Possession
When they saw me walking down the corridor with it in my hands, everyone walked on the opposite side of the corridor to me. I got to my next lesson and my teacher told me to dispose of it and never go near it again. How could something so small be so harmful? I ignored my teacher's advice and went home with it in my pocket. I had found it in the canteen on the floor at school. I had thought that someone dropped it. I showed my Grandma it and she instantly recognised it as her own.
She sat me down at the kitchen table and told me the full story. Her great-great grandmother owned a ring, the same one I had in my possession. She said that her family had owned the ring for generations and then it had vanished after her dad's death. I then thought maybe the ring had something to do with his death. After all it did vanish right after he died.
Later on the ring had to be gone, but weird things were happening. My younger sister never came home and my mum was acting very strange. I took the ring to our local jewellers and he examined it. He told me that it was made in 1887 with a three dimensional queen's head. He then explained the truth. Back in 1887, when the ring was made, one of our ancestor's bought the ring and gave it to his wife, although his spirit was trapped in there because someone had put a curse on it. He was trying to still get the family fortune for only him.
I took the ring back to school the next day and tried to help my ancestor, along with my two friends. We learnt that he had a fear of being rejected and losing the family fortune, which was in fact the ring. When my Grandma's dad put the ring on, the spirit thought that he was trying to take the fortune and killed him. I explained to the spirit that I was family and that I was trying to keep the ring safe. He allowed that to happen and let anyone who I gave my permission to to touch the ring. The spirit was finally set free after 300 years of waiting.
Friday, 3 July 2015
Monday, 18 May 2015
Army Days
Army Days
I had to keep on running. I had to fight back the tears. His head shifted into my chest. His face went pale. My eyes started to blur, as his hand was losing grip of mine. The blanket started to go as red as a tomato. I knew that I was going to lose him. I sprinted towards the refugee camp as there was nothing else to do. Was I going to see him again? I wondered.
As I sprinted towards the golden gate, I stopped. BANG! A minebomb exploded taking me and him with it. The rubble from the buildings was everywhere and I jumped to move it, to find the boy. He was my main thought at this moment in time. I saw a dusty hand and uncovered the rest of the horror. A lifeless body was there, with blood on his face. No pulse. No family except me. I had lost my little brother and now his coffin is resting on my guilt. Our duty is to protect and I failed. Maybe I should have never joined the army in the first place.
A Day At The Beach-Pinhead's POV
A Day At The Beach-Pinhead's POV
Everything had changed. A lot has happened in 10 years. People come and go. I spend most of my time in the old arcade playing the slot machines, I never use to. The arcade was an isolated building on an old pier on the sandy beach of Brighton. At one point I was in a freak show, I was only 16 and I was known by everyone as Pinhead. They were all scared of me.
One day, I was having another go at the slot machine when I saw a small girl enter the musty room. She was short, so she must've been about 6 or 7. She had short brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. She was on her own and walked cautiously to the claw grabber (better known as the lucky dipper) and she saw a brown fluffy teddy bear. It took the girl three goes until she gave up and walked away. It started to heavy rain and thunder. The girl came back and I hid behind the machine. The machine was a tall as a mountain compared to me and I still managed to stay hidden. I came out from the machine so the girl could get her toy. She grabbed it and backed away. I suppose that's what everyone does. She fell down a hole onto the beach and I saw her lying there on the silky sand. I panicked. I grabbed her to safety.
As I walked back to the arcade, I smiled to the girl and waved goodbye to her. Why did I save her? I saved her because I couldn't loose her again. She doesn't know me, but I know her. She looks just like her mother that made me lose it. It was the girl's mother that made me lose my daughter. Today was the first time I saw my little girl. My Angelina. I saw her again, a year later with her mother. Her mother has another man there and Angelina was calling him "Daddy". My world plummeted as I heard her call another man "Daddy". I suppose her mother was ashamed that I was Angelina's dad. They're so normal and I'm a freak. Angelina caught my eye and waved at me. As I waved back I wondered, how long until the man who has pins in his head, will be recognized as her father? How long until I got called "Daddy?" When would I see her again?"
This is based on a short film I watched in English called 'A day at the beach' and one of the characters is called Pinhead.
