Welcome to the Creepy edition of the Chronicles of Colaiste Chiarain.
This spooky collection is filled with tales, poems and pictures of eerie
horror and darkness that will make you jump with fright! There is a
story here for everyone. Skeletons, clowns, even shark-people appear
in this gruesome collection of our students’ talent. The splendidly
creepy drawings perfectly capture the mood of more than two dozen
scary stories all just right for reading alone or for telling aloud in the
dark…..if you’re brave enough! Just don’t blame us if you need to sleep
with the light on….
Horror story by Sam Battersby 5
Scary story by Adam, Alex and Ross 6
Alina Rosca (artwork) 10
A rainy night by Cristofer Scanlon 11
Almine Asylum by Evan Lagan 12
Allen Joy Flores (artwork) 13
Late at night By Andre Gonzalez 14
She's gone By Callum Ledwidge 15
The creek in the floor upstairs by Arwyn Read 16
Clowns by Caitlin Devitt 18
Creepy chronicles by Shauna Mooney 19
Azan Nizar (artwork) 21
The devil's lair by Senan Karsanov Murphy 22
Creepy creatures by Zoe Coady 24
Dear diary…..by Jamie O’Riordan 26
No light of the night by Emily Ryan 27
The mystery man by Danny Walsh 28
Figure man by Anna-May Fagan 30
Halloween banter by Carl O’Rourke 32
Halloween evening By Paul Donnellan 33
Halloween poem by Ellie Dunne 34
Eabha Fagan (artwork) 35
The werewolf mystery by Sahannah Clarke 36
Knock and run by Alexander Buisman 37
Locked in by Dylan Kearns 38
Strange body parts By Jake Mc Keon 40
Lisa Tobin (artwork) 41
October 13th By Katelyn Gallagher 42
Sophie Baker (artwork) 44
Every halloween night by Maison, Japhet, Sam, Edouard, Adrian 45
Shadow of the night by Rachel Ibrahim 46
Mary Angel (artwork) 47
Scary story by Paddy Kiely 48
The Halloween Fright by Nikita Haveron 49
Nathan Farrell Kiersey (artwork) 51
The more I run by Christella Kanda 52
The new boy by Daragh Enright 53
Nia Dunne (artwork) 54
The Paradox by Jacky Tang 55
The shadow by Megan Travers 57
Nikol Wasilewska (artwork) 59
Her eyes by TY Class 60
Sean Ducao (artwork) 61
My story by Beatrice Braescu Cojocaru 62
No blinking by Rachael Allen Taylor 64
A Halloween in the countryside by Keeley Hogan 66
Run For Your Life by Mébh Brennan. 69
Playtime by Nicole O’Riordan 71
Halloween Poem by Ava Sylvester 73
Halloween Poem by Michelle Maggrey 75
Horror story by Sam Battersby
I had just made a new friend, his name was Dan. Dan and I had
organised to meet at his house. When I got to his large and expensive
looking house, I rang the doorbell and he answered it and let me in. We
watched TV for a while before I needed to go to the bathroom. He
pointed me to the direction of the bathroom and so I went. Next to the
bathroom door was another door, this one rickety and falling off its
hinges unlike the freshly painted white door next to it. I had a feeling I
wasn't allowed in but curiosity got the better of me and I had a peek
inside. I saw many stone steps and I thought “Eh, there can't be too
many of them” and started walking down them.
After many minutes of walking I decided this wasn’t worth my time
and I turned around. When I did, I saw a wall blocking where I was
walking down from. I turned back around to see another wall blocking
my path. I realised I was trapped. All of a sudden the ground became a
jelly like substance and I fell straight through it. I began falling through
a pitch black void. I tried to scream but I made no sound. After about a
minute of falling I landed on a hospital bed. 4 chains wrapped
themselves around my legs and arms. I saw a wooden door in front of
me and I heard a faint scratching sound coming from behind it. All of a
sudden the door was flung off its hinges and a deformed zombie like
creature stood there. It began dragging itself towards me and revealed
its massive claws. I closed my eyes and felt a sharp pain on my arm.
The thing had scratched me. I once again closed my eyes and when I
opened them I found myself in my bedroom. I thought that this was
just a dream and breathed a sigh of relief. I got up to reveal a large red
scratch on my arm…
Scary story by Adam, Alex and Ross
“Wake up, you’re going to be late”, shouts Reginald’s mam.
“Dad will pick you in 10 minutes, so make sure you’re packed and
don’t forget to take your medicine”.
“I’m reeeaaady”, he groans, stuffing down his porridge and gulping his
Reginald grabs his bags and leaves, hugging his mam before he walks
out the door. He decides to wait for Dad outside, it’s easier this way so
he won’t have to hear them argue.
Seconds later he sees the familiar grey ford focus, rounding the corner.
He could sense Dad’s frustration by the way he angrily said “get in the
car”. As they took off, Reginald filled the silence by playing on his
phone. “Stop playing that silly game and save your battery”, Dad
snapped. He was still annoyed that mam had given her consent for the
trip without consulting him, worse still Reginald was due to spend the
first three weeks of Summer break with him.
As they approached Grand Rapids airport, all the lights were against
them. Reginald fretted they wouldn’t make it in time, as Dad swore at
all the tail lights in front. With minutes to spare, they pulled into
departures at Terminal 2 and parked illegally. They sprinted to the
security check and Dad hugged him awkwardly before he turned and
chased back to beat the clampers.
Once through security Reginald heard his name announced over the
tannoy. Could “passenger Reginald Blackman, travelling Delta airlines
Flight DL417 to Sheremetyevo airport, Moscow, please go to Gate 42,
your flight is boarding”. Running swiftly to the departure gate,
watching other panicked faces, Reginald sees the familiar red lapel of
the boy scouts of America uniform. Standing at the rear of the line, he
sees the relief on the faces of Adam, Ross and Alex. He made it. The
loyal quartet, who have been friends since they were in cubs, off on a
Russian adventure. Their last ever, as Alex moves away at the end of
the Summer. They greet each other with their secret handshake and
A cold, sharp air greeted them as they disembarked. Moscow was
experiencing one of it’s worst Summer chills on record. 12°F was not
predicted and the group had prepared for a warmer climate. Shivering
their way through the arrivals lounge, they exchanged worried
glances. How could they survive camping out in these extremes. Their
Native American mentor, a Mr. Wambleesha Parsons made his
attempts at reassuring them. With reservation, they proceeded to their
Deep in the forest, the boys unpacked in their four person cabin.
Reginald and Adam, sharing one bunk. Adam calling dibs on the lower.
Ross and Alex, allowing the fateful flip of a coin to claim top bunk.
They were following scout orders to assemble at the camp fire within
five minutes. As dusk fell, through the burning embers of the fire, Mr.
