The Spook House- By Lucy Bird

As I trudge towards the rusted iron gates, a dull light in the house flicked on. It casts a shadowy, gloomy glow across the garden. The leafless trees whisper and rustle in the light breeze. A giant furry spider scuttles across the cracked, stone path. The reflection of the white, shiny full moon sits on the roof of the house. Silhouettes of bats make shadows on the ground as they pass in front of the moon. The night was crystal clear when I left my house, but now the sky was began to fog up. The air around me is collecting the mist feeding off the moon.

Suddenly, I hear a loud, wretched SCREECH from behind me. I spin around to see and hear the gate swinging back and forth slowly in the light breeze, scraping the ground. The air smells musty and old. My nostrils recoil as I get nearer to the house. I admit that I was frightened.
I'm normally not one to be scared, but this house could make anyone jump out of their skin! The sky is brewing up a storm, grey clouds cover up the moon and a breeze sweeps by and ruffles my shirt. I reach the door. Just walking up the path seemed like an eternity. I rap, a short, shaky knock at the door. It creepily swings open by itself. I step inside...

The House-By: Oscar

The light seemed to fade as if it were scared of the house that stood before me. Its towering profile watched me like a prison guard poised to strike, yet as patient as a brick. The ominous green light shone from the window like an illuminated eye forever searching for a the next victim.

The Haunted House-By Claudia

Claudia
Monday 26th July

I stumbled up to the gates of the old house , my heart pumping wildly. A thin mist hung around my legs. The gargoyles stared down at me with their beady red eyes. . The gates swung open creaking on the hinges. A wolf howled in the distance. I continued my way up the path. The house looked cold and damp. Screech! The gates swung closed behind me. Now I had no way out. I was nearly there. Several bats circled around the top of the house where a tall tower was. Ahhh! I thought I heard some one scream,but maybe it was just my imagination. The front door swung open some was standing at the door...
The old man at the door eyed me as I stumbled up the path. Preparing to run, I picked up a pebble and held it tightly in my hands it was the only thing I had to defend myself. The old man slowly made his way down the path towards me. “Come” he whispered. I was terrified. I felt like screaming help me, but no one would hear me out here in this deserted village. I still had the pebble in my hand. I aim it at the gates and threw it. Whoosh. The pebble flew through the air and hit the gates. Slowly they opened. Wow, that was lucky. The man just stared and shook his head.

Haunted house-By Kieran

As I approach the old rusty house, the mist shimmers in the luminous old oil lamps. There are Gargoyles perched atop the crumbling brick pillars supporting the rusty iron gates, and their eyes seem to stare at me malevolently I shake myself mentally. “gargoyles don’t stare, stupid.” I murmur to myself.
“We Don’t?” squeaks a voice behind me. I spin around, tripping in my haste to find the owner of the voice. “Stupid human” comes a second, much lower voice. “of course we talk.”
I’m hearing things now, this place is really starting to creep me out.
I stumble through the graveyard, imagining the rotting corpses buried in ornate coffins beneath the damp brown soil.In the distance I hear a howl in the distance The decking creaks as I gingerly climb the stairs, expecting the rotten boards to collapse under my feet at any moment. As my hand reaches towards the door knocker I hear a cold, high cackle from the top of the house, where a lamp suddenly flickers to light. The door creaks open and a shriveled face wearing a tight, black skullcap pokes out of the doorway. “Come in, come in Mr Thompson, we’ve been expecting you.”
The old man beckons me inside, as a dark cloud of bats rise up from the apex of the musty old house, and a full moon comes into view.

The Haunted House - By Ruby

As I tramp slowly towards the damage, my heart thumping. The gargoyles staring me dead in the eye make me feel unsafe and breathless. I take one large step forward as I hear the moreporks and bats making spooky noises. As I keep on walking the moon shines down on this damp and icy cold abandoned house. I get to the old rusted misty door. As the gates shut they make a high pitch creaking noise.Then I proceed to old ancient wooden door. There is a whole heap of mist that comes towards me, suddenly the door flies open no one is there, it is pitch black and very very scary.

