Archive for October 11th, 2007
Can you guess what sort of person lives in this house.
The Flat
It was a wet and thundery day. I was wondering why I got called out here so I walked down the corridor of the flat. Then I realised the door at the end of the corridor was broken. There were bits of wood everywhere.
Behind it was a massive grey rock but it was strange I would have thought that the neighbours heard it. So I pushed the door aside and went in. It was breezy and some strange flickering white stuff was flying around the living room it was because of the breezy wind coming from somewhere in the flat, the pieces of paper looked like homework. One piece of paper floated right beside my feet and it was THE SUN. For some strange reason one half of the headline was ripped of it said…………. BUSTED.
When I turned round the of the living room I saw a load of golden ice trophies and certificates but the centre trophy was missing. I heard a noise in the kitchen. It was coming from the answer machine . “Hi it’s me. Have you seen the headlines of THE SUN? Be prepared just in case.”
Directly opposite was a broken window and the middle shiny, golden statue was out side some one had tried to smashed the window with it to get out. in the corner of the living room was TV stand but no TV on top of it. The wires were in a huge jumble behind it.
By Eden
By Eden St.Peter’s
October 11th, 2007
Can you solve the mystery?
A red car stood in a field near Heathrow Airport with a bright white caravan attached to it. The car was a 5-door Vauxhall Corsa. Near the drivers door there was a very deep dent. The caravan looked in fairly good condition. As I walked to the back of the I saw a bandage lying on the ground. It had dark red blood on it.
When I went inside, I saw a small kitchen in front of me. A strong smell of fish and chips made me go in. On the floorI saw some chips and fishes lying around with a pan beside them. I went through the kitchen to the living room.
The tv was left on, on channel CNN. Beside it I saw a small light brown envelope saying “To Mr and Mrs Smith”. I looked inside and there was a letter. “I’ll arrive at Heathrow Airport at 5:00pm. Be there to pick me up”. I continued going through the living room and I saw 3 bedrooms in front of me.
A sound came frome one of the bedrooms. I walked into it. I saw a framed photo of a married couple beside a double bed. There were clothes lying around.
I heard a noise coming from the kitchen I ran in panic to the kitchen. There was a blue digital clock saying “5:00 o’clock pm, 5:00 o’clock pm”. Then I heard another noise. Someone was knocking on the door.
By Parham St Peters School
October 11th, 2007
Can you solve this mytery?
One afternoon Miss Smith went out shopping at the supermarket. She spent along time looking for fish and meat. Back at home someone was in Miss Smiths house. They threw clothes every where - covers on the floor, mattresses on the floor, wardrobes open and empty. The lamp was knocked over and smashed. Contents of drawers littered the floor. The jewellery box on the bed was empty.
by Toni-Marie st peters rc primary school
October 11th, 2007
The 20th birth day
On the street of Dane-finch no “15s” windows were decorated with congratulations!! The garden had a bird bath and around it were statues dressed in red, green and white. I entered the house because the door was unlocked. Inside the corridor there was a rug saying “welcome!!” The wallpaper was pink with a hint of red. To the right of me was a calendar, on June the 4th it said “20th birthday!” A tick tock then suddenly cuckoo!-cuckoo! Coming from the living room and that’s when I jumped. So I went into the living room.
The time was 2:00pm (14:00). There were many boxes covered with wrapping paper and the words “happy 20th birth day!” and covered with the number 20. There was a picture of a family. There was a boy, girl and a couple. I sniffed, I smelled a chocolaty smell, it was delicious, not just a chocolaty smell, a sweet chocolaty smell. So I went into the kitchen.
There were dark purple tiles on the surface of the walls and wooden, laminated floor. The ceiling had a fancy light with plastic diamonds and rubies. I heard a “thump!” upstairs right above the kitchen ceiling. I was puzzled, no one was in the house …I thought. So I ran up stairs I went into the first room I saw before I entered the room I saw a sign on the door it read “This is Michaels room do not enter, but i still went inside. The room smelt of sweaty disgusting pairs of football socks. I tripped over a pile of clothes. Just as I tried to get up, I saw a cubed box under the bed. It was covered in a pink wrapping paper. Then I got back up on my feet. The smell was so bad that I left the room. I went into the next room I. I looked under the bed; unfortunately this room had no cubed boxes or any kind. “Bang! Thump! Bang! Thump!” The attic ladder had fallen down! So I climbed up. I switched the lamp on. A shiny object caught my attention. I approached it. It had seemed to be a trophy. It was carved, “player of the year Michael 2005-2006”.
