St Machar Academy
I just arived at the junk yard. It was pitch black. I clicked on my torch. I walked a couple of yards and stopped. I heared a loud BANG! I turned around really really quicly. I shone my torchch. It was only a pile of falling down cars.
I walked over to the fallen down cars. Next to the car was a white glow. I walked towards it. I entered. BANG! I tripped over the rusty steps and found my face in a tray of mouldy old Chinese food. I pulled my face out. I wiped my face clean of the smelly old noodles. The caravan was a smelly old wreck. I almost tripped over again but this time it was a pair of trousers twice the size of me. Then I tripped over again, but this time it was a handle. I lifted up the hatch to see…
December 19th, 2007
The door appears to be open.
I go in… and see lots of paintings. A smell of turps flies past my nose.
A nicely decorated kitchen with a packet of tulip seeds lying on the work top with some scattered round the packet. A steep spiral of stairs. Upstairs there are five doors (all closed) – three locked. One has a rather fancy door so I go in. It appears to be a studio of some sort. I see more seeds, then I notice a taped up window. A painting of a boy holding a balloon with a dog. Standing near a big house ‘The House Looks Just Like This.’ Then I begin to smell turps again…. I leave the room.
I go in the only other room open…. It’s a bathroom. I see a hammer sitting on the window ledge…. There is duck-tape lying behind the door…
I Hear A Bang!!…
I Run Down Stairs!!…
Leave The House And Close The Door!!
Why Was No-one There??
December 18th, 2007
A very small cottage stood in front of me. The cottage had loads of trees around it, with a path leading down to the cottage. I opened the door having a look around; I saw a red hair band with a bow on it lying on the floor. The walls were all brown and quite dull. The cottage smelt like freshly baked cakes and a pie sitting on the counter with steam coming out of it. I could hear little voices singing outside. I went up the stairs and on them there is a glass slipper. In one bedroom there are SEVEN small beds and in another bedroom there are two normal sized beds. A note on one of the normal sized beds saying, “we have put the bed out for your sleepover…. Love SD P.S have fun!”
Out the window I can see an old lady with a black cloak walking up a hill and a crow flying above her. I went into another room and saw something I never want to see again…!
December 18th, 2007
As he approached the cottage, wind chimes hanging from the porch echoed in the summer’s breeze, and a ‘missing’ poster flapped, but stayed firmly tied to the fence.The front gate creaked as he slowly pushed it open, and as he walked down the cracked garden path, to the sides of him were overgrown plants and uncut grass. He also noticed a thin goat tied to a wooden post.
He stepped through the front door, which was hanging on one of its hinges.
The inside of the house had an obvious modern theme to it. On the coffee table in the small living room, there was a tear-stained marriage certificate among other documents and letters, indecipherable, as they appeared to have been soaked in water.
He edged back out into the hall, and his attention was drawn to a large tear in the carpet leading from the bottom of the stairs to the middle of the floor.
He walked up the small staircase, around 10 steps or so, to the only bedroom in the house. The upstairs smelled strongly of lavender, and was more old-fashioned than downstairs. Except it was a mess. There was blood on the pillows, the duvets were thrown into a heap, drawers tipped out and jewellery strewn on the floor, as if someone had left in a rush.
He fled from the house and sprinted through the quiet village, away from the horrifying scene that had met his eyes in the bathroom…
June
St Machar Academy
December 18th, 2007
I opened the door and the first room I came across was a small, old-fashioned living room with a fibreglass window. I smelt the horrible smell of dog food. I heard a big ding-dong.
I saw a big grandfather clock in the kitchen and other things you would not see in a kitchen. I saw a bright yellow sticky note. It said: “The dog needs 2 cans of dog food. P.S the dog might be afraid of you”.
I looked out the window and saw large overgrown grass that looked like some old man had neglected it I went back to the living room. On an old battered table I saw a letter saying “Mr Runse you have successfully paid of your bill for your vacation” I heard a muffled bark. I went through to the bedroom and saw a dog with blood stained teeth and a body lying on the floor with a bite mark on his neck.
By Grant
December 18th, 2007
As i walked in there were wrappers lying on the floor that looked like Galaxy but I could not tell. There was a note lying on the bed saying, “Dear John, I have left town for a while so we could get some time apart, not fighting over you know what. From James”. Also, on the bed was a set of golf clubs on which the note lay. There was also a suitcase lying at the side of the bed half unpacked, half packed.
