It was the start of the summer holidays. Ben, Harry, Lucy and George were waiting at the bus stop for their friend Fatty. They called him that because his name was Fredrick Albottom Trotville Tupper Yates and if you take all the first letters of the names and put them together you get F.A.T.T.Y. A big red double-decor bus pulled up and who should come off but Fatty. “Fatty”!! Screamed Lucy, “Hi” called the others.
Fatty was staying for a few days at Lucy and George’s, as were Ben and Harry, they had not been together since the last school holidays. As they were walking home from the bus stop they decided to go to the tearoom for a toasted teacake and bottle of cola to share to catch up with each other’s latest news. As soon as they got home tea was on the table. “You lot, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick,” demanded their mother “sorry mother” whispered George. They sat down and tucked in. After tea they cleared away the plates they sat down for a game of sequence. Then they went and got ready for bed. George and Lucy slept in one room Fatty, Harry and Ben was sleeping in the grand bedroom. It had two four-poster beds made out of solid oak with heavy grass green drapes hanging round the sides of the beds. The two beds were up-against the wall opposite the window. Fatty was sleeping in one, Harry in the other. Ben was in a camp-bed in-between them. There was a huge ebony wardrobe in the corner of the room, which had fabulous woodcarvings of animals on the doors. The floorboards creaked as they walked on them.
They had just got in to bed and started to nod off to sleep when the shutter on the bedroom window started to clap against the wooden window frame. They all sat-up and looked towards the window “what was that” whispered Harry so not to alert the attention of Lucy and George’s mother and father. “I don’t know, I don’t care, probably just the wind” moaned Ben and stuffed his head in to the pillow. “No it can’t be the wind or the other shutter would be swinging and the ivy would be dangling down in front of the window,” Fatty whispered. Then to all of their amazement a small bony arm crept round the shutter followed by a head the size of a tennis ball, it crept round the shutter an hung off one of the shutter bars. They were staring at each other for quite a time until the small creature fell into the tree below the window. Fatty, Harry and Ben saw there chance and whipped on their clothes and ran through to George and Lucy’s room and shook them. As George and Lucy got on their clothes Fatty told them what had happened. They crept through the house and out to the front garden.
It was a cold night, the moon was full and clouds were gathering above the hill at the far side of the village. They knelt down behind a bush and soon caught sight of the thing hugging the tree, he was there for quite a while and suddenly let go. Amazingly he landed on his feet. He scuttled off up the road towards the hill, of course the children followed. They reached the top of the hill and climbed the oak, which they normally played in on Sunday on the way to church. They looked across the other side of the hill and scanned the landscape for it. They found it climbing up the side of the ancient run down hotel, that everyone knew as ‘the ghost house’. As it reached the roof they saw there were about thirty of them. Just then they heard someone shouting “they’re gone they’re gone”!! “That’s Mum,” said George. As quick as a flash they were already climbing up the ivy back into their bedroom so there Mum didn’t see them. All the yelling their Mum had made, caught the attention of the village policeman. Everyone in the village knew that she could go a bit loopy so the policeman wasn’t surprised to see all the children tucked up in bed.
When they were quite sure that everyone had gone back to bed, the children all sat down on the floor of the grand bedroom. They decided to go back to the old hotel and investigate the next day. In the meantime they decided to get some sleep.
