Y5C have been writing Haunted house stories to coincide with their 'no place like home' topic. The class produced some fantastic descriptions. Below are some samples.
The wind was
a wolf. It howled and howled until I thought it would blow down the bus stop
roof, where I had been for nigh on an hour.
Finally a gust of driving rain made up my mind. “Come on!” I shouted. Meanwhile Trevor shivered and snivelled and
the full moon lit up his creased face.
“No way!” he
shouted “I’m staying here and waiting for our bus”. I started to move away from
him.
“Hey wait
for me. I don’t want to be alone!” he cried.
As I waited
for him to catch up, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wreck of a house.
Tiles had ripped off revealing the rotten planks like skeleton beneath
flesh. Ragged bits of yellow tape
wrapped around the gate and two jet black demon statues seemed to move where I
moved. Should I enter? I thought.
By Charles
As I walked
quickly home with my ten year old brother, we ate the sweets we just bought and
talked about the Hunger Games in Minecraft.
When we got to the end of the road it started raining and it gradually
got worse and worse. So we had to take
shelter. The nearest house was an
abandoned one; we had no choice but to go in!
By Nathan
I walked in
silently. The walls were as rough as sandpaper.
The light kept flickering on and off. “Hello! Is anybody
here?” my voice echoed. I wondered if
anyone was living here. The dark,
menacing stairs started to creak. As
quick as a flash, the door opened. Wind
blew in my face. I saw a creepy picture hung up on the rock hard wall. It was a
photo of two strange identical twins. As
I took my hand off the banister, it was covered in a thick layer of dust.
By Areeba
The house
was a dictionary opened at H – haunted, horror and hideous. As I tiptoed up the stairs, I could feel the
mould on the rough walls which were as if they were coming closer every time I
stepped up. Bravely, I knocked on the door
and whimpered “Hello, anyone here?” Nobody answered but the door just opened by
itself. I took a deep breath. My heart pounded like a giant hand had knocked every
breath out of me.
By Isabel
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