Wambleesha makes the following announcement, “I don’t mean to
cause panic, but I've received the following emergency alert. Roger
roger, do you copy, prisoner on the loose”.
“Whichever of you is responsible for this hoax call”, angrily, barked Mr.
Parsons, “better own up now, or the consequences are that everyone
goes to bed immediately”.
Deathly silence, results in a premature bedtime for all.
02:23 a.m. Ross awakes to hear a scraping noise, coming from outside
the cabin. Opening the cabin door, he peers outside and sees a
shadowy silhouette entering the woods. The swing of the door closing
after Ross, in turn wakes Adam.
“Where are you going, Ross”, he whispers.
Rosssssss. Adam tries again.
Adam gets up and wakes Reginald. Together they follow Ross’s
footsteps, through the dense forest. In their haste they forget to search
for a flashlight.
Returning the next morning, they break the bad news to a sleeping
Alex. “He’s gone, we couldn’t find him”, they uttered frantically.
Knocking down Mr. Wambleesha’s door, they stutter again “he’s gone”.
Mr Wambleesha jumps from his bunk and dresses frantically as the
boys sketch out the details.
“Middle of the night, gone… we , tried, .. “
“Slow down”, urges Mr. Wambleesha,, “none of you are making sense”.
After what feels like hours but is only mere minutes, a search party is
in action. The scouts gather and split into groups. Alex, Adam and
Reginald are joined by Naila and Kidlat. They are directed to follow
Ross’s footprints, which lead them to a small stream, near an open
disclosure. After a few frantic minutes, Kidlat gasps “it’s a sock.. over
there look!”. The gang look in the direction that Kidlat points and
surely they see a bloodied sock, sock, perfectly intact.
“He probably stumbled on a jagged branch”, Alex reassures.
“Yea that’s it, we’re on to something, we’ll find him in no time” Adam
As they walk a few more steps, a blood stained handprint marks a tree
nearby. The group continue their search and are lead towards a rolling
waterfall. Through the water gush, they notice Ross, on the far side,
stretched on the ground with rope ties around his wrists and ankles.
“I’ll cross to that side”, braves Naila. Entering the waterstream she
slips awkwardly and splits her head off a protruding rock. Within
seconds she is engulfed by water and loses consciousness, a blood pool
swarming her body. The group have no choice but to leave her in their
Alex devises a navigation plan and after much trial and error, he
successfully crosses to check on Ross. As he approaches him, Ross
barely manages a whisper “mmm .. n….”. After which he falls back into
an unconscious state. Any time he wakes he seems to be trying to say
the same word.
Meanwhile Adam, Reginald and Kidlat raced back to the remaining
scouts to alert them.
“We need help, Naila’s dead and Ross is badly injured”, Adam screams.
Everyone comes running, grabbing whatever supplies they can find. As
they follow Kidlat’s lead back to the waterfall, a rain of arrows comes
flying through the trees, picking off the the front of the group.
Adam, takes an arrow to the knee and as he belly crawls along the
scrub he glances up to see a man dressed in all black, with a bloodied,
machete. He drags Adam through the woods, hovering the machete
To be continued………
Alina Rosca (artwork)
A rainy night by Cristofer Scanlon
It was a dark and stormy night, rain pounded on the windows as
lightning danced across the sky. A boy was watching tv in his sitting
room. His mother was asleep upstairs. Suddenly there was a loud
crash of thunder and the lights went out. The boy looked up, he could
hear footsteps on the gravel outside his house. He went into the hall,
his mouth dry with fear. The footsteps stopped and the doorknob
rattled. He could hear a key turning in the lock. The door opened very,
very slowly. A man stood in the doorway. A flash of lightning gave the
boy a brief look at the man’s face, it looked familiar. The man stepped
into the house and took a torch out of his pocket. The man turned it on,
“Liam” the man said. The boy, Liam, realised that this was his uncle
Tim. Tim had said that he was coming to visit, he was meant to come
earlier that day. Liam smiled with relief and ran towards Tim “why are
you late?” he asked. It was at this point that Liam saw the blood on
Tim’s chest. Tim didn’t seem to notice Liam, he swayed slightly took a
step forward then fell, there was a long knife stuck in his back. The
torch rolled away but still lit up Tim’s body on the ground. Tim’s
phone rang, Liam hesitated before taking it out of Tim’s pocket. Liam
answered it and heard a rasping voice “The Reapers are coming”. The
line went dead. Lightning flashed and written in blood on the wall was
Almine Asylum by Evan Lagan
The howls and screams of the patients of the Almine
Are still fresh in the old mens minds
Blood and tears hit against the blanket of stone
Whilst the doctors leave their last experiment to die alone
Treated like rats infesting the streets
This asylum stole people's rights like stealing a child of their
Allen Joy Flores (artwork)
Late at night By Andre Gonzalez
It all started on October 5, 2017, at 6 o’clock. I realised I had forgotten
a book at school so I went back to the school. It was pitch dark when I
got there. I realised I forgot my phone at my house so I had no one to
contact. I went inside, no one to be seen, I went to my locker and got
the book. On the way out, I noticed something strange on the wall. It
said “Do you want to play a game?”
Suddenly, the doors closed and I heard whispers. The hallway seemed
endless, then I noticed something, a classroom with its lights on. I went
in and saw a toy clown covered in blood. The doors shut behind me
and were locked. I couldn’t get out. I spend the night there.
The next day, I woke up with the clown closer to me. I immediately
sprung up and banged on the door. Someone unlocked it and let me
out. I thanked him but when I looked up I realised it was not help. It
was a hooded ‘creature’. I stepped away and said “ Who are you?” He
said to me, “Wanna play a game?” in a deep dark voice. I ran away as
fast as I could but there was something inside me wanting to go back.
Suddenly I had no control over my body and I was possessed. So now
you might be asking how I am writing this. But I will ask you
something, “Wanna play a game….?”
She's gone By Callum Ledwidge
Taken from me by those shawled heathens,
With the gall to call themselves women of the Lord.
My life has been cast to the fiery void.
A room, wooden boards jutting evil splintering shards.
A window, to tease my freedom like the fate of Tantalus.
My only companion, a crucified carving of a man
That I thought I could believe in.
My body suffers, my soul speaks of the ultimate sin.
My skin bleeds, it cracks, Like a ploughman has run his blade through
To plant his crop, the crop that is decay.
My bones ache,
My spirit breaks,
I feel the snake, the serpent’s call.
I know now my purpose, like Lucifer
I shall fall,
And when I do I shall return.
I will kill you all.
The creek in the floor upstairs by Arwyn Read
There was a creek in the floor upstairs
Watching a horror in the dark
Who dares go there?
Scared to death by Frankenstein’s sparks
Who could it be?
Only God knows
What could it be?
Doesn’t anybody know?
