Opening my eyes, I could sense at once that something was not right. I stretched making an awkward crack between my neck and suddenly a gust of wind threw itself thick on me like a smothering fog. My skin ran cold. My skin thickened. My brain couldn’t process everything at once.

A beam of light spread my eyes awake. I reached out to see what was surrounding me but my vision was hopeless to know where I was. All I could here was my breath panting intensely like a petrified dog.           

Gripping my delicate fingers to the side I thought was heaven, the light gave me a little hope whereas the unknown felt like hell closing on me.

A man called Alex wakes up to find his family has disappeared and the doors and windows was boarded up.They were decayed and everything was destroyed. He was confused, it was the house he has been living in for years and automatically his family and furniture was gone. He called his wife’s name “Neve” but no one replied, he heard a slight rustle from upstairs as he was walking up the creaky stairs the rustling stops. He was now in the landing, his heart was pounding like drum he walked into the bedroom that was once full of all his stuff but all was left was a rotten wardrobe. He screamed, a clown jumps out with a big bat in his hand. He chased Alex down the stairs but he slipped and it all goes black.

He wakes up to find himself in a damp cold room (it’s the cellar). The clown goes up to Alex and cuts his face then laughs at his. A bunch of adrenalin kicks into Alex and he thinks about what the clowns could have done to his wife and children. He punches the man and snaps his chin then picks up the knife and stabs him in the face multiple times then the same in the stomach then just to finish him of he slits his throat. He finds his wife and kids in a locked cupboard in the cellar. Thankfully not one of them was hurt.  They got out the house bought a new one and lived happily ever after.

Opening my eyes, I could sense at once that something was not right. I couldn’t hear anything in my house but I just presumed that they all went out. But about 2 hours had passed and I started to get a bit concerned, I thought they would have called at least. But I didn’t really think much of it at the time. So, I just carried out as usual, just watched some TV and made myself a sandwich.

Another hour had passed and I got a little bit curious. I looked out of the window to see if I could see their cars but what I saw was much worse; much much worse. I found myself looking at iron bars and boarded windows–for a moment I thought I was in prison–. I felt like I was an animal in a cage. I wondered what on earth was going on so I sprinted to the door to see whether I could open it or not. At this moment I prayed to God that it was open. It WASN’T. I realized there was no way out. I was trapped!

I knew there was no way out but I felt like I wasn’t alone. I could sense that someone or something was in there. I had no idea what to do and I felt completely lost for words.so I creaked upstairs to see if I could find it. At this moment I was filed with adrenaline and my heart was beating like a drum. I knew at any moment I would find it. So, I creaked into the last room that I hadn’t check. But what I found myself seeing is my brother.so this just made the situation better and worse because I knew I wasn’t alone but I knew now both of us were in here and we are trapped together.

But now I found my brother but that still doesn’t solve how I am going to get out of here.so I just tried to calm myself down and I just picked up the phone and tried to call my parents. The power was cut! This is when I really started to panic because I knew that I couldn’t get in contact with anyone, even the police.so I started top ask myself all these questions such as “am I ever to see anyone else except my brother ever again” and “how am I going to survive with the limited food supply our house”. So, I was trying to rationalize saying to myself I am going get out weather it takes an 2 hours or 2 years, I don’t care, I just want to get out!

About 3 hours had passed and me and my brother searched the house from top to bottom to try and find all the food and all the tools in the house to try and escape. But suddenly a miracle had happened, I heard a key in the door turning and it slowly creaked open and what I saw was amazing-it was my mother-. I sprinted at he like the speed of light and we both gave her a huge hug. But I wondered” where is everyone else”. So, I asked and the look on her on face looked like she had just saw a ghost. But what she replied was the worst news I had ever heard she replied, with tears in her eyes, “God took them away from us” …

Opening my eyes, I could sense something was not right. The windows were boarded up and my wife was missing from the bed. I felt slightly relieved as I saw my breakfast on my nightstand. As I was eating, I heard children screaming and crying of desperation and anguish. Springing with sudden energy from my bed, I went to check on Kaci and Grace as the screams sounded like they belonged to them. My daughters were missing!

“Kaci! Grace!” I exclaimed at length, expecting them to be hiding somewhere. No reply was heard. I instantly became anxious–very anxious I had been and still am. Exited the bedroom, and I cautiously walked down the staircase. As I was heading downstairs, I heard a slight groan of terror that sounded familiar.

I went in the front room and I was distracted by the smell I perceived which was loathsome. It was indeed strange that the walls were also boarded up. Nothing I could see as the room was faded with smoke. Disappointed, I made my way to the dining room. All at once, I could feel shivers through my body and I began to conjecture that someone had gone past me.