Trapped by Maddy

I creep through the deserted forest. My feet freeze as I look up to see the mist cover up a cold damp house that stands strong before me. I feel a certain breeze coming from nowhere. This cold breeze turned into a firm ghastly wind, blowing me over and picking me up! I am weak... I am scared out of my head. My finger tips turn into dust, my long fair hair is deeply tied round my aching arms and legs, my hair is firmly rapped round my mouth to keep me from screaming. I was lonely for years and forever trapped. All that I could move was my eyes as they glanced from side to side, watching little innocent boys and girls just like me being dragged into their sudden death.

My eye sight is the only sense I have left. I grew older and my eyes played tricks on me. I see things that give me horrible thoughts, I miss my family, I want to go home, even though I know they are well gone on this planet. My skin is gray, I can’t imagine how many decades have pasted. One fine morning the mist had disappeared and the house released my soul! I was free with the wind! I had left this world, I couldn’t believe it “FREE!!!!” I shouted to the world! I was in my happy place, fulfilled once again!

Harry Q's Scary House.

Harry’s scary house. By Harry Q

When I walked up to the house ,I had a shiver down my spine as I entered through the rusty gate, I saw grave stones and then I saw bats flying and the wind howling through the trees. The front steps were moldy and very slippery and I knocked on the door.
A mystery person opened the door and said ‘hello’ do you want a cup of tea? I was shocked to hear an ordinary person, living in such a scary house.

Fear floods through me By Flossii

As I approach the gloomy abandoned house fear floods though me and I shiver with terror. The moon makes the house glow and that makes me very uncomfortable. There is a slight breeze and the ancient rusty gates squeak in pain as i hobble in. The full moon gives enough light for me too be able to see a grave yard covered in a ghostly white blanket of mist. All my instincts are telling me to turn back and never return but i can’t. There is a light on up by the front of the house but all i can see from it is a closed glass front door as i look more closely i see a broad grim shadow a still as a statue just standing there on the opposite side of the door, my heart begins beating my chest with its powerful thump. My hands are beginning to sweat and i feel a frigid breath down my neck it sends a shiver down my spine, i swivel around. but there is nothing there the worst thing of all when i look back at the door the shadow is completely gone, vanished of the face of the earth I turn my attention to something else slightly higher up i see a roof that looks so pointy, that you could easily slice your thumb open if you were ever to go up there. This house is colossal bigger than i have ever seen, as I look to my right and i see the shadow of whooping great tree overpowering the house it creeps me out and gives me the heeby geebies and thats just the icing on the cake i turn back and bolt down the loose gravel road to safety.

The haunted house-by Harry.H

I trudged slowly along the abandoned road looking for safety. I slowly approach a hairpin corner the gravel crunched underfoot. I look around for any thing, an abandoned shed or windmill by chance but it was very hard to see through the thick ghostly fog. I was starting to get really cold and then I saw a lantern or an oil lamp in the distance I thought I must have been dreaming but no! I definitely saw a flickering light in the darkness. As I approached the lantern it became more and more clear as the moonlight shone through the fog. I saw a rusted gate hanging on some ancient pillars with creepy gargoyles on the top the sort you saw on horror movies. I was definitely not sure what do, but then the moon revealed a dodgy hunted house in the distance, what now? I thought to myself...

The house across the road-by:Abby

“Ha” “I’m going to bet you” I teased my friend he knew I was better then him at Soccer, but he didn’t show it. He tackled me smashed into me but never got the ball. When I got close to the goal I kicked it, but sadly it missed and kept on rolling down the path. It stopped at the house across the street, the one we call “The hunted house” A big tall mansion with big iron gates. Now I was scared... As I step through the rusty old gates a sting of fear hits me. The moon floats over the house like a ghost I creep along the path way, shivering as I walk. I walk Towards the ball then suddenly it roles away and through a open window. through the house, I let out a little annoyed sigh, because I have to walk further into the creepy environment. I look around me at the graveyard I can hear the skeletons breathing. I want to run to hide and never come back, but I knew I had to be brave. Step by step I climb up the stairs to the abandoned house a dark sensation floods through my body. The door lets out a horrible shreek as I slide it open. when I step into the house I’m blinded by smoke and pure blackness I can’t see a thing. I hear faded laughs in the distance of the big house, my hearts beating so fast I can’t stop it.

Verity's Story Granny's Grave.