I got up slowly
And crept through the pitch black hall
Suddenly… I sensed something very un-holy
“ Little girl ” I heard it call
When I finally reached the top of the stairs
I went into the bedroom
I could feel someone’s stare
But this menacing voice… It belonged to whom?
I felt something grip your arm
Slowly I turned around
There stood a tall black shadow… Would it cause me any harm?
I tried to scream but couldn’t hear a sound
It then gripped my neck…
Suddenly everything went black
I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air
The sun shining through the windows
It was just a nightmare…
Or was it…?
Clowns by Caitlin Devitt
Glistening bright eyes,
A painful polka dot tie
Frizzy hair the colour of blood,
Scarlet noses do no good
Garish glaring makeup
Sends a warning wakeup
The Evil murderous grin
Sends shivers through your skin
They hide under your bed
And lurk in your head
No one wants to be a bearer
Of a clown causing terror
Creepy chronicles by Shauna Mooney
It was 9 o'clock on a Friday evening when I was leaving work. I work
in Coláiste Chiaráin, a secondary school in Leixlip. I was working late
because I was over supervised study for the evening and then I had to
go to a meeting in the library. After the meeting I went back to my
classroom to sort out work for my first years on the next Tuesday
because I wouldn't be in as I had to attend a course.
When I got to my class the door was open. I thought that was a bit
weird as I lock it every time I leave. As I entered the room one of my
folders went flying off my desk. It was almost dark outside and I could
hear the branches tapping off the glass on the window. I wasn't afraid
as it was probably just Mr. Kavanagh trying to scare me. When I got
what I needed for the rest of the weekend I left and tried to lock the
door but it wouldn't lock. I thought that this was a bit weird as well.
After telling the caretaker about my classroom door I saw a 6th year
student at his locker. I went over and asked him why he was here so
long. He said that he was at supervised study and then he went home
to realise that he forgot his books so he came back. I found that a bit
suspicious but I didn't say anything. After talking to the student for a
while he told me he had to go and off he went. I chatted with the
caretaker and he asked me to gather up my things as I was the last one
left and he wanted to lock up. I asked him if he saw the sixth year
student leave and he said that there was no students in the school
since 6pm. I was quite creeped out by that but I paid no attention to
the prickling hairs on my neck. When I started to drive I heard a bang
in the back of my car. I turned around and my car slightly went off
course. When I was back on track I heard a voice and I felt a breath on
the back of my neck. I instantly screamed and stopped the car. The
weird part was that there was no one in the back. When I arrived
home my house was a mess, it looked like a bomb had hit it. I ran
upstairs and got into bed. I thought that I'd wake up and everything
would be fine……I thought wrong.
I didn't think anyone has had a Saturday as bad as mine. For starters I
had to clean my whole house as it was a mess. Then I had to call into
the caretaker to get the school keys so I could go and get my handbag
which I left there by accident. When I got to the school I let myself in
and I heard a bloodcurdling scream. I followed the scream which led
me to the science labs. When I pushed open the door I noticed that one
of the desks had a lit bunsen burner on it. The school photograph from
1982 was burning on it. I ran to turn off the gas and noticed that the
photo was severely burnt apart from one familiar face in the
middle……it was him, the guy from the sixth year social area. I took
the photo with me and locked up the school. I returned the keys and
even though I was terrified I still managed to drive. When I was
passing the church I spotted a few of my colleagues. I pulled in and ask
them why they were here. They explained that they were at a ten year
anniversary mass for a past student who had died in a factory
explosion. When they showed me his picture on the memorial card my
heart skipped a beat. I took out the damaged photo from my pocket
and my hands shock as I showed them and started to explain the
recent series of strange events. The teachers shared a funny look and
said, ‘Ethan is still up to his old tricks’.
Azan Nizar (artwork)
The devil's lair by Senan Karsanov Murphy
It was a dark and gloomy night.You were left alone in the school to
lock up. You’re rushing to lock all the doors as you are afraid of being
alone for too long. You start to hear the pitter patter of the rain hitting the
windows. “O shoot” you mumble to yourself. As you are heading to unlock
the last door you hear your car alarm go off in the distance. You lock the
last door and grab your umbrella to go check out your car.
As you stop the alarm you see a strange figure standing in the field
in the distance. “Hello” you shout as you head over to see if you could see
this figure. You stop in the middle of the field looking around when all of a
sudden the ground starts to grumble underneath your feet and you start to
You tried to stop yourself from falling and manage to slide down.
You don't know how long you were sliding for until BAM! You hit
something cold and hard. Pain engulfs your body and you start to hear
footsteps in the distance. You reach for your phone and to turn on the light
and point it at where you think the footsteps are coming from. You see a
tall menacing figure with red robes and a pointy mask holding a bat. You
try to speak but before you do the man takes a swing and you black out.
You wake up to the sound of chanting and cheering. They are
carrying you upside down by a pole which is tied to your hands and feet.
As you sway you start to feel nauseous. You try to escape but the pain
was just too unbearable. In the distance the chanting you heard starts to
get louder and louder. You stop and your capturers stop and open a
massive door and a wave of heat hits you. As you are carried into the
room you see a ring of fire and an altar in the middle. You look around and
see hundreds of people wearing the same red robe and mask. You look
and realise the room is massive with a big dome ceiling. You are carried
into the centre and placed onto the altar. One of your capturers notices
you're awake and comes to you and takes another swing and you go
When you wake up you are dangling upside down and you take a glance
around and see that all your capturers have disappeared. But you take
another look and you realise that they are lying on the floor with their
masks off and you recognise some of them. They were your fellow
teachers and some of the local towns people. You start to panic and you
notice a face in the distance. Its starts to get clearer and you see red eyes
and a smiling grin of a thousand teeth. You had seen my face! And now
that you know how you got here I'm going to kill you and use you as my
eternal form to conquer the world!
Creepy creatures by Zoe Coady
Today in school we went to English where we heard strange banging
coming from somewhere in the school. It came closer and closer until
you could smell a stingy smell in front of your face, you could feel cold
air rush past every once in awhile, then all of a sudden you would see a
pair of paws scuttering across the ground. All of a sudden I felt the skin
on my leg rip in pieces and the whole class screamed, there was a little
ugly brown ball of a creature chewing my leg! I yanked my leg away
and realised half of it was gone I had no time to even let a scream out
because the creature started going for me!
