It's
Behind You
by Paul
Cookson and David Harmer Macmillan Children's Books Illustrated
very scarily by Carl Flint
Find
out what to do if there's a monster under your bed, a zombie in the garden or
a cyclops at your school. Beware the mighty Sockodile
and the Death Kiss Suction Grandma Leeches, and if
you see a ...Mutant
Vampire Teacher
run for your life...
W
I N N E R S
Halloween
Night by Abbie Vosper (aged 10)
You
know what night it is When the steel gates go creak and wooden doors go bang
A howl of a crying wolf is heard And a cold breeze runs through the graveyards
You know what night it is
Clownstrophobia
by Antonia Rios (aged 11)
Their
BIG round and scary noses Are like party balloons Full of blood and intestines Squishing
all inside it
Those stupid little eyes Like a disfigured dancing doll Ugly
painted faces NOT like a Barbie at all
Their wigs are in fire Growing
out of his skull Stretching every time higher He's always trying to look
funny… But he really scares me to death!
Visible by Sapphire Hughes (aged 12)
I
have a past, one that many would not like to hear How I became a ghost, and
why sometimes it's no good to face your fears It had never crossed my mind;
what it would feel like to be dead My death was marked suspicious, many rumours
were said For many years I strolled the streets, searching for a home People,
innocent and good wouldn't take me in, so the world was there to roam As giving
up was beginning to be my only choice, I found a settling place But the location
was dark and hiding, it held no form of human race And there I have stayed
ever since, as a smoky, floating soul I wished to escape this world, but I
knew I couldn't reach my goal On the night of October 31st, my world came to
life The young and the old would knock for treats, calling on the local husband
and his wife And although my house was forbidden, it was the route of every
teenage dare Parents begged their children to steer clear, their hearts full
of worry and despair My home was decrepid and crumbling, the ideal horror set Drunks
stagger through the gates, only to run out with a face which is a whiter shade
of pale Featuring a creaky door and stairs that really wailed, this was a monster
that would never fail Forever it will be the same, always guiding people away I
wish that one day, somebody will stay.
The
Stare by Olivé Rix (aged 12)
The stare don't try to move don't try to breathe don't try to blink He
is there Lurking in the shadows He will hear you Don't try to hide your
in his sight Don't cry for help His hands with smother your calls Don't
try to run He has you He's got you now. livzy@live.co.uk
My
Nightmare by José Miguel Rawlins (aged
11)
The light is dying, Dankness has thrown his heavy cloak Don't
go to bed, Because the dark room may haunt you.
You know what they
say, Don't tell me that you forgot, Okay, I'll warn you again, The dark
room may haunt you.
You stand in a room, Four doors by your side,
In complete darkness and silence, Because the dark room may haunt you.
Shadows loom, You are frozen, Because a horror may enter, And the
dark room may haunt you.
They will chase you, Enjoying every bit, Like
cats hungrily chasing mice, The dark room may haunt you.
But I hope
it doesn't, And you sleep in peace, Take my warning, Because the dark
room will haunt you!
R
U N N E R S ..U P No
prize! But well done!!!
Alone
by Jacob Ergas
I'm alone in a dark dim room, Like
a miner trapped in a cave. The door, it creeeeeks open. Shadows moving and
lurking in the dark. The wind blowing outside like a hurricane. Roughly
through the trees. One fell over me and I can't move.
Crrasssssssshhhhh! The
window breaks
The
laughing of the clouds, The trembling of thunder. Shelves shouting with
terror. Then I reach for the light, I turn it on. Then I realize, I'm
alone, I'm alone I'm alone, I'm alone.
Halloween
by Antonia Figueroa (aged 11)
It
was dark in the night, and I was just having a Halloween time with my bag
full of candies I was having such much fun then I went home, I went to sleep
and there is when I realized THERE WAS A MONSTER UNDER MY BED!
I
heard a squeak, and then a squawk but over all of that I heard the screeching
of my door I turned around and there was nothing at all, that's when I thought
this was all sort of a joke but there is when no this is not.
I
tried to sleep again, but I just couldn't so I tried again, and I just looked
under my bed
There
were such scary creatures, there was something green, and something blue but
the most scary creature was the one, with teeth and claws! I was so terrified
that I turned on the lights and then I realized that there were just my cute
little fingers TOYS!!!
Scary Nights by Sparkle (aged 7)
Sometimes
at night when sleep won't come, I hear strange noises that make my flesh numb. The
elevators moving up and down, It's the sound of an evil wicked clown. Creeping
closer towards my bed but I know it's only in my head.
The
curtains flapping everywhere, An actual ghost is floating in the air. Creeping
closer towards my bed But I only know that it's in my head.
