains blow out, temporarily blinding me. As the wind settles, the window bangs shut and the wind ceases. Where the figure was, lies… nothing. The chair is empty.
”Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.”
The noise chills me to the bone. Someone – or something – is moaning. I run out of the room. The sound is coming from the bathroom. Shaking with fear, I peak around the corner. A pale blue form is standing in the room. Again, a window blows open, and when it closes, the figure is gone.
”Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.”
Then I hear a bloodcurdling scream.
The wind whistled and the rain poured down as the retched storm brewed. The old abandoned mansion stood derelict and mysterious upon the hill. The scene looked like something out of a creepy black and white horror movie.
Dark clouds loomed over the pointed rooftop. Creaking doors, smashed glass and creepy crawlies as the only inhabitants of this house. Or so I thought… I was strolling past the abandoned house on my morning walk, it felt as if the air got colder the second I got near it. I still don’t know why I went in. I was just curious. My curiosity was my downfall. I stepped in to the garden and looked at all the wilted flowers and tangled vines in it. The door loudly creaked open and all the crows flew off the roof. I had never believed in ghosts or vampires, because I knew they weren’t real. For a minute I doubted myself. It was dimly lit by candles, but if no one had been here in decades then surely the candles would have gone out, right? There was a red, tethered carpet in the hallway and smashed picture frames on the floor. I opened the old, brown cupboard in front of me. ARRGH! There was a corpse. Then the lights went out. Then a bloodcurdling scream was let out. Then I bolted for the door and never came back.
She ran to her bike and hopped on.
“Wait up Shaza!” Yelled her annoying little brother in panic.
Shaza rolled her eyes at Koi and kept cycling…Then she saw the sunlight flutter away into the clouds above, Shaza looked up in worry.
“I told you to WAIT- Where has the sun gone?” Panted her little brother in agony.
Shaza shrugged , she didn’t talk much , she was the perfect student in the class: Didn’t talk much and has good grades. They carried on cycling until they found a peculiar , creepy looking villa.
“It looks abandoned! Should we go inside?” Asked Koi excitedly.
“Yeah we could…” Said Shaza quietly.
“Lets go then!” Exclaimed Koi.
Koi grabbed Shaza’s hand and and bursted the door open. his’s face was priceless it looked as if auntie Suzie ever came back from the dead.
“WOAH!” Yelled Koi “This is- This is- Whats the word again?”
“Ginormous..?” asked Shaza.
“YES YES GINORMOUS!” Exclaimed Koi happily.
They tip toed around the spooky, dark villa. Shaza was getting skeptical about it. All of a sudden the door slammed Loudly back into the frame…
“AHHHHHH!” Screamed Koi.
Shaza looked around…He was nowhere to be seen…
“Koi? Koi…..? Koi?! this isn’t a funny prank…KOI?!” Shouted Shaza.
Shaza ran to the front door and tried to open it, she pulled the handle and tried to get out.
“Nooo……” Said Shaza weakly.
Those were her last words….both of their last words…
it is a broken house with caked windsand broken tiyls
ok em look creepey look link it’s in a Harrey potter mone thinking thinking…
Ok em look creepy look link it’s in a Harry potter movie thinking thinking…
The dark clouds circled from above. Tiles slipped off the roof and cracked as they hit the floor. The wind whistled outside, occasionally bursting through the cracked windows. The paint peeled off the mansion and moss clung to the edges like glue.
Me and Jack were just cycling on our bikes. We never took the left turn until this horrible day. On the left turn was ‘The Creepy Street’ , well we liked to call it that. An old man had lived there before we were born. The house has spiders webs, old newspaper and smelt of rotten bones. Gives me the shivers. We stopped right in front of the derelict house. It looked like it was about to fall over us. The door squeaked open and out game the man. He look at my friend and I and whispered “Trespassers are you. I will get my revenge…”
We grabbed our bikes and cycled as fast as anyone could imagine. Looking back the old man was chasing us. He had weird creatures coming out his ears. I wanted to throw up. He then jumped so high and landed front of us. That’s how my life changed…
Nice
Jack and I not Me and jack
Bang! The front door slams against the door frame, locking him inside never to be seen again, or will he…
The dark cloud vanquished all sun light from the area, big loud thunder boomed to announce that lightning is coming. A split second later a blinding flash of lightning strikes, nearly missing a teenage boy who is walking his dog. The lightning strikes again now hitting the lead. Snap, the lead is broken and the terrified dog runs inside. “Charon come back you naughty dog,” he yells, but it was to late the dog had already run deep into the old, wooden house. Tom runs in after his dog. Bang! The front door slams against the door frame, locking him inside never to be seen again, or will he…
At the highest bit of the house a figure half hidden in shadows backs away from the window. It left a shiny, sharp silver dagger.