I made a run for the door with everyone behind me, I opened the door
and to my horror there were so many of them outside the door and
they all went for us. We were stuck in the classroom with hundreds or
more of these things, that was it. We were going to die. All of a sudden
I heard a death defying scream, I was not sure what it was but I
opened my mouth to scream anyway but before I could, I felt dripping
on my face and after a droplet fell into my mouth I realised it was
blood. I looked up and realised that the scream I had heard earlier was
a girls leg being ripped off, they had thrown her in the air and ripped
her leg off and then eaten it, I then realised the blood was hers. I was
After a while of fighting off creatures I realised me and my friend were
the only ones left. Everyone was gone. We decided to jump out of the
window and hope it wasn’t a big drop. We fell ten feet and I could see
that I had broken my leg because the creature bit my leg so far in that I
could see my bones snapped in half. It had tried to eat my face so I had
many deep cuts on my face but I had to run anyway because the
creatures were chasing us. It turns out that they couldn’t go in sunlight
and they all died.
I'm in the hospital now and I have had an amputation on my leg. I have
a prosthetic leg and I'm about to go into reconstructive surgery on my
Dear diary…..by Jamie O’Riordan
Today something very creepy happened…. I was sitting on the coach
watching the TV, My Mam was upstairs in the shower, and Dad was
gone out to work. All of a sudden there was a loud knock at the door.
I looked over and see a man’s face through the glass panel staring in at
me, it was a face that I didn’t recognise! Straight away I was startled
and afraid, I could see he had a patch over one eye, blood splattered on
his face. Suddenly a loud noise like a chainsaw being started and then
he started to hack through the door, I could see blood on the chainsaw,
he rushed towards me and then everything went black.
That’s all I can remember, now I’m sitting on a cold stone spiralling
staircase writing this, the walls around me are muddy, and dense, it
looks like I’m underground? I’m very frightened, I look up the
staircase, and the spiral just keeps going and going, as far as the eye
As I go up the stairs there is signs which say Death, Kill, Hell, I’m really
confused, what is happening?
Now there’s knives, chainsaws, creatures all waiting to attack me, now
there’s someone behind me…
It’s the man from the door, he starts chasing me I’m screaming for
help, nobody hears me, just as he is about to grab me, I wake up, I’m
back on the couch, weird dream….
No light of the night by Emily Ryan
Walking down the road,
in the night with no light.
Trees swooshing, leaves crunching under
As you walk past an old, dark cottage,
you stumble across a red balloon,
floating in the crisp air.
You begin to walk faster than you were
There’s a dim street light ahead.
You walk in that direction.
As you’re walking a figure appears.
You rub your eyes to see if you’re
The figure awaits your company,
getting closer every second.
You intentionally blink.
The figure is gone.
You feel a sharp, warm wind on your
You slowly turn around.
As you turn a shadow flashes past your eyes.
You turn back around to continue
there it is.
The Killer Clown of the night.
The mystery man by Danny Walsh
My alarm woke me at seven o’clock this morning. Today would be the
day I started secondary school. I got ready and my mam called me and
said that is was time to go. We got in the car and collected my best
About halfway into the drive, a car spun out in front of us. We
were all very scared, It hit into another car and both cars looked
wrecked. Then, to our surprise, the driver of one of the cars stepped
out like nothing happened. We all jumped out of the car to check if the
drivers were ok, but something didn't seem right. The driver that had
stepped out of his car was looking for something. Then he looked
straight up and me and said ‘You have it! I know you do!’. He started
walking closer to us saying it over and over. We all quickly ran back
into the car and drove off. We were too scared to even talk to each
We made it to the school and went into our first class. Jackson
and I were wondering what he was saying that I had. It was the end of
my first class and we went to the next one. I noticed something
glowing in Jackson’s bag as he was taking his books out but thought
nothing of it. The teacher looked familiar, he looked like the man from
the crash, but I thought it couldn't be him. At the end of that class he
told me to stay back. He asked me again if I had it. It was the man from
the crash! I still didn't know what he wanted and I was getting scared
so I ran out of the class. I was so terrified I ran right out of the school.
Jackson had been waiting for me outside of the classroom and ran with
me. We jumped onto a bus that was at the bus stop near the school.
Jackson asked me what had happened. I told him that it was the man
from the crash asking for something. Jackson said that the teacher did
look like him but, that it must be impossible that it was the man from
the crash, he couldn't have made it to class before us. When I got home
that evening, I was feeling restless and worried. That night I couldn't
get to sleep, I was so creeped out! I saw a shadow at the door and then
I saw him, he was in my house! How could he have gotten in? I was too
scared to even talk or scream. He just asked the same question over
and over, ‘Where is it?’ I still didn't know what he was talking about
and then he said ‘Wait, I know who took it, it was your friend’ and he
disappeared from the house. I went back to sleep thinking it must have
been a dream. The next morning I woke up and got ready for school
but when I went to collect Jackson he was not there, he was gone! It
mustn't have been a dream after all. It must have been that glowing
thing in Jackson’s bag he was after, but what was it?
When we got to school there were Gardai everywhere. It turned
out that the teacher was an alien and was looking for his baby,
hatching from an egg! That was the glowing thing in Jackson’s bag. He
had found it in his garden that morning but had kept it a secret. I found
Jackson at the back of the school staring into the sky. The teacher had
hypnotised him before being collected in a spaceship and flying off
Figure man by Anna-May Fagan
I was looking in the mirror when I was brushing my teeth before bed,
when I saw a shadow in the reflection of the mirror in the doorway. I
turned around but there was nothing there. When I went back into my
room to pull the blind down before I got into bed, there was someone
or something in the driveway of my house. It looked up at me slowly as
if he knew someone was looking at it. Then I remembered the front
door was unlocked and I ran downstairs but it was too late, the
shadow was in the hall…
I woke up screeching, my dad came running in screaming “What’s
wrong?”, “Just a bad dream” I told him.
In school that day we were looking at scary stories, the next one my
teacher told made my heart skip a beat.
One night a girl was getting ready for bed. She was in the bathroom
brushing her teeth and hair when suddenly she saw a shadow in the
doorway in the mirror. She turned around but nothing was there. She
thought nothing of it and went into her room to pull across her
curtains. What she saw next she thought she would never see, there
was someone or something a figure almost in a long cloak. All of a
sudden a thought came into her head, the window in the sitting room
was unlocked. She ran downstairs so fast she nearly fell down the
stairs. When she got downstairs it was too late, the figure was in the
sitting room. All of a sudden the girl was not scared, she was almost
relaxed. The figure started to walk over to her and put out a hand and
said “Come with me.” The girl put out her hand and instantly a really
ight light came from the back of the room. The girl and the figure
walked into the light and were never seen again.
Halloween banter by Carl O’Rourke
It's Friday the thirteenth and Halloween is only a few days away.
Everyone is dying for the big bonfire and the fireworks. This time of
year is when kids dress up as clowns and scary people for the fun of it.
This is usually hilarious.
I was sitting around with one of the boys waiting for everyone to come
out. It was about 8 o'clock so it was getting dark very quickly. In the
corner of my eye I spotted a clown on the other side of the field setting
off rockets. The first one he fired into the sky, it looked amazing but
then he started firing them at us. We thought it was one of the kids
having a laugh but I didn't find it very funny. So I ran towards him but
the closer I got to him the taller the clown got. Then when I was about
20 metres away from him I saw he had a big knife!