“Is anyone there?” I said at length, finding my voice, but though I was meant to speak louder, my tones came out in a faint whisper instead, for I had fully lost control of many parts of my mouth. My vision was blurred so I took a step back and stumbled over something. I fell unconscious for what felt like two seconds. Hastily, I got on my feet and started looking high and low for my absent family. I dreaded going into the kitchen as I assumed that my loved ones would be in the last room I was about to check. As slow as a slug, I made my entrance into the cookhouse.

No one. Nothing. I swallowed my feeling of fear and I felt it lubricating through my body. I heard indistinct footsteps from behind coming towards me. As fragile as a leaf, I felt two moderately hot hands placed on my shoulders. At a snail’s pace, I turned the upper part of my body.

My eyes saw the most beautiful yet the ugliest thing I had ever seen during my time living on earth.

It wasn’t meant to end like this. It was meant to be the best day of the year. December the 24^th, we all got in the car me Ava, Lucas and Sarah. If we never went to get the lights this would never happened. We set off at 11 am, we got in the car all so happy listening to Christmas songs. How could a day so perfect end up to a nightmare? We got out to get the lights, I turned back for two seconds only two seconds. Why did this happen to me? There was a balloon stuck in between two branches, Ava wanted it she walked closer and closer I turned around and told her to stop. It was like she needed this balloon. She started climbing the tree, I ran to get her but it was to late. Her foot slipped and she fell, she fell out of the tree and down the icy stairs. There’s no one else to blame but myself.

Sarah and Lucas came out the shop. I screamed them over. We looked at Ava on the floor and there was no movement. My heart dropped so deep and my face pale like snow. It was almost like I  froze out, out of my life. I heard a voice, “dad my harm it hurts.”  It was Ava. We all held her like it was the last time. We got straight in the car and drove to the hospital, 15 minutes that felt like years. We arrived. It was so busy but I signed her in. She got a doctor, he checked her and then told us she needed an ex-ray but one parent had to wait in the waiting area. So Ava, Lucas and Sarah went in. I told Ava that I will be waiting in reception until she comes out.

Minuets turned into hours. It was now 6 pm and we got to the hospital at one so I went up to the lady and asked her how long they will be. She asked for the patients name so I told her. She told me there was no one on the list with that name. I explained that I signed her in she told me again there was no one on the list with that name. I told her the name of the doctor then she said there is no doctor with that name.my anger was building up- I screamed. The woman rang security to take me out.

The security put me in a room with nothing in it but pills, a glass window and a door. It was locked.

THUD! THE SOUND OF EARTH LANDING ON TOP OF ME WOKE ME UP FROM MY STUPOR.COLD, SCARED, EMPTY AND, FRIGHTENED I WOKE UP IN A HARD UNCOMFORTABLE HOSTPITAL BED.A HOSTPITAL BED? WHY AM I IN A HOSTPITAL BED? I CRIED TO MYSELF, I TRIED TO GET UP OUT OF THE BED AND WISH IT WAS JUST A DREAM BUYT THE FEAR AND ISOLATED FEELING GOT OVER ME.

EVENTUALLY, I GOT UP OUT THE HOSTPITAL BED TO FIND HELP. HELP! HELP! HELP! I SHOUTED BUT STILL NO RESPONSE JUST SILENCE AND COLD AIR AS IF THERE WAS DEATHH AROUND ME. I COULD, SEE AN ELEVATOR FROM A DISTANCE AND WITH A SENCE IOF RELIEF I STROLLED TO THE ELEVATOR. I ENTERD…    I ENTERED AND SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT. THE DOOR SLAMMED SHUT BEHIND ME WITH A LOUD BANG. ANGER LIGHTS BEGAN TO FLICKER…THE LIGHTS SHUT… I COUDN’T SEE ANYTHING I BEGAN TO SCREAM AND PANICK FOR HELP EVERYTHING WAS SHAKING, COLD AIR AND BLOOD BEGAN TO LEAK AS MY HOSTPITAL DRESS STARTED TO TEAR AND RIP TOO. I WAS SO TRAPPED IT WAS LIKE I WAS IN PRISION AND WASN’T GOING TO SEE THE DAY OF SUNNLUIGHT AGAIN.

BANGING, PULLING AND, SHOUTING, I TRIED EVERY WAY TO GET OUT OF THAT HORRIFYING PLACE UNTIL MY HEART COULDN’T BEAR ANY MORE I GOBBED MY BACK TO THE CORNER OF THE BIG BLACKWALL I JUST CRIED. LUCY YES LUCY WAS MY NAME BUT EACH TIME I KEPT HEARING VOICES IN MY HEAD SHOUTING THAT IT AND TALKING TO ME. WAS IT REAL? IT CAN’T BE REAL? PURE NERVES I SUPPOSE… (LUCY COME OVER HERE!) I HEARD IT. I HEARD IT AGAIN SUDDENLY, I HEARD A MASSIVE THUMP BENEATH ME (IT WAS ALMOST AS IF I HIT THE GROUNED) LEADING THE DOORS TO OPEN WIDE EVERYTHING STOPPED.NO SIGN OF SAFTEY NEAR ME, NO DISTURBANCE OF AIR, I HAD NOT EVEN HEARD A FOOTSTEP BUT MINE AS I CRAWLED, OUT OF THE ELEVATOR LIKE A SELF POSSSED GIRL THE LIGHT WEN AND EVERYTHING CAME BACK AT ME LIKE A DREAM.