Everything had changed. A lot has happened in 10 years. People come and go. I spend most of my time in the old arcade playing the slot machines, I never use to. The arcade was an isolated building on an old pier on the sandy beach of Brighton. At one point I was in a freak show, I was only 16 and I was known by everyone as Pinhead. They were all scared of me.
One day, I was having another go at the slot machine when I saw a small girl enter the musty room. She was short, so she must've been about 6 or 7. She had short brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. She was on her own and walked cautiously to the claw grabber (better known as the lucky dipper) and she saw a brown fluffy teddy bear. It took the girl three goes until she gave up and walked away. It started to heavy rain and thunder. The girl came back and I hid behind the machine. The machine was a tall as a mountain compared to me and I still managed to stay hidden. I came out from the machine so the girl could get her toy. She grabbed it and backed away. I suppose that's what everyone does. She fell down a hole onto the beach and I saw her lying there on the silky sand. I panicked. I grabbed her to safety.
As I walked back to the arcade, I smiled to the girl and waved goodbye to her. Why did I save her? I saved her because I couldn't loose her again. She doesn't know me, but I know her. She looks just like her mother that made me lose it. It was the girl's mother that made me lose my daughter. Today was the first time I saw my little girl. My Angelina. I saw her again, a year later with her mother. Her mother has another man there and Angelina was calling him "Daddy". My world plummeted as I heard her call another man "Daddy". I suppose her mother was ashamed that I was Angelina's dad. They're so normal and I'm a freak. Angelina caught my eye and waved at me. As I waved back I wondered, how long until the man who has pins in his head, will be recognized as her father? How long until I got called "Daddy?" When would I see her again?"
This is based on a short film I watched in English called 'A day at the beach' and one of the characters is called Pinhead.
Thursday, 14 May 2015
The Ghost In The Cupboard
The Ghost in the Cupboard
Hannah was home alone. Her brother was out with his friends and her parents were out for dinner with their friends that lived in Australia. Their house was old and grand, and it gave a spine chilling feeling every time someone walked through the front door. The house was cheap on the market, priced at only £350,000 and whenever someone at Hannah's school asked were she lived, they shuddered and said,
"Well, good luck" and would run off. Hannah was to be confused at first, but then she got use to it.
She was sitting on her bed doing her Geography homework, when she froze. Creak, creak, creak. She cautiously put her pen down and looked up.
"Dylan, is that you?" She asked. No reply.
"Hello, anyone there?" She shouted. Still no reply. BANG! The door swung open then shut and Hannah froze. She got up off her bed and went to open the door. She opened it and no one was there. That was weird, I swear the door was shut. She thought to herself. She sat back down on her bed when she heard a deep, ghostly like voice.
"Hannah, Hannah" The voice whispered and Hannah looked up, startled.
"I demand to know who's there!" She shouted. All of a sudden her teddy bear, Jamie got thrown at her. Where did Jamie come from? I swear I put him in my cupboard. She carried on doing her homework, when she felt a cold rush, come over her, as if someone is stepping over her grave. This majorly freaked Hannah out as all of the windows were shut and it was mid June.
Hannah was finishing up the last question on her Geography homework, when her stereo turned on, playing a freaky classical piece of music. She had seen something like this before in a horror movie, so she knew exactly what not to do. She ambled over to her stereo to turn it off and when she turned back around to sit back down on her bed, she could see an icy hand wrapping its fingers around her cupboard door. She went to open it and she screamed as she saw what looked like her own dead body, and she fell into blackness as she fainted from the sight she just saw.
The sequel is coming soon, comment if you have any ideas for a new story or book :)
Hannah was home alone. Her brother was out with his friends and her parents were out for dinner with their friends that lived in Australia. Their house was old and grand, and it gave a spine chilling feeling every time someone walked through the front door. The house was cheap on the market, priced at only £350,000 and whenever someone at Hannah's school asked were she lived, they shuddered and said,
"Well, good luck" and would run off. Hannah was to be confused at first, but then she got use to it.
She was sitting on her bed doing her Geography homework, when she froze. Creak, creak, creak. She cautiously put her pen down and looked up.