He started running towards me so I bet up through the field as fast as I
could. He chased me around the field for about ten minutes. I was
terrified for my life but when I was finally out of breath he was as well
so I ran over and smacked him a nice dig into the face and knocked
him to the floor. Then he said “Stop!” and took off the mask. It was my
girlfriend getting me back from last Halloween when I chased her
around in a Freddy Krueger costume, ha ha ha!
Halloween evening By Paul Donnellan
It was a dark Halloween evening,
Fireworks danced brightly in the dark Halloween sky,
Children dancing round the streets,
looking for treats.
The dazzling fireworks crackling in the sky,
Looking spectacular dancing with the stars
all brightly shining in the sky,
Something spectacular when seen by eye.
Pumpkins sitting on doorsteps,
Cut out with funny and scary faces,
Candle flames dancing inside,
Shining brightly in night
Children dancing in scary costumes,
Adults watching the fireworks sparkling bright,
What a fun Halloween night.
Halloween poem by Ellie Dunne
Haunted houses are scary
Lots of sweets for everyone
Lock your doors
On Halloween night
Witches will give you a fright
Everyone in costumes
Eating lots of treats
Nearly jumping out of their seats
Eabha Fagan (artwork)
The werewolf mystery by Sahannah Clarke
It was a harsh,windy morning on October 26th 2017. I was in the
middle of a very intriguing history class taught by Mr. Bailey. Our old
teacher Mr Roberts had taken a few weeks off due to his severe knee
pains. Mr. Bailey was substituting. So far my friends and classmates
liked him but I had an uneasy feeling about him from the moment he
stepped into the classroom.
He was teaching us about the gruesome killings in the 1760’s. This
killer was highly unusual as each of his victims had dreadful claw
marks all over their bodies. Each time the killer ended another life
they would put the bodies under the view of the full moon. A lot of
people believed that the killer was a werewolf. The clues were
The next night people heard screaming and shrieking and growling as
they laid in their beds paralyzed with fear. The next day the townsfolk
gathered around and decided to put wolfsbane in the dead bodies as
wolfsbane was said to be able to weaken and even kill werewolves.
The night after that the werewolf was heard ripping the bodies to
shreds and feasting on them. After a while the villagers heard
whimpering outside. They celebrated and the killer was never heard
As Mr Bailey finished the story I couldn't help but wonder who the
killer was and if it's still alive today. Suddenly there was a smash on
the ground- I jumped in fright. It was just my pencil case falling. As I
was bending down to get it I saw something that made the hair on my
neck stand up in absolute terror. Mr. Bailey's ankle was sprouting hairlong,furry,brown
hair. I gulped. Now I know who the killer is.
Knock and run by Alexander Buisman
A boy watching TV just remembered what the homeless man told him
after he knocked on the haunted house, they say the house he knocked
on a old women passed away and her soul is still inside and if you
knock on the door she will come for you.
He woke up on the coach. The door squeaked. The TV turned off. He
heard someone’s fingernails scratching against the floor. He got up and
looked behind him. There was a women crawling on the floor with her
hair over her head. He thought to himself, could it be the women the
homeless man was talking about. He blinked and she was gone. The
lights turned off. And suddenly they turned back on. She was right in
front of him with her long hair over her face. He could hear her deep
breathes. He was thinking to himself how did the man know. He heard
knocking on the door and he turned around to it. Once he turned back
around she was gone. The door was locked so he went to the door to
unlock it and he opened it. It was the man that told him about the
They tried to run outside but before they could the door shut and
locked itself. The boy asked him how he knew about the evil old
women. And his answer was “she was my wife”. The life turned off
again. They could feel her hands against their face, she was talking but
the boy didn’t know what she was saying. The man said that she was
saying knock and run. Outside they could hear every car in the estate
go off. The lights were turning on and off. A police car parked outside
the house with its sirens going off. The lights turned on and everything
stopped. She was gone and so was the homeless old man too.
Locked in by Dylan Kearns
It was the end of school on Monday and everyone was gone home. I
was just finished correcting work from earlier on in the day. All the
cars were gone from the car park and all the bikes were gone as well. It
was starting to get dark outside too. All the lights were turned off so it
wasn’t easy to see. There was a cold breeze in the school as well. There
was not a sound in the school but the sound of my footsteps. The
windows were shut and I was in charge of locking up all the exit doors.
As I was heading to the front door I heard a loud bang, almost like a
door shutting. I stopped and stood as a still as a statue. It sent a shiver
down my spine. Then I heard three claps. I rushed to the front door…
but it was locked. My mind was racing. I was in charge of locking the
doors. I then ran to the other door to go out to the PE hall. I looked out
and there was someone standing at the PE hall door. They were tall
and they were wearing a long black jacket, black trousers and a grey
cap. I accidentally banged on the window and they saw me and started
walking towards me. I turned and ran back. I heard the the door open.
I didn’t dare to look behind me. I ran into the closest classroom I could
see. I went in and went to lock it but there was no key, so I held the the
door closed as hard as I could. I could hear loud footsteps getting
louder and louder, closer and closer.
Then they started knocking on the door and they were shouting
something but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I peeped
through the little hole in the door window, I could see them, it was a
man and he was holding a big carving knife. As I was looking through
the hole the man appeared from nowhere and put the knife through
and it got right beside my eye, luckily. I let go of the door handle in
pain. I began to see blood dripping on the floor. My heart was racing.
Then the door burst open. The man had his hood up and was wearing
a clown mask. I sat down on a chair in pain. The man walked over to
where I was sitting. He put the back of my head down on the table. I
couldn’t move. He put the knife hard down where he had stabbed me
already and carved a line from the corner of my eye to the corner of
my mouth. I let out a roar in pain. I felt the sharp blade slice open my
cheek and the blood slowly drip onto the table. Then he took the knife
and put it through my shoulder and into the table. He ran out of the
room leaving me in a bad situation, and he never gave a reason for
what he did that day and never was seen again after.