By Jason
December 18th, 2007
It was a bright, sunny day; birds were singing and children were playing. At the bottom of the street there was a huge house that towered over the rest. The grass in the front garden had overgrown and the path leading to the front door had big chunks of mud on it. The door was a mahogany red colour like the window frames. In the hallway there was an old-fashioned shoe rack, with three pairs of ripped boots and a pair of black leather shoes. On the walls there were paintings of plants and animals. In the living room, in the corner there was an old fashioned black and white TV. As you walked into the kitchen, on the door there was a picture of a man holding money. Beside the kitchen worktop there was a pair of football boots and a football. On top of the fridge lay a hockey stick, with a mask, and beside the hockey stick lay a trophy with 2nd place on it. In the back garden, the grass was perfectly cut and there wasn’t a blade of grass out of place. Lying on a bench was a pile of empty beer cans. At the very back of the garden was a shed, and on the door there was a stain of what looked like blood. As you opened the shed door, on the desk there was an empty tomato ketchup bottle and a fork. At the back of the shed on a shelf there was a picture of a bride and groom, and to the left of the picture, lay a piece of paper.
Christopher
December 18th, 2007
In a deserted neighbourhood stood a huge house surrounded by leafless trees. This house was the only one for miles. The grass at the front of the house was dull and dry; it looked like it hadn’t been cut for weeks. There lay a sign placed in the grass; it read ‘BEWARE OF DOG’.
Although the garden wasn’t very attractive the actual house was dazzling. The doorbell was made out of pure gold and the owners names were carved in an incredibly, posh and expensive looking marble block attached firmly on the door, “The Brookes”. For such a swell looking house the door was wide open. The hall, kitchen, lounge and dining room were completely empty. It was the perfect scene for tumbleweed. A light still hung in the hall. It flickered on and off for several times until it finally lost all power. The kitchen made a terrible noise that surrounded the house. Suddenly a BIG grey figure came running down the stairs and ran out the door. It was a dog. As I started to go upstairs, there was an awful smell. It was a strong, eye bleeding smell that I had to cover my nose for. It was disgusting. I did not want to encounter it again.
By Rowena
St Machar Academy
December 18th, 2007
In the middle of nowhere, it was a wintry cold storm. There lived an old man called George, who was very lonely. He was watching T.V and he heard the birds giving their signal to go sleep. He watched all the birds fly away. After that he went to get a drink of water, but the water wasn’t coming through! So George went outside to pump up the taps, just one thing he did wrong! He left the door open.
Meanwhile someone came into the old Cottage and hid in the kitchen. Five minutes after, George came back in and went straight to the kitchen to get a drink, gladly the water was coming through! As he was away to go back to the window he got stabbed twice in the back. He was left to die in pain for 10 whole minutes.
Shortly after, he died. The killer took George’s body up the stairs. And put it in the room and locked it. About 3 months later the killer turned the old cottage into a museum. Plenty of people came to see the museum. It cost £12.00 for an adult and £2.00 for a child to come in and see the museum. But one day a family came into see the museum and the killer was giving them a tour of the house, he said “ and this is his room where he studied about birds”. The teenager was part of the family who were coming to see the museum went upstairs when you were not allowed up stairs.
She tried to open the door where George’s body was but it was locked. She went into the bathroom the bath was full of blood with a dead body lying in it. She screamed so loud, her mum and dad came running up the stairs, they asked her what was wrong? She pointed to the bath they all screamed. The killer ran up the stairs and killed them all!
By Ashleigh
November 23rd, 2007
In the middle of the countryside where animals roam free there is a forest where the animals live in fear. There is huge house with great big doors with a ranger’s car parked outside of them. The huge wooden doors were still wide open. Inside the house there was a huge hall with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and on the side of the wall there were hundreds of boars, dears, stags and foxes heads on the wall. There was a room that went off to the left that looked a lot like a dining room with a pile of letters on it and a gun on the top of them. The gun was still loaded with just one bullet missing from it. There was a foot poking out from behind the settee. It was the ranger, dead with a bullet in his head. As you go back into the hall you could see that there were two guns missing from the wall. As you walk up the long spiral stairs you could here the shot of a gun and as you went upstairs into the old man’s room, there was a broken window. Looking out through the broken window you could see an old lifeless body lying on the shrubs …
By Patrick
November 23rd, 2007
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