"Dylan, is that you?" She asked. No reply.
"Hello, anyone there?" She shouted. Still no reply. BANG! The door swung open then shut and Hannah froze. She got up off her bed and went to open the door. She opened it and no one was there. That was weird, I swear the door was shut. She thought to herself. She sat back down on her bed when she heard a deep, ghostly like voice.
"Hannah, Hannah" The voice whispered and Hannah looked up, startled.
"I demand to know who's there!" She shouted. All of a sudden her teddy bear, Jamie got thrown at her. Where did Jamie come from? I swear I put him in my cupboard. She carried on doing her homework, when she felt a cold rush, come over her, as if someone is stepping over her grave. This majorly freaked Hannah out as all of the windows were shut and it was mid June.
Hannah was finishing up the last question on her Geography homework, when her stereo turned on, playing a freaky classical piece of music. She had seen something like this before in a horror movie, so she knew exactly what not to do. She ambled over to her stereo to turn it off and when she turned back around to sit back down on her bed, she could see an icy hand wrapping its fingers around her cupboard door. She went to open it and she screamed as she saw what looked like her own dead body, and she fell into blackness as she fainted from the sight she just saw.
The sequel is coming soon, comment if you have any ideas for a new story or book :)
Monday, 27 April 2015
Death By Tea
Death By Tea
Smash! Thud! The cup smashed and the body hit the floor. Lifeless. He died instantly at the scene, only poison was found with the middle aged man. A murder case. Detective Harbow was the one who had to question the only suspect, Matt Hall. Harbow got the case in her office, from the police station down the road. The agency she run was called "Detective's Union" and it solved cases from across the UK. Everyone knew that Detective's Union was the place to go for a good case to be solved. Harbow had solved over 50 cases just last year. She was the best detective going.
Detective Harbow got out of her 1950's Ford Mustang and went up to a house with a battered front door. She knocked on the front door and a man in his mid 20's opened it. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black tracksuit bottoms.
"I ain't talking to no police, got it!" Matt snarled as he saw the badge and tried to shut the door.
"I just need to ask a few questions!" Harbow snapped back, trying to push the battered door more open.
"Get off my property!" Matt shouted and passers by just stopped and stared.
"Did you know Luke Tamsworth?" Harbow asked calmly.
"Use to, until he turned his back on me. I had to get him back, so I killed him."
"Matt Hall, you're under arrest-" Harbow paused as Matt turned around and sprinted out of his back door.
After 20 minutes of chasing him through the woods, taking a left turn then a right turn and jumping over various logs more than 5 times, Detective Harbow finally caught him. Matt Hall was arrested for the murder of Luke Tamsworth. Harbow sent the police to look for more evidence and they found the same poison that killed Luke. Matt's statement said that he disguised himself as a waiter and slipped the poison into Luke's tea. He died instantly. And this was all because Luke got engaged to Matt's ex-girlfriend. Luke and Matt use to be best friends until Matt found out about Luke's engagement.
This story has been made into a short movie by me and my friend and I'm planning a sequel to the book, if anyone is interested.
Smash! Thud! The cup smashed and the body hit the floor. Lifeless. He died instantly at the scene, only poison was found with the middle aged man. A murder case. Detective Harbow was the one who had to question the only suspect, Matt Hall. Harbow got the case in her office, from the police station down the road. The agency she run was called "Detective's Union" and it solved cases from across the UK. Everyone knew that Detective's Union was the place to go for a good case to be solved. Harbow had solved over 50 cases just last year. She was the best detective going.
Detective Harbow got out of her 1950's Ford Mustang and went up to a house with a battered front door. She knocked on the front door and a man in his mid 20's opened it. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black tracksuit bottoms.
"I ain't talking to no police, got it!" Matt snarled as he saw the badge and tried to shut the door.
"I just need to ask a few questions!" Harbow snapped back, trying to push the battered door more open.
"Get off my property!" Matt shouted and passers by just stopped and stared.
"Did you know Luke Tamsworth?" Harbow asked calmly.
"Use to, until he turned his back on me. I had to get him back, so I killed him."
"Matt Hall, you're under arrest-" Harbow paused as Matt turned around and sprinted out of his back door.