Strange body parts By Jake Mc Keon
Strange Body Parts (Possibly Human!) Found in Leixlip High School
A Leixlip High School was forced to have an early end today after some
body parts were found. Joseph Sweeney, the principal of Colaiste
Chiarain, called the Gardai after a few students discovered some
remains in the green field near the school. One student said that the
body parts were being dragged by a fox, maybe attempting to bring it
into its den, before running off after seeing some students getting
ready for P.E. Mr Sweeney commented, “It’s a shock to all of us at
Colaiste Chiarain with this horrible discovery. We will work with the
Gardai to find who or what is responsible for this.” One of the Garda
officers on the field described the parts looking like human remains,
while another said it looked more animal like. The field was cut off
while investigation goes on. We asked a few students around the
school what they thought. A student in second year had to say “Thank
God the area is cut off. I hate P.E. Hopefully more of those remains turn
up.” A student in first year said “I’m not even in here for a year and
already some weird spooky stuff is found, hopefully the rest of my
time in the school is like this.” A teacher had commented “This is really
upsetting. Hopefully the person who did this is caught and arrested for
a long time, I mean leaving body parts in a school is just wrong.” Parts
of the remains were sent to a lab for DNA testing. Meanwhile some
zoologists have examined pictures of the remains and believe that
these remains are from a cow or possibly a horse. However some
disagree, saying it’s the remains of a woman who went missing a few
days ago. We at the Irish News Channel will report future updates.
Lisa Tobin (artwork)
October 13th By Katelyn Gallagher
October 13th the scariest night of my life
October 13th was the scariest night of my life. I was upstairs in my room,
my music blasting in my ears. In the background, I could hear my mam
shouting up to me “MASON, MASON!” I chose to ignore her. Next thing,
before I knew it, she ripped the earphones out of my ears. “MASON clean
this room, it's filthy”. “MAM, what the heck!” “Gimme that phone, you're
not getting this back until your behavior improves”. “OH MY GOD, I HATE
YOU!” I stormed out, I went for a walk in the woods to clear my head. I
was walking through the woods, seeing the usual, the emo kids smoking.
The popular kids jumping into the river, with their speaker blasting music. I
was so distracted looking at everyone that my legs fell from under me and
I went tumbling down a hill and hit my head hard off the ground. I sat up
because I felt excruciating pain in my leg, my bone nearly piercing through
my skin. I started to yell, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It was
hopeless, no one could hear me. At this point I started to panic. How was I
going to get home? Who will feed my fish? And worst of all, am I going to
DIE? All of these thoughts were running through my mind. I rooted through
my pockets trying to get my phone, then I realised my Mam had taken it
off me. It was starting to get dark at this point, what was I going to do? I
tried to manoeuvre my leg a certain way so I could get up. I slowly
managed to push myself up and started hopping on one leg. The pain was
shooting through my leg and I fell back down as the pain was just too bad.
I tried to get up again. I had to keep going. I got to a tree and pulled two
sticks off a branch and stripped some bark off the tree and made a
makeshift splint. It was pitch black by now. I started to scream again but
got no response. It was starting to get cold, I was only wearing a light
t-shirt. I got two sticks and started to rub them together, I started to get a
spark. I was putting the sticks against the leaves on the ground, but they
were still wet from the rain yesterday. I was certain I wasn't going to
survive the night. I kept trying to get up, but couldn't. I had to drag myself
along the ground. There was only one way I thought that I might live
through the night, if I could find some shelter . It felt like I was dragging
myself forever, I wanted to give up, but I couldn’t. Thoughts of my family
and my friends and kept going. I finally saw an opening to a cave, I was
filled with relief. I might just be able to feed my fish again. I went into the
cave and covered myself with everything I could find. I could only get
about 2 - 3 hours of broken sleep. It was morning time, I was freezing
cold, starving and parched. I was sitting in the corner of the cave, giving
up all hope, until I heard people walking nearby. I tried to shout out, but
my voice was so raspy. I dragged myself out of the cave as fast as I could
and screamed at the top of my lungs .They heard me and not all hope was
lost . October 13th….. scariest night of my life.
Sophie Baker (artwork)
Every halloween night by Maison, Japhet, Sam,
Every Halloween night, little rats beg for sweets in their costumes.
Little candles extinguished by the raging wind.
The same wind that strips the leaves from the branches.
Bats flying, house to house, taking the candy from the shadows.
Ravens stealing the candy in the dark forest, on the edge of town,
feeding it to the floating, headless skulls.
Pumpkins shrinking and weakening, tinged with greyish green.
The balloon rises as the water plummets, casting a reflection of the
Shadow of the night by Rachel Ibrahim
Dull dark night no one in sight
Walking in the shadows of night
I feel a breath open my neck
Warm and nearly wet
As I turned my head
I quickly flinched
I can nearly taste the presence of heat
I started to think
My walk into a run
I could see the shadow growing near
My hair blowing in the wind
I took a sharp turn
My legs begin to burn
Thinking that I was nearly there
I could taste something wrong with the air
The shadow of a hand appeared
His is hand over my mouth and nose
I twisted and turned but his grip so firm
As I took what I thought was my last breath
I woke with a loud gasp
Oh how daft
Can’t be real
I turned my head to look out the window
There I saw that man staring through
Mary Angel (artwork)
Scary story by Paddy Kiely
As I was walking down the alleyway
Late at night I saw a weird looking man
Looking out the window of an apartment
So I kept walking down the dark alley and he
Shouted “Hey wait there” I started to run
And he jumped down and put on a mask
And he had a big large knife
I was out of breath but I couldn't stop running
Because he would have killed me
So I got to the end of the alley and loads
Of big men jumped out from behind a wall
So I started shouting and kept running
Any person they ran past they cut with a knife
I could barely breathe
I ran towards the garda station and tried
To open the door but it was locked
And they were gonna kill me
They said “we have you now
Were going to kill you now
While we have you”
Luckily a garda car came up
And checked if I was okay
And they brought me home.
The Halloween Fright by Nikita Haveron
One dark and creepy Halloween
I sit home alone and watched my screen
When suddenly I hear the bell
Then I hear two children yell
“Help us” they say
So I rush to the door straight away
When I open the door they run inside
They slam it shut and begin to hide
“What’s going on” I say fast
“A man is coming” they say at last
The man is tall and wearing all black
He lives in the shadows in a tiny old shack
Thoughts are rushing through my head
Then I see the children's faces go red
I hear a gasp so I turn around
Then I see the man with a ferocious hound
He pounded on the door with all his might
But I wasn't giving up without a fight
“How do you know this man?” I say curiously
“He’s our neighbor” they say furiously
“But why is after you?” I say
“Because we stole his sweets and ran away”
I went to the door and let him in
when he saw the kids he had a grin
“Oh thank God, I've been worried sick
Time to go home Molly and Rick”
“Excuse me sir can you do me a favour?
Can you tell me are you their neighbour?”
“I'm not their neighbour I'm their dad,
They ran away when I got mad
So in the end they were lying the whole time
But at least I got to make this rhyme.