BITTER, SPOILT SMELL, HOWLING AND BARKING I FELT AS IF I WAS BEING ATTACKED BY ZOMBIES I COULD NO LONGER SPEAK I WAS HELP LESS, HEART BROKEN AND LONLEY. I THOUGHT TO MYSELF WHERE IS MY FAMILY? HOW COULD THEY LEAVE ME? WHAT DID I DO? MONDAY MORNING, I WOKE UP TO A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN, IT WAS ALL A DREAM.

It was Christmas Eve and everyone was asleep soundly. The clocked ticked towards midnight I couldn’t sleep. The snow was heavily falling like a water fall but below the window was a snowman; he had a tiger coloured carrot nose. I was cosy. Until time stopped. Noise appeared.  Santa? Joseph? Dad? I sat up the cold hit me. I got out of bed I was petrified the floor board squeaked as I walked to the door. Noise. banging this time louder than ever I stood at the top of the stairs shaking in fear.

Banging. It got louder and louder. Windows smashing all over the street. The pavements vanished; glass was all over the place like broken ice cubes. I walked down the stairs and immediately felt better when I saw the lit-up Christmas tree so I went back up to bed. A few minutes that felt like hours the noise appeared again so this time I went into my mum and dads’ room they weren’t there so I kept calm and went into my older brother Joseph’s room but he wasn’t there either. The door downstairs creaked open not just any door though the front door.

I went downstairs there was a black figure walking towards me. I stood there in fear. The black figure looked like he had an axe in one hand and a torch in the other. There was not one but two of them, they came closer and closer and I could feel their icy breath against my cheeks. If they were robbers, I don’t know what they would have wanted because all that there was were Christmas decorations which was nothing special. What if they wanted me? What if they have taken my family?

Searching my thoughts, I questioned why would they want me? Why would they want my family? We are just ordinary people on an ordinary street then I saw the Christmas tree and thought what if they wanted the glass baubles because they thought they were crystal’s and could get money from them by selling them or do they want to search for mums Gucci bag or dads prize possession’s or Joseph’s  new iPhone 11. Do they want my cuddly teddys? No not them. What if they want to kill me? What if they wanted to get rid of my family so they can kidnap me? What if they have killed my family?

I just shouted ‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE’.  They lifted their arms but the arm with the axe in… I couldn’t move I was that scared petrified more like. The blood rushed to my head. I shouted again but louder ‘HELP!’ that’s when a big fat figure walked in then I turned the light on it was Santa. I screamed louder than ever ‘SANTA HELP My FAMILY HAS DISAPPEARED AND THESE IDIOTS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!’ After that Santa took Elsie home to the north pole and that’s where she found her parents and brother. They all lived there until their house got cleared up and the robbers got a life sentence in jail for ruining Christmas Eve after they moved back to 174 Wikdale road. Every year after that on Christmas Eve they stayed up and spoke to Santa when he came to their house

A Christmas Dream

It was Christmas eve and everyone was sleeping soundly. The clock ticked towards midnight but I couldn’t sleep…

 Candlelit. Quiet. Merry. I was staring out of the window, witnessing a beautiful scene. The snow gently fell from the sky. Trees wrapped in blankets of snow. It was like glitter was taking over. I was cosy and warm in my bed; outside would have been freezing. Surprisingly, the flowers weren’t getting destroyed. They were enjoying the snowflakes land on their petals. Surprisingly, everything was calm and happy.

Slowly, without making a sound I skipped downstairs. Every inch of the Christmas tree was lit up. It seemed so magical. An eggnog/golden colour was so beautiful and it really represented Christmas   Just looking at everything: stockings, Christmas tree, presents. I couldn’t help but smile. Dreaming, that what it felt like. There were at least twenty presents all stuffed under the tree. Different patterns on each of them. Four red stockings hung up on the mantelpiece ready to be filled by Santa Claus.

 As I entered the kitchen the first thing I saw was the food we left on the table. Mince pies, carrots, milk for the reindeers and Santa! I walked over to the fridge wondering if there was anything to eat. The fridge was overflowed with food! It looked like there was enough to feed an entire city.

At first I didn’t know what to do, but then the snowman we made outside caught my eye. It was still standing. The snow was glistening from the moonlight. He looked happy about Christmas just like me! His nose as pointy as Pinocchio’s…maybe even pointer! Eyes made from stone, nose made from a carrot, a hat covering the top of his head scarf wrapped around his neck.  

Read this next interesting and descriptive story from one of our Year 7s.