The next day George asked his mother if they all could go out for a picnic for lunch. Fatty went down to the kitchen and asked Jane, who was the maid, if they could have some sandwiches she said “yes”, she always says “yes” that’s why Fatty liked her. The sandwiches were in a wicker hamper ready to go. Lucy carried the hamper. When then arrived at the ‘The Ghost House’ Lucy put the hamper down behind a tree and they went up the steps to the house single file with Fatty at the front and Harry at the back. Cautiously Fatty turned the knob of the door. To his and the others amazement the door opened with no trouble at all. He peered round inside and signalled to the other that all lights were green and that it was safe to go inside. They all went in and stepped over a gap where a floorboard was missing. They made their way around the house, they looked in every nook and cranny and found nothing on the first floor. As slow as a snail without a foot they climbed the dilapidated old staircase and found nothing of any interest, but then as Lucy was searching the corner of the room he made a sudden squeal. Everyone crept over to see. Fatty pulled away a big wooden chest and to their horror and disgust they found piles and piles and piles of poo. “Eeerrrrr that’s disgusting” groaned George trying not to breathe in the stench. Lucy whispers to Fatty “Where are they? Why aren’t they here?” Fatty realises that the little things are Gremlins and that they only come out at night. He remembered that last year he did a history project on ancient creatures. He and his partner researched gremlins and found out that they only come out at night, are very stupid and love peanuts. Fatty explained this to the others. So they went down to the local grocers and Fatty got out his wallet and bought five bags of peanuts. He had a plan.
They went back to The Ghost House and stood on the porch and Fatty explained his plan. “What we are going to do is lay a trail peanuts from the main meeting place where all the poo is to the building site where they are building the new school and wait behind the chest of drawers in front of the window until all the Gremlins come into the room. Then they will follow the peanut trail down the stairs and out of the main entrance. We will follow a little way off. When they get to the building site we will have laid the peanuts down to the foundations of the school where there will be four meters of wet cement. Then they will fall into the cement and slowly sink down and be there forevermore.
Harry and Ben laid the peanuts from the trench of cement up to the house. Fatty, George and Lucy laid the peanuts starting at the main meeting place down towards Harry and Ben who had finished and were lying out the picnic. They had some left over peanuts so they ate them with the sandwiches and cola. After lunch they went home and their Mum said “Fatty as you’re the oldest I would like you to baby-sit for me tonight”, “okay” said |Fatty, “Why would you like me to”? “Coz I’m going out for one of my friends birthdays”. The others couldn’t believe their luck. Lucy and |Georges mum out of the way and Fatty to baby sit.
As soon as the Mum had left, they ran out of the house toward the old hotel. When they got there it was just getting dark. It just gave them enough time to run upstairs and hide behind the chest of drawers. They were there for quite a time then suddenly they heard a rumbling. Lucy said, “What is that?” Fatty answered “it’s probably them coming here.” In a matter of a few minutes the room was hustling and bustling with greedy gremlins, fighting over the peanuts. In a few seconds they were half way down the stairs with the children not far behind. Now they were running down the road after the gremlins. They had no idea they could be this fast. They reached the building site and Fatty was holding a bag of peanuts he dug his hand in a chucked a handful into the squelchy cement. All the gremlins ran in after them. When they had eaten all the peanuts they realised they were standing in cement. They tried to run to the side but it only made them fall in face. They suffocated and sunk down into the cement. “Well that’s the end of them!” yelled Lucy. Then a car drove past “uh oh, that’s Mum” whispered George. “Hey guys” hissed Fatty “I know a short cut.” They all followed Fatty. It was a short cut. Gorge and Lucy jumped in to there beds so did Harry and Ben. Lucy’s mum came though the door “were they good?” she asked Fatty “good as gold”.
The end.
By
Joe
Have you seen a ghost?
This is the true story of a very strange event that
happened at Tottenham in London, the year was 1926, and it
was the evening. All was just as normal as any other evening.
Cocoa was made and drank with a little light supper. The 9 year
old daughter lrene, (my Great grandmother), went up to bed.
lrene lived with her parents. She was an only child, but she
had many uncles, aunts and cousins who lived nearby. In those
days most people did not have a telephone or car, but relatives
visited each other very often by bus or walking.
As she was getting into bed her Uncle Tom appeared sitting
on the end of her bed. He was smiling at her. She was very
frightened and ran downstairs to tell her parents. Her mother
did not seem to be scared and gently told her to go back to
bed. When lrene returned to her bedroom, Uncle Tom had
gone.
Two days later a letter arrived to tell lrene’s parents that
Uncle Tom had died at the same time as the vision appeared to
lrene. lt seems that Tom came to say goodbye to a special
niece.
