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| The following are excerpts from some creative writing done by the Grades Six and Seven students. |
"The Haunted Mansion" by Julie F.
I was new in town, trying to make friends and settle in. I would have never guessed that I would have to pass a 'test' to get into the 'cool group'. It was late on Halloween night; most of the trick-or-treaters had already retreated to their households. I sat with Joni, Max and Saskia. They were only a small portion of the group in school that I was dying to be a part of.
We were sitting on a stone wall that reached up to an old mansion, waiting for someone to think up a dare for me. I hadn't even thought of the mansion, until Joni said, "go up to the haunted mansion ... go upstairs and break the only unbroken window in the place." I could just see Max's eyes light up; he had always been interested in terrifying people.
"All right .... sure, what's so bad about an old house anyway?" I had asked, soon to be humiliated by the three's laughter. I was playing dumb, just trying to rid myself of that uninvited feeling in my throat....
I glanced up at the massive estate.... The gnarled trees with ghost-like fingers reached towards the icy blue moon. I attempted to pull my eyes away from the graveyard settled next to the dilapidated old dwelling, but I failed. The headstones were bathed in a thick fog, a classic ghost scene. I sighed, "Kay, but you three have to come up to the gate with me...." I looked at the trio.
"What?" Joni shrieked. "No way, girl, this is your..."
Saskia cut her off. "All right, Jess, we'll wait at the gate." I think Saskia liked me. Either that, or she felt sorry for me.
Grinning briefly at Saskia, I turned to head up the estate's long, winding driveway. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Tilting my head down, I watched as my shoes crunched on the gravel turf. I looked back only once to see the three following me. Jodi's dark make-up and clothes made for a witch-like appearance, not to mention her high-set, spiky bun and spiked collar. Her appearance wasn't helping to kill my awful thoughts of who or what I might meet while inside the house.
As I reached the gate, I paused. My hands flew to my throat. Oh, how I wished that lump of fear would leave! But, it didn't. The old gate screamed; its hinges pulled the metal bars back, allowing me to enter....
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"Stitches for the Fourth Time" by Marlowe A.
It was about nine o'clock in the evening and it was my Dad's birthday.... I made it a night he will never forget! This is how it started.
I was about seven years old, racing with some wild kid in the house, and then I had a big collision with the corner of the door. I just thought it was a bruise, but I was not sure, so I went upstairs to my room and when I turned on my light I saw blood on the light switch. Panicking, I quickly went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. To my horror, I saw lots of blood. I ran looking for my mom or dad, this time dodging corners and people. I knew it would be bad because the other three times I had to get stitches I remembered it had hurt.
I was running so fast blood was dripping down my face, like thick red rain. I found my mom and dad. Everybody was asking, "What happened?" I was too embarrassed to tell them that I ran in to a door. My dad said, "I'll take you to the clinic," so away we went.
While we were in the car my heart was palpitating.... |
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