Thursday, 28 July 2016

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Haunted cemetery

Shadows speak to me as they crawl up my sleeve, cold like silver gloom. I walk in the mist feeling on edge, unsure if I’ll fall and die. I feel nervous and unsteady as I navigate blindly , stumbling and tripping.i hear screaming in the Distance i scamper over as fasts as i could there was a  little boy   being piled into a grave aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh i was so frightened i notst the face of the little boy i suddenly  realized IT”S MY BROTHER!!! So i pulled the there leg as hard as i could  POP! the zombie let go now all of the zombies are crazy mad we flee with every stumble and trip THEN …. I woke up i’m so relieved it was a dream wait double check i walk out over my bedroom door and ….


by Sophie what do you think

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BOOM ”I’m going to die!” I cry in horror. Flames were rising and getting hotter and hotter by the very long lasting second. Glass shattered all around me. Dirt spat into my eye blinding me for a horrible minute.The fire was screaming now. I tremble in pain as I scrape some glass out of my  leg, as blood poured out.I was becoming deafened  by the loud noises and people yelling and screaming.

by Sophie

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Trembley in the darkness...

“Helloooo” she said as her
voice echoed into the gloomy room. She heard the whispers of a ghost, Wisper Wisper. She walked into the dark damp manshon. The lights flickered as she walked down the ghostly hall. Swoosh, it's there,
flash it's gone.


Trembling in the darkness, alone, or as she thought.
She slowly trembled to the end of the hall, Where she heard a blackboard being scratched by an unidentified figure.


She creeped along a little longer, she found a room . she was anshus, but eager to go further. She slowly opened the door to the mysterious room
 


She could smell death in front of her. She shivered the biggest shiver  she ever had, her face slowly turned white like a cotton ball. The dead still skeleton rose from out of the dead coffin. he looked a lot like my father. “aaaahhhhhh.’ it is my father. “don’t eat me, please”........... By Sophie and Robyn
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