By Farai StPeters R.C Primary school
October 11th, 2007
What kind of person do you think lives here?
As I was walking by I saw a shiny 10p. I turned to pick it up. I stood up and saw a large house. It was neatly bricked with granite. Large windows were set out in rows of 3. The mansion seemed to have 3 floors. It had a large door with a carving of a huge 1 on it, decorated by carvings of cats. As I looked through the huge black gates twice the size of me I could also see a very long driveway with 5 expensive cars in it.
I rang the doorbell to comment on the magnificent house, there was no reply. I rang twice more and waited. As I waited I counted the number of alarms on the front of the house – 4 in total. I stood for a few minutes but no one answered. I decided just to go in.
I entered into a long, narrow hallway with small ornament lining the birch wood shelves. A noise caught my attention. It was coming from a room to my left. I slowly crept in and realised it was just a coal fire making crackling noises. Above the fire was a painting of a man with a cat. Under the painting was a small plaque with Roger and Seven, 1999 engraved into it. The artist had signed her name at the bottom of the painting, Margaret Gauld. A red leather sofa sat in the centre of the room with a pink feathery cat bed next to it.
Above the door through which I had entered the room was a framed lottery ticket and the final number on the sheet was 7.
In the hallway was a large crystal vase with 3 glass flowers in it. Next to the vase was a small blue door with 6 small rippled glass panes. Through the door was a large table, and all types of kitchen machinery and utensils. Hanging on the door was a blue kitchen apron. The name Margaret had been stitched on with white thread. Above the sink was a large window that looked to a spectacular back garden. It was filled with exotic flowers and perfectly cut grass. Small garden ornaments were dotted all around the garden, and small camouflage motion sensor cameras were also placed there.
I turned at a great speed because of a quiet noise. I noticed a Monet calendar with 12th September marked Ciao!
By Jaime Robb
October 11th, 2007
What was in the cupboard?
When I went to the park, I saw a caravan. It was empty. There were footprints on the ground near it. I went inside. It was dark there were 2 beds. I couldn’t see any photos but there were 3 shelves of books and a map.
There was blood in the bathroom but there was no body in the caravan. I looked all over the place
I want back out side and I followed the footprints. They lead to a shed but I stopped because my mind told me to look in the cupboard in the caravan. So I went back inside .
I looked in the cupboard and there was a gun and it was still hot. I heard someone crying but it’s just the TV. On the windows was a fingerprint. It was red. I went outside and I checked on the engine. It was hot too
I went back inside and the mobile had three messages on it. It was not long before I heard a knock. I looked out of the window to see who it was. It was just three children.
I went to look in the bike carrier which was at the back of the caravan. I found blood. I turned on the light – but it wasn’t working.
I smelled something burning…..
by Shalin, St Peter’s RC School
October 11th, 2007
Are you a good detective? prove it by solving this mystery….
Deep deep into a dark gloomy forest where trees that towered high in to the sky, bushes that swayed from side to side and birds that glided high in to the sky and blended with the clouds in the sky.
The forest was alive with sounds, smells and colours but deep in the forest there was a dark and lonely cottage. It looked abandoned and very, very old. At the front of the house there was a rusty wooden door with the number 8 carved carefully onto it. Half of the doorknob was snapped off and the bottom of the door was covered in cracks.
Inside the cottage, the floor was made of muddy, black, wooden floorboards which were all covered in dust. There was also a bright red rug with a big yellow stain on it. There was a picture which stood tall on a small rusty table. It was of an old man and an older lady standing together. The house was quiet, except for the ticking of the massive grandfather clock in the kitchen.
Also in the kitchen was a majestic, gigantic painting of one of Van Gogh’s great creations, “Sunflower.” The kitchen unit was soaking wet with an empty pot beside it, and some tubes of paints all mixed up.