After 20 minutes of chasing him through the woods, taking a left turn then a right turn and jumping over various logs more than 5 times, Detective Harbow finally caught him. Matt Hall was arrested for the murder of Luke Tamsworth. Harbow sent the police to look for more evidence and they found the same poison that killed Luke. Matt's statement said that he disguised himself as a waiter and slipped the poison into Luke's tea. He died instantly. And this was all because Luke got engaged to Matt's ex-girlfriend. Luke and Matt use to be best friends until Matt found out about Luke's engagement.
This story has been made into a short movie by me and my friend and I'm planning a sequel to the book, if anyone is interested.
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Secret Treasures of Black House: Chapter 1
New Beginnings
One crisp autumn day at the old Black House a silver BMW pulled up in the driveway of the house. It was followed shortly after by a removal van. A girl of 12 stepped out of the silver BMW and sighed heavily.
"A new house, all because of a new stupid job, you have to take" She groaned looking at her mum.
"Stop complaining and take the boxes up to your room." The girl's mother ordered to the girl. Just as they were discussing rooms, a boy of 14 stepped climbed out of the car and took his boxes.
"Come on Mai, let's choose our rooms." The boy suggested to his younger sister as he walked up the cobble path to the house. Mai reluctantly followed him, although the house brought eerie feelings for the pair. The corridors had peeling wallpaper and the rooms looked burnt out. The kitchen had missing tiles and cracked worktops. Mai and her brother, Luke, followed the long dark corridor around the house and they stopped and looked up.
The pair had stopped at the bottom of some crooked stairs and looked up and saw a long, dark landing with twists and turns.
"We need to do this place up, re-painting and tiling, I'll start now." Their dad said to the pair who had followed them through the house. Mai went up the stairs first and turned left. There were two bedrooms opposite each other and a locked doorway.
"That must lead to the Attic." Luke said to Mai.
Luke ran into the bedroom on the left, so that left Mai with the room on the right. It took the rest of the weekend to get everything into the rooms and painted and at 5 o'clock on the Sunday evening Sue called everyone for dinner. The house soon felt like home.
The dinner wasn't exciting, as it was only a take-away Chinese. They sat in silence and watched TV. It was Luke's choice of Skyfall and Mai just sat on her iPod until it finished. She was dreading her first day at school as she wasn't with her friends and it was a new school, so she didn't know her way around. She went to bed feeling sick and thinking about what was to come.
One crisp autumn day at the old Black House a silver BMW pulled up in the driveway of the house. It was followed shortly after by a removal van. A girl of 12 stepped out of the silver BMW and sighed heavily.
"A new house, all because of a new stupid job, you have to take" She groaned looking at her mum.
"Stop complaining and take the boxes up to your room." The girl's mother ordered to the girl. Just as they were discussing rooms, a boy of 14 stepped climbed out of the car and took his boxes.
"Come on Mai, let's choose our rooms." The boy suggested to his younger sister as he walked up the cobble path to the house. Mai reluctantly followed him, although the house brought eerie feelings for the pair. The corridors had peeling wallpaper and the rooms looked burnt out. The kitchen had missing tiles and cracked worktops. Mai and her brother, Luke, followed the long dark corridor around the house and they stopped and looked up.
The pair had stopped at the bottom of some crooked stairs and looked up and saw a long, dark landing with twists and turns.
"We need to do this place up, re-painting and tiling, I'll start now." Their dad said to the pair who had followed them through the house. Mai went up the stairs first and turned left. There were two bedrooms opposite each other and a locked doorway.
"That must lead to the Attic." Luke said to Mai.
Luke ran into the bedroom on the left, so that left Mai with the room on the right. It took the rest of the weekend to get everything into the rooms and painted and at 5 o'clock on the Sunday evening Sue called everyone for dinner. The house soon felt like home.
The dinner wasn't exciting, as it was only a take-away Chinese. They sat in silence and watched TV. It was Luke's choice of Skyfall and Mai just sat on her iPod until it finished. She was dreading her first day at school as she wasn't with her friends and it was a new school, so she didn't know her way around. She went to bed feeling sick and thinking about what was to come.
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