The
cars are zooming on the road, It's a yeti dressed in ragged clothes. Creeping
closer towards my bed but I only know that it's in my head.
There
is an owl hooting in the haunted garden, It's a gruesome werewolf gnawing at
the traffic warden. But I only know that it is in my head, I only know that
it is in my head. but the nasties are nudging towards my bed, they thrive
in the dark, velvety black, But they'll disappear in daylight's crack. They
will shiver and sigh, fading away as they wither and die. But they're waiting
to pounce they're waiting to bite.
Quickly,
quickly turn on the light!
Something
Waiting For Me by Valentina Clark Lahore
It
was late, Like 9 o' clock pm And my mom came And said, "Go to
bed!"
I needed to cross that dark corridor To get to my frightening
room Like a deep, dark cave I close my eyes And I feel shadows behind
me.
It was only one step To get to the ancient door, When I open
the door The screeching of the floor went on Like a very old door.
When I was inside my room There was something that wanted to eat me, But
don't worry, Cause I am happy living in his belly.
Reflected
Fears by Jesús Melo
Mirrors copy us, You've gotta watch out for them, If you don't be careful, They
will turn your mind, Into a useless piece of meat.
Mirrors copy us, Don't
look them in the eye, If you see them in their reflected eyes, You will
enter another world, Where glassy horrors, Hunt you.
Full of pain
and fear, Of vane people that did the same, That's all that you will find, In
the mirrors that copies us,
It gives you a horrible feeling, Like needles
around your body, With their little sharp tips, Digging into your meat.
Mirrors copy us, You've gotta watch out for it, If you don't be careful, They
will make you, Their reflected slave.
Sounds
by David Weinstien
There's
a tap, tap, tap On the window pane He's trying to get in A mad man, he's
insane
Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle Eight gigantic legs Crawling across
my toes Sneaking in my bed
Wheeze, rattle, moan They are coming
for my brain There's a zombie in my home Now I think I'm going insane
The Monster Dentist by Lily Jackson
In
the torture room He sits, he waits No effort he makes To lure children
into His sterile den.
His mouth is masked Underneath he hides His
perfectly white sharpened fangs.
Stretch 'n' snap Stretch 'n' snap Open
wide, say ahhhhh…!!!
Then he rips my teeth With his Metallic
Terrifying torture tools.
I can feel my sweat Trickling passed
my eyes and cheeks Falling slowly onto my lips Droplets of fear.
THE STAIRS BY DANIELA MELLA
CLIMBING
UP THE STAIRS … I WAS TREMBLING IN HORROR I SAW SHADOWS BEHIND ME I
SAW A HORRIBLE CLOWN LOOKING AT ME I SAW THE PETRIFYING TREES MOVING OUT THE
WINDOW…
CREEPING UP THE STAIRS … I WAS SHOCKED BY THE HORRORS MY
HEART WAS THUMPING I HEARD STEPS BEHIND ME I HEARD THE CREAK OF THE WOOD I
HEARD THE HOWLING OF THE DOGS OUTSIDE
CRAWLING UP THE STAIRS … I
WAS AS PALE AS A GHOST I FELT SWEAT TRICKLING DOWN MY FACE SHALLOW BREATHING SOMETHING
WAS WAITING FOR ME UPSTAIRS SOMTHING WAS GRABBING ME …
FINALLY
I THOUGHT I WAS SAFE IN MY BEDROOM BUT WHEN I TURN ON THE LIGHT I REALIZED
I WAS INSIDE THE STOMACH OF THE THING THAT GRABBED ME… Schoolostre
by Rive Alina (aged 11)
In
the park lives a monster And his name is Schoolostre. He likes teachers, But
doesn't like other creatures.
There
is a thing Which the monster is, I think, Afraid of very vastly. He can't
stand pupils laughing!
The
monster has friends. They like a terrible rat! Their names are Horror and
Terror They don't like children's error.
They
are afraid of Children's laughing too. They are very bad And they are
very fat!
Ted
by Merkushenkova Irina
Ted was sitting at home, Reading horror all alone. He just started
the first tome, And he wanted to read long.
Suddenly the strong wind flew, And appeared angry Who, And he cried aloud,
"Boo!" Teddy thought, "Is it true?"
"I
came to you," said angry Who, "And I want to scare you! And
I want to frighten you! By the way, my name is Who!"
"My
name is Ted, I'm not afraid. And to be honest, you look weird! You're
not fearful at all. You're podgy, cute, not tall."
"I
had never had a friend," Said new Teddy's buddy sad, "Maybe
we'll be friends with you?" "Yes, of course! I want it too!"