Leading up to the bedroom was a deep, brown coloured bannister and small wooden steps. There were 37 of them altogether. It was a huge hike! In the bedroom, on a high table, stood an empty whisky bottle and underneath it there was a note.
The note said: Dear Jim Hi. I’m just writing to see how you are doing. I’ve just come back from France. I hope you’ve stopped drinking. If you keep it up, it could get serious. Keep in touch, Love from James
On the pillow, there was a dark red stain. And under the bed sheet, there was something very, very disturbing……
By Jack Alexander, St peters school
October 11th, 2007
Can you guess who lives in this castle?
It was a cold, dark winter’s night. Every so often, the sky was lit by forks of lightning which made the old castle on the hill stand out against the dark.
The castle was very old. The walls were three metres thick and made of granite. They were thirty metres high. The only way in was through the huge wooden door with iron bars running down it.
The door led to the castle’s great hall. The floor was covered with wooden planks which looked as though they had come from a ship. Some of the planks looked as though they had African names carved into them. They looked like African signs and symbols.
On the walls were African masks with thousands of different colours and symbols on them. There were also African shields and spears. There was a space where a spear had been removed. In the corner was a display cabinet. The glass had been broken and items removed. The signs in the cabinet showed that it had contained a whip, a rope and manacles
The ceiling was painted with a large map of Africa showing sailing routes between Africa, Britain and America.
In the opposite side of the great hall from the display cabinet was a raised stage with a curtain drawn across it. The missing spear was lying at the foot of the stage. Its point was bright red – with blood. There was something lying against the curtain, tied with the manacles and the rope….
By Paul.
St Peter’s R.C. Primary School
October 11th, 2007
This morning three detectives including myself were working at our desks when a police officer came into your office and told us an elderly lady called after she head aloud bang coming from her next-door neighbour. She lives at number 20 south elk street Aberdeen.
So i shut my laptop and ran to the car followed by the other two detectives. I let the other two detectives in first and drove as fast as i could. After five minutes we arrived.
The door was wide open. I got out the car and ran into the front hall. There was a puddle of red liquid on the floor. In the middle of the red liquid there was a shotgun shell. It was still hot.
The house was empty and quiet except there was a noise coming from the living room. The TV was still on. On the sofa there was a letter. It said I would get revenge.
On top of the fire there was a shelf on the shelf there was a photo. It was of three people playing football the people looked joyful
Suddenly something fell and smashed in the kitchen it was a bottle of Bacardi Breezier it had fallen out of an over crowed sink in the middle of sink there was a red ink bottle.
Suddenly there was a big slam in the garden. A trail of red liquid led me to the garden shed. i opened the door and found a body. It was one of the footballers in the photo. He had a shotgun wound to the middle of his chest. I reached out to fell for a pulse. Suddenly the victim opened his eyes. He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket. What happens next?
by kieran at st peters school
October 11th, 2007
Can you work out his/her favourite hobbies?
All the windows were wide open as well as the door. The corridors were full of gymnastics certificates and the hoover was laying flat face on the floor. Still plugged in.
The wire lead through to the kitchen where there was bread, butter and a knife on the table. A shopping list was stuck on the fridge door along with four painted pictures. On the side lay a empty cup and a framed photo of a family of five.
A clarinet sat on the sofa with the view of lots of shiny trophies and medals all polished and clean. The television was put on mute. Headphones lead trough to one of the bedrooms and at the end was an i-pod. C-d’s were on the shelves all stacked up and magazines were piled in an open draw. The room was painted green with musical notes painted round the room.
A leotard lay on the bed with a scrunchie attached to it. The curtains were not pulled yet. A violin box stuck out from underneath the bed. I went through to the dining room with the big piano and sheets of music stacked neatly on the stool.
French doors lead out to the garden where garden gnomes stood tall beside the pond. Prickly bushes crawled up the wall where daffodils growing upwards. There was a big vegetable patch full of carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, potatoes, beetroot and tomatoes.
I went through to the front and still garden gnomes round there. In the garage spilled black paint dripped everywhere and oil on the granite ground.
By Bronach Boyle St. Peters RC Primary School
October 11th, 2007