By Willow
Once upon a time there was a boy called Stuart. Stuart wasn’t a normal boy though. Stuart always wore a cap. He always wore a cap because he had an extra eye on his forehead. Stuart had to keep it covered up because the spare eye was extremely dangerous. If Stuart took off his hat, anyone who looked at the eye would turn into a zombie. Because he could never take his hat off some of the other kids at his school bullied him especially Bobby and his gang. Bobby thought it was really funny to try and steal Stuart’s hat, Bobby wouldn’t have found it funny if he knew why Stuart couldn’t take off his hat.
One misty morning Stuart was walking to school and didn’t hear Bobby and his friends creeping up behind him. They stole Stuart’s hat and away laughing and shouting. Stuart was furious and didn’t see an old lady in front of him. She looked him in his eyes, and a very strange thing started to happen, her skin started to go grey and her brain went like mush. Her eyes went red and she said to Stuart, “hello master, where can i find a child to eat?” This gave Stuart an idea, he decided to teach Bobby and his gang a lesson they wouldn’t forget. “Follow me ” said Stuart and set off towards school. Along the way Stuart and the old lady Zombie met, the milkman, the postman, the lollipop lady, a man walking his dog and a few mums on the way to school with their children. Soon Stuart had an army of zombies. Stuart and the zombie army walked into the school playground and Stuart saw Bobby, who had his hat on, and his gang picking on a small first year. “Oi, give me my hat back!,” shouted Stuart. “You’ve got to be joking!, Bobby started to say then he stopped, the zombie army were licking their lips. “Get him,” said Stuart. “Noooooooo!” screamed Bobby and his friends as the zombies started to rip off their arms and legs and eat their guts. “Should have just given me my hat back thought Stuart, picking him up and putting it on his head.
By Kieran
The Headless Farmer.
It was late on a winter’s night. I could hear the wind blowing amongst the trees outside my bedroom window and the rain tapping on the glass. I felt all warm and snug and sleepy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would drift off to sleep. All of a sudden, I heard a loud cry.
I lie frozen for a moment unable to move with the duvet pulled tightly under my chin. Then came some gentle weeps. The noises I could hear were beginning to scare me. Was it my imagination or was this really happening? The weeping and crying turned into what seemed to be a moaning sound coming from outside. Heavy footsteps dragged along the ground and a voice. It sounded like whoever it was outside was looking for someone or something. I thought for a minute, could I be brave enough to venture a peek out of my bedroom window? But, what if there was somebody out there? What if they saw me? What would I do? I thought again…..I can do it, go on take a look.
Again, I heard a voice. It was like a muffled groan. Then, it was quiet. I lie still for a while. Had it stopped or just paused? Ok, now, would be a good time.
I gently pushed away my covers and put one foot out of bed. I crept on tippy toes to my window and very carefully stood before my curtains. Ohhhhh, this was it. I was shaking but had to know. I pulled back a small corner of the fabric and peeped from one eye. ‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ I wanted to shout but nothing came out.
There was a shadow, a very tall shadow and it looked like the figure was dressed in a long dirty rain jacket. Our garden backed onto a field and seemed as if the figure was moving towards the back entrance of the garden where the gate led onto the field.
Once it was beyond the fence, it began to sway from one side to another and the groaning started again. I was frozen to the spot, my legs unable to move. It looked like the figure was looking for something as it moved up and down in the same place for sometime.
I was fixed, fascinated and frightened all at the same time. I couldn’t see what the person looked like or who they were. The shadows were playing games and moving so I couldn’t see the face above the shoulders and who it was? I thought maybe it was the man from next door but what he be doing out in the field at this time of night? I looked at the clock on my wall and could just make out the hands pointing at ten past three.
I looked back. There was nothing, just darkness. My eyes searched for something. I felt frantic. My heart raced. Although desperate to see something, I also felt relieved. I crawled back into bed. Had my mind played tricks on me? Had I been dreaming?
Had I just seen the ghost of the headless farmer?
What’s the buzz?