Scintillating suspense!

Natalia has created a superb tale with a great title...

13th FLOOR  (by Natalia)

The phone rang. "Hello?" said Sam.
"Please help me, I'm trapped in the 13th floor!" a rear soft voice whispered mournfully.
Sam asked Kelly if there was a 13th floor. Kelly was helping Sam to get used to the flat.
"Yes there is a 13th floor, but it is locked."
"Why?"
Kelly did not answer. It seemed like she was trying to hide something. All she said was "Don't even try to get there."

Sam woke up later that night. Her throat was dry, so she took the elevator down to get a cup of water. But something was wrong. The elevator was going UP! Then it stopped. "First floor". It surely wasn't the first floor. Everything was old and covered with dust, the walls were rusty, the doors creaked....IT WAS THE 
13th FLOOR!!

Sam took her oportunity to see if it was true that someone was trapped. There it was again: "Please help me!" Somewhere a phone was ringing. She slowly walked to where the sound had come from. A room door swung open. A dark shadow shifted. All she could hear was her beating heart and her breathing. The door swung back again, too quickly. Something had to be behind it. She shivered with fright as she nerviously walked in.

BANG!! The door closed. She jumped and her eyes went wide open when she saw it.

"Good. Now no-one can disturb us," said the soft voice...

Uh oh... don't answer the phone!

A deeply disturbing yarn crafted by Khaledur:

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!  (by Khaledur)

It was dark. I was in the house watching television when suddenly I heard something. I looked around nervously. There was nothing. Then as soon as I was going to take a deep breath, the phone rang. I picked it up and there was a strange voice which said, "They're coming... they're coming, they're coming for you! They're coming. There's nothing you can do!"

Then just as I was about to put the phone down, there was a whisper: "WE ARE COMING... WE ARE COMING WITH OUR MOUTHS OPEN WIDE. WE ARE COMING, WE ARE COMING. YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!"

I put the phone down. My doorbell rang DING DONG.......

Dare you believe Abu's terrifying tale?

THE MAN WHO DIDN'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS  (by Abu)

A man lived in a haunted house by himself. All of a sudden, the chair started rocking. "What is that?" screeched the man. But nobody answered.


It was dark, the man wanted to sleep so he looked under the bed but nothing was there. He looked in the mirror and a nasty picture of a ghost appeared. The man bellowed "Agh! I have to call 999!" Before he could the ghost grabbed him on his forehead...

By Abu 

Don't go near the mirror!

Rabbi has sent in an eerie riddle...

DEATH TILL US BOTH  (by Rabbi)

We sleep. Most stay awake, but there is one who still roams the night in search for souls... maybe even for yours! You shall never see her by the naked eye, but you might in the mirror! Who could this be? Take a look for yourself...

Mysterious musings from Rabbitz123!

As the night dawns we all sleep but what do we seek?

Here is a boy who goes to the mirror to see if the story is true.

The story of Bloody Mary is as it seems!

Some scary snippets

And now some spooky but anonymous contributions (don't forget to type your name at the end of your post!)

Don't smile,
Don't smile,
I can recognise you.
You dont want that!
Before i shiver goodness around you.

My heart is racing
My feet are shivering
I touch the floor

grrracccc
BOOOO!
I see you but you don't see me.
I will jump in your nightmares!
And turn it all around
Think of me.
Think of me.

what a horrible... YOU'LL SEE!

A heinously hideous horror poem from Michael Rosen!

Michael Rosen has been reading the amazing posts that Year 6 have sent in so far and was inspired to write this terrifying poem in response... (WARNING: Do not read just before bed time!)

I was asleep.
I was awake.
I stared.
It was dark.
I looked.
I saw nothing.
I felt cold.
I breathed.
I heard my breathing.
I heard my breathing in my mouth
I heard my breathing in the room.
The room was getting smaller.
The walls were getting nearer.
The ceiling was coming down towards me.
The walls were getting nearer
The room was getting smaller.
I couldn't move.
It was dark.
It was darker.
The breathing came back at me off the walls.
The breathing came back at me off the ceiling.
The wall was a box.
I was in the box.
The walls reached me and stopped.
The ceiling reached me and stopped.
I am in a box.
I am in the box.
I am in the box.
I am in the box.

John chose this image to illustrate Michael's poem.