Nathan Farrell Kiersey (artwork)
The more I run by Christella Kanda
The time is near
The bells are ringing
Voices in my head
I run around these empty school
Halls hoping it will end
The haunting steps get nearer
The louder the voices get
The more the more I run
The more my life is on a thread
I hear the scary laughs
And the roaring of the chainsaw
I run around these empty school Halls hoping it will
The chase almost over
Soon enough we will all be dead
The new boy by Daragh Enright
There was a new boy who came to Colaiste Chiarain in 2007. No one
knew him and he came from Romania. His name was Garcio and he
was in 1A2. He never talked and stayed in school till it was dark. He
had rotten sharp teeth and a small moustache. He absolutely hated
doing work especially English. The day before the Halloween
mid-break there was a haunted walk around the school. Garcio
dressed up as a vampire and wore a big black cloak. The student from
1A2 went into room 13 the English room. Suddenly Garcio spoke out
saying in a very deep voice “ finally the time has come’’. He bit every
person’s shoulder in the room. They all died minutes later and then
Garcio went up to Mr.Sweeneys office. Mr.Sweeney put up a good fight
but in the end Garcio bit his shoulder as well and he also died. The
story says Garcio turned into a bat and flew off to The Wonderful Barn
and will come back to the school ten years later. The ten years in
nearly up and Halloween is on its way. Everyone has been warned but
nobody believes the story except for one boy who found this book…..
Nia Dunne (artwork)
The Paradox by Jacky Tang
I woke up to the sound of rope slowly dragging across the floor. The
smell was so bad it felt like I was in a room full of fresh, decaying,
bloody corpses. I wanted to scream out for my parents but then I
remembered they were out of town. Then I heard a soft crack sound,
before I even knew what was happening I was gagged but what I saw
was truly horrifying. I saw a man with a sack over his head and a noose
around his neck, his body and flesh were decaying. I broke free of his
iron grip and ran as fast as I could and made it to my school, yet still
that putrid stench was in the air. Then I felt a sharp pain in my back
too and I turned around to see a knife there. I knew there was a first
aid kit in my school so I went to get it. What I saw will haunt me for the
rest of my life. Everyone was dead and there was blood splattered
around the entire school. One corpse I saw was absolutely horrifying,
his eyes were torn out, his teeth shattered and pulled, his organs
ripped out, his spine was just out of his body and his vital organs were
splattered around the floor. Then I saw the man again and I tried to
run for it but I got caught. Then I saw one hit him in his head with a
baseball bat though he quickly killed him though but I had enough
time to slip away. I called my parents but all I heard was a ghoulish
laugh that still haunts me to this day. Then I received a picture and I
saw it, it was a picture of my parents. They were torn limb from limb,
the image makes me truly sick to this day. After that I ran to the
Woodwork room and my God, there was a river of blood. The saws
were all bloody and there were heads everywhere, one of which was
my friend’s. I then saw a locker full of bodies, their skin and their veins
were removed and all that was left was bone. I saw the skin of the
bodies on the first aid kit. It was quilted into a jacket. Suddenly I heard
‘RUN!’. It was from one of my teachers who had been turned into a
human pin cushion. There were needles in all his veins and arteries. I
ran as fast as I could. Then I saw a wall with blood on it with writing
saying ‘wake up’. Then I heard a soft snap as my vision went blank, my
ears muted, my senses gone, my thought gone. Then I woke up to the
sound of a rope dragging slowly on the floor. How deep was I?
The shadow by Megan Travers
Angela Smith is driving home from work on a Thursday evening (her
busiest day of the week). She is tired and looking forward to getting
back into her warm, cosy bed. It’s about half past nine in the evening
and as she passes a dark shadow covering the road it seems to get
noticeably warmer in the car. Angela thinks nothing of it and just
assumes that the AC is acting up again. After a few minutes she’s
nearly home when she hears some ruffling in the back seat. The car
has gotten warmer again so she decides to turn the AC off. As she
looks down she notices the AC wasn’t on. She looks up into her
rearview mirror in a panic and sees nothing. “ You are scaring
yourself” she says as she tries to calm herself. After a while Angela can
hear someone whispering unintelligible words and feels warm breath
on the back of her neck. Shivers are sent down her spine as she looks
over her shoulder and she sees nothing but a shadow. As soon as
Angela arrives home she jumps out of the car and runs indoors
quickly. The middle-aged English teacher has pressed her back against
the locked front door, trying to catch her breath when suddenly she
hears a crash in the kitchen. She goes silent and can nearly hear the
beat of her heart. She is overcome with fear and yet finds herself
making her way towards the kitchen to investigate. Her hands are
shaking, her heart is beating faster by the second. She thrusts open the
door and is greeted by a sudden and loud noise. Angela is in such
shock by what she sees she collapses to the ground. The neighbours
heard the crash and scream and called the police in horror. When the
ambulance took her away and the police continued to investigate the
scene they decided that they would examine her car, only to find a big
red balloon with Happy Birthday Angie written on it. The balloon
seemed to be leaking a warm gas. The police are bewildered as it's not
Angela’s birthday and it's not the first time one of these balloons has
been found at a crime scene…………………….
Nikol Wasilewska (artwork)
Her eyes by TY Class
Her eyes, illuminous green and prominent,
reflecting her turmoil and frustration.
The deathly palour of her ashen skin
Shadows illuminate the threat of her scars.
Dark circles, charcoal black.
They contrast greatly from her cat like eyes.
Sickly pale, ghostly grey.
Ominous, she intimidates.
Seeking revenge, against those who
dressed her in ebony black and crisp white.
Aspiring to life.
Long forgotten are the times she was blissfully ignorant,
oblivious to the turmoil, lying beneath the thin mask of a beautiful
She was happy before.
Healthy, full of life, the brightness in her face could light up a room.
The reflection of health and youth emanating from the pastel azure of
She smiled without effort and lived life to the fullest.
That was then.
Colm, Sorcha, Lucy, Eden, Donal, Leah, Ryan, Eimear, Roisin, Tiernan,
Natalia, Joshua, Andy, Ben,
Stephen, Dylan, Aisling, Conor
Sean Ducao (artwork)
My story by Beatrice Braescu Cojocaru
It was a bright summer's day and my friends and I were going to a lake
not far from home. We had all heard stories that everyone who steps a
foot in the lake is never to be seen again. But obviously that’s just
another rumour. Jake, Sarah, Ashley and Jordan still think that the
rumour is true. But I know it’s not true. When we got there everyone
was scared to go in so I, brave person that I am, walked in hip height.
Everyone just stared and then ran in to just below knee height before I
got pulled in the water screaming. And seconds after there was silence,
the sky went black. All I could feel is something hanging on to my two
ankles dragging me deeper and deeper in the water.I opened my eyes
to see a man with a fin on his back and sharp teeth like a shark’s.