Part two coming soon.
Tom runs into the heart of the old, derelict house. Woof woof! Sharon starts barking. Slowly I edge towards the sound. Crack, snap, aaaaaaaargh. My foot fell through the musty, splintered staircase. “Help” I yell, “Sharon.” I here footsteps and then Sharon appears at the step above me, but the footsteps don’t stop. They get louder and louder and louder. What should I do ,thud thud thud, is it a ghost, thud thud thud, is this where I end my days? Then a face pokes it head around the banister and everything goes black…
The wind whistles in the trees as I approach our new house. With an ominous creak, I open the old, oak door and step inside. The smell of rotting wood invades my
nostrils. As I enter my room, I hear a strange ticking. Frightened, I look around. An old type-writer is lying on a dusty table… And the keys are moving! I glance at the rickety chair and glimpse a pale blue form. Suddenly, the window bursts open and the curtains blow out, temporarily blinding me. As the wind settles, the window bangs shut and the wind ceases. Where the figure was, lies… nothing. The chair is empty.
”Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.”
The noise chills me to the bone. Someone – or something – is moaning. I run out of the room. The sound is coming from the bathroom. Shaking with fear, I peak around the corner. A pale blue form is standing in the room. Again, a window blows open, and when it closes, the figure is gone.
”Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.”
Then I hear a bloodcurdling scream.
NICE.
Thanks Jake. 🙂
The wind whistled and the rain poured down as the retched storm brewed. The old abandoned mansion stood derelict and mysterious upon the hill. The scene looked like something out of a creepy black and white horror movie.
Dark clouds loomed over the pointed rooftop. Creaking doors, smashed glass and creepy crawlies as the only inhabitants of this house. Or so I thought… I was strolling past the abandoned house on my morning walk, it felt as if the air got colder the second I got near it. I still don’t know why I went in. I was just curious. My curiosity was my downfall. I stepped in to the garden and looked at all the wilted flowers and tangled vines in it. The door loudly creaked open and all the crows flew off the roof. I had never believed in ghosts or vampires, because I knew they weren’t real. For a minute I doubted myself. It was dimly lit by candles, but if no one had been here in decades then surely the candles would have gone out, right? There was a red, tethered carpet in the hallway and smashed picture frames on the floor. I opened the old, brown cupboard in front of me. ARRGH! There was a corpse. Then the lights went out. Then a bloodcurdling scream was let out. Then I bolted for the door and never came back.
She ran to her bike and hopped on.
“Wait up Shaza!” Yelled her annoying little brother in panic.
Shaza rolled her eyes at Koi and kept cycling…Then she saw the sunlight flutter away into the clouds above, Shaza looked up in worry.
“I told you to WAIT- Where has the sun gone?” Panted her little brother in agony.
Shaza shrugged , she didn’t talk much , she was the perfect student in the class: Didn’t talk much and has good grades. They carried on cycling until they found a peculiar , creepy looking villa.
“It looks abandoned! Should we go inside?” Asked Koi excitedly.
“Yeah we could…” Said Shaza quietly.
“Lets go then!” Exclaimed Koi.
Koi grabbed Shaza’s hand and and bursted the door open. his’s face was priceless it looked as if auntie Suzie ever came back from the dead.
“WOAH!” Yelled Koi “This is- This is- Whats the word again?”
“Ginormous..?” asked Shaza.
“YES YES GINORMOUS!” Exclaimed Koi happily.
They tip toed around the spooky, dark villa. Shaza was getting skeptical about it. All of a sudden the door slammed Loudly back into the frame…
“AHHHHHH!” Screamed Koi.
Shaza looked around…He was nowhere to be seen…
“Koi? Koi…..? Koi?! this isn’t a funny prank…KOI?!” Shouted Shaza.
Shaza ran to the front door and tried to open it, she pulled the handle and tried to get out.
“Nooo……” Said Shaza weakly.
Those were her last words….both of their last words…