I froze at the entrance of the abandoned house. I could feel the mist ooze round my feet as they tightened and pulled me towards my Granny’s grave. It was like I was getting sucked into a tornado. “Emma“ .I snapped round and looked at a figure poised in the door of the house. The light flickered on and off. She made me fixated on her. I blinked and she disappeared. I gradually looked up the house and noticed that the moon was making the house glow. This house was freaking me out now. My Granny’s grave was right next to the steps of the house. I tried to walk over to the grave but I was getting pulled up towards the door of the house. I tossed the now dead rose’s to the cracked grave. I was standing deathlike at the door of the house, unable to move any muscle in my body. My arm was getting forced to ring the door bell. I was trying with every possible muscle in my body to not ring that doorbell. My strength grew weak and I could no longer fight the demon inside me. I could feel fear trickle down my forehead then I began to cry. That single drop of tear plodded down onto the squeaky floorboards then my body flung backwards and a green spirit emerged out of my fear struck body and dashed into the house. I fell on the ground in shock. All of a sudden a little girl emerged out of the house and ran up to me. She leaped into my arms. That's when I realized that my daughter was still alive.

The House On The Corner-By: Jessica

Dark shadows loomed overhead, gravestones creaked in the ghastly cold wind, a loud thump came from the top story of the murky prehistoric house. The rusted gate groaned in the ice cold breeze .I became a statue, frozen with fear. I saw something move swiftly behind the cracked window, the door handle turned gradually, the smell of must filled the air, everything stopped, the door bolted open...

The Haunted House - By Mykala

As I creep up the jagged path the bats swoop past. Suddenly lights flicker but I still carry on. Gargoyles stare at me as the mist creeps up towards me. Where am I? I wonder to myself. It is as black as coal. I can’t see anything as I stand here in the cold waiting for the moon to come out from behind the clouds. I feel the damp mist clinging to me. I shiver. I take a step my foot slips out from under me. I fall against something hard.

Petrified by Grayden O'Connor

I was running to my apartment from my friends cottage at quarter to twelve at night . That's how I came across it. The mansion on the ridge was directly beside me. Mist swirled around it all. I recognized the unearthly frozen breeze glide through my clothes. I stood there... frozen with fear. The houses’ wrought iron gates suddenly creaked open. It was scary, but cool at the same time. I suddenly subconsciously trudged forward. I only had control of my head. I studied the broken landscape. Gravestones, mangled and trashed, lay mercilessly in the misty air. The hedges were all running wild and the trees cast creeping shadows over the destroyed, muddy terrain. The gerbera plants were all dark and droopingly low. The moon was somewhat larger by the house. The giant menacing full moon. But I knew the worst was still to face me. What couldn’t stay out of my freaked out mind was the luminous green glow emitting from the dreaded, green flaking mansion.
I stepped onto the veranda and the glow suddenly flared and instantly burst off. I opened the door slowly. It creaked uncontrollably. I was terrified, but still walked forward. The sinister force was still beckoning me forward. At the dusty stairs it left me there and held me. A hazy white form emerged at the head of the stairs.
I was completely petrified. I stayed in my scary nightmare for two seconds and then passed out.

The House - By Mackenzie

Prologue

As I walked up the small gravel path, I could hear the glass crunch underfoot. The door hung lazily on its rusted hinges. As i got closer to the house i was engulfed by the fog’s thick arms, as the fog cleared i could really see what had happened, glass lay on the ground shattered by the blast, shards of wood were scattered all around. I walked up the steps and peered inside.



Emotions flooded me as i remembered my old bed room, I could hardly believe what had happened. The old Grandfather clock lay across the living room floor, miraculously still ticking even though it looked as though a invisible hand, had thrown it across the room. I ventured further into the house weeds were winding all along the hall. I knew I had to get revenge. I walked slowly out of the house and headed home. `

The House - By Henry

The house stood there in the early morning light, half obscured by fog, looking lost and alone. Most of the windows were smashed in or hanging off their hinges, making an eery ‘creak ... creak’ in the slight breeze whistling through the air.

Trembling with fear, I took a few shaky steps down the rough gravel path towards the house. I knew why I had to go there but I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it. I walked up the crumbling stone steps, my walking stick making a clacking noise against the ground.

I opened the rotting door, and screamed.

The Wooden House - By Tessa

As I approach the rusty gates they screeches open in front of me. I peek in and see the cracked moldy gravestones. As I step on the dark green undergrowth the mist swallows my feet and I run to the fractured wooden steps . I run toward the house. I can hear my heart beating over the sound of the wind screaming through the surrounding trees. The moon hovers over the old, unpleasant, scary place as I step on the wooden steps they feel as they moving under my feet pulling me away. I force my hand and I hold the cold door handle my hands are shaking as I open the door. Fear floods through my face.

The Old Haunted House By Finnegan

The cast iron gates swung silently open as I approached. Gravel crunched underfoot as I passed through. The long grass almost hid the weather beaten tombstones that were dotted around the vast paddock. As I drew closer to the house it cast its shadowy veil over me, shielding me from the icy glare of the full moon.

The steps were worn smooth with years of usage. The heavy oak doors were cracked with age but I could see they were still very strong. As I reached for the handle the doors creaked open revealing smothering darkness inside its gaping maw.

Evil Gargoyles By Robbie

As I walked towards the gloomy rusted gates the evil gargoyles eyes lit up blood red. They started to stretch their concrete wings and flew down to attack me. I ran towards the foggy lawn but then I realized they weren't bushes, but old forgotten gravestones. when I got to the door it open automatically so I walked inside. the mantle piece was stain with blood and a bloody human carcass lay stranded on the floor with bite holes in their neck. A familiar shadow crept up behind me and attacked me. I ran outside through the old grave yard but got trapped by the gargoyles. The vampire sliced at me with it’s blood stained claws and almost took my head off. The concrete gargoyles glided down to eat me. I couldn’t get out out of this situation.

Entering the house - by Sergio

As I strolled toward the house, the mist engulfed me, all I could hear was the slow and rhythmic creaking of the rusty gate...Slowly but surely the mist faded away, I walked inside the gates, which suddenly closed behind me. My heart racing, I slowly make my way to the door, stopping to read a grave stone R.I.P Porky the hamster “weird”, I muttered to myself.

I continued down the road, bathed in the moonlight for some seconds...The old leafless trees sway steadily with the breeze. I approached the door, my hand reaches slowly for the handle, I open the door and walk inside...I can barely see, apart from a small flickering light coming from upstairs. I gather my courage and creep towards the staircase, the wood creaking underneath my feet.

I reach the stairs, step after step, suddenly a part of the staircase breaks from underneath me to uncover a gaping black hole, “Damn!” I whisper under my breath, looking up to the light to see if whoever up there heard me, luckily, and very strangely no-one did, “maybe there’s no-one up there..” I muttered. I continue my journey to the top of the stairs, trying desperately not to make the stairs creak under my weight.

I finally make It to the top, it seems like 20 years has passed, I slowly walk into the room, and then it hits me, bamn! A tennis ball in the face, I hold my nose in pain, while I look up and see him for the first time, his hood is on, and he has no face, just a gaping hole...and the next thing I see is blackness.

The House - by Daniel

I walked slowly towards the house, apprehension in every step. The house stood in front of me, decrepit, ancient, a lonely beacon of death and decay. Illuminated by the eerie light of the moon, the deteriorating gravestones turned a deathly bone colour, casting long, misshapen shadows on the ground. The mist swirled through the leafless trees, giving a ghostly feel to the land surrounding the house.

My feet crunched on the loose gravel path. I glanced nervously at the spiny gargoyles perched atop mossy pillars of stone as they glared at me with malevolent granite eyes, watching me, waiting for me to make a wrong move. Shut up I told myself, there’s no such thing as live gargoyles. However these ones seemed real, looked real, and the way their eyes seemed to follow me... I pushed the thought away as I slipped through the half open cast-iron gates and proceeded towards the house.

I reached the crumbly stone steps. The moment I put my foot on the first step, bats erupted from nowhere, I recoiled in fright and waited until their leathery wings disappeared into the shadows of the trees. I cautiously placed my foot on the step again, expecting something to leap out at me, but all stayed silent apart for the quiet whisper of the wind. I reached the door and tapped on the rotten boards, the door swung open silently despite it’s aged appearance, and I was hit by a wave of musty air...