Suddenly there was a massive pain in my ankle. I looked down and
saw blood, the shark man had bitten me. I tried to scream but I had
forgotten I was under water and swallowed a lot of water. He brought
me deeper while I struggled to breathe. I was able to set myself free
from his grip of my ankles. I tried to swim but I struggled because I
didn’t want to go to swimming lessons a year ago and now i realised
that I should have. I looked back to see where he was or if he caught up
to me. He'd vanished (I guess I’m a better swimmer than I thought).I
kept swimming and saw a dark shadow approaching me. The
sharkman caught up to me and I somehow passed out. When I woke
up I felt really strange and different and I was in a place I never have
seen before. There were sharkmen and sharkwomen everywhere. One
of them said “you are now one of us”. They picked me up, I wanted to
scream but I figured it was no use. They put me in front of a mirror
and when I looked in it, I looked exactly like them. I began to realise I
was one of them and there was no way I could be the old me again.
Everyone there were the people who had disappeared in this lake. I
lived the rest of my life in this lake, it wasn’t that bad. I never saw Jake,
Jordan, Ashley, Sarah, my cat and my family ever again but I made new
friends... SHARK FRIENDS.
No blinking by Rachael Allen Taylor
Rain falls like it means to wash us away, like it means to keep
hammering until we smudge like a Monet masterpiece.
It sounds like the heavens are knocking on our door, roof and window
panes. Today is a day of certain wetness, even as I sit to watch the
downpour uncontrollable drops fall on the window pane.
I sat down typing away in room 36, the German room. Earlier in the
morning the blue that stretched into the horizon had only been broken
only by unstable wisps of white. Now it threaded across the sky in
thicker bands. Yet they were still white with hardly a trace of grey and
I dispelled worries of rain. The students had left the school and there
were a few teachers left. It was getting darker by the minute. Teachers
going out of the school. Soon I was the only one left typing away trying
to finish correcting tests for my classes and write up exams for my 6th
years. A shadow swifted passed the window. I glanced over; there was
nothing there. I heard a key turn in the lock. I honestly thought this
was a joke. The lights started to flicker. The shadow appeared, the
voice was like iron nails dragged over rock. It rose and fell, never once
making the words audible. Then the eyes that had been as white as the
naked body turned to black and the mouth stretched wide in an
eternal scream. No matter how much I screamed for help, no voice
would come out… or so I thought. In truth there was simply no-one
left to hear, or rather no-one with the capacity to respond. I ran to the
door in a blink of an eye struggling to open it. I couldn't take it
anymore. Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison,
screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It
was like a volcano erupting; rage sweeping off me like ferocious
waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing my moralities and
destroying the boundaries of loyalty. I grabbed the nearest thing
closest to me and smashed the window. I snatched my stuff and
jumped out, blood oozing from my injured arm. I didn't look back, I
kept running and that was the last you heard from me.
A Halloween in the countryside by Keeley Hogan
17:50 October 27th:
“I’m off,” shouted my mam from the front door. “Where to?” I shouted
back from my twin sister and I’s bedroom. “Town,” she said. I walked
out to the top of the stairs “What’s on in town?” I asked. “Nothing, but
the owner of the fruit and veg shop near the church, Tom Murphy,
passed away last week so I’m going into town for all the shopping
now.” “Oh right, will you be long?” I asked. “Only about an hour,” she
said. “Can I go call for Séamus when you're gone?” I asked. “No the
O'Donnell's are still on holidays till tomorrow night,” she said as she
picked up her handbag, “Call me if there's any trouble,” she said as she
was walking out the door.
I went back into the bedroom and my sister Alanna was staring at
something out the window. “What is it?” I asked. “Just look,” she
replied. It looked to be a man with a bike sitting down in a field beside
the lake, he had a bag at his leg and he seemed to be eating a sandwich,
“So?” I asked. My sister being a straight A student though used her
knowledge and curiosity to point out “It’s a Friday evening, most
people would want to be on the couch and having a cuppa tea with
their feet up and no one but Mrs. Monroe lives around here and her?
On a bike? I don't think so,” she said. Mrs. Monroe was a woman well
in her eighties who doesn’t really talk to anyone but the mailman.
“How rude! Don't’ say things like that,” I told her. “....also that field he’s
in is owned by Tom Murphy,” she told me. “And?” “And it’s trespassing,
we’ll have to keep an eye on ‘em,” she said.” “We? You do what you
want I’m not wasting my time to stalk a loner who cycles places just to
eat sandwiches or whatever he’s doing.” “How rude!” she said, “Don’t
say things like that,” she added.
18:30 October 31st:
“David,” called Alanna from our room. I ran up the stairs “Yeah?” “He’s
there again!” she told me. “Ugh let it go.” “You aren’t suspicious he’s
been there the last four days at this exact time?” “ No not really,” I
replied. “The o'Donnell's should be back, do ya wanna see if they’re
home?” I asked. “I thought you said you went earlier.” “No I went
yesterday, they weren’t home.” “Alright gimme a minute to get ready,”
she said. “I’ll go tell mum,” I said. I went downstairs to mum who was
eating her usual evening toast with her favourite raspberry jam. “Can
me and Alanna go call for Séamus and Saoirse?” “Yeah sure, I’m going
into town in a few minutes for some bits, will yee be back for eight?”
she asked. “Yep.”
“Ugh it’s so cold,” said Alanna as we were walking in the driveway. I
knocked as per usual.
No answer, I knocked again, Alanna looked through the window. “No
one home,” she said. “The car is here,” I said. “I’m pretty sure their car
was here the whole time they were gone on holidays,” she said. “They
must have got picked up,” she added. “Hrrrrmmmmmm….” I
wondered. “Let’s go round the back.” We went around to the back door
only to find it was open. “Alanna pushed me in gently and told me to
check it out. “I thought trespassing was wrong.” “Yeah but this is
weird, Mrs. O'Donnell never leaves the house without making sure all
windows and all doors are locked,” she said. “True.” “SÉAMUS?!” I
called. I turned the corner only to see blood on the floor leading to the
basement, I looked up to see “YOU’RE NEXT ” written in blood along
the wall. “Ahhhh,” Alanna screamed as she followed me in. “No, no, no,
no, no, this isn’t happening” she said in fright as she walked out the
backdoor. She turned to me after we had both got out of the house
with both hands over her mouth “Tom Murphy!” she said. “He.. he.. he
died in his sleep though,” I replied in shock. “So they say,” she said.
We heard a car passing the front of the house, we ran out to try get
help, it was mum but she didn’t see us. She was going along the road
when Alanna pointed out ‘the man on the bike’, cycling slowly in the
middle of the road. He stopped in front of mum and she was forced to
stop. “Mum!” screamed Alanna and I at the same time but she was too
far away. We started running down the road as fast as we could, as we
did the man got off his bike, put down the stand and searched his bag,
mum was screaming at him to get out of the way. I pulled Alanna back
as the man took out a pistol. BANG! “Mum,” screamed Alanna as she
burst into tears and fell to her knees. “We have to go,” I told her as I
pulled her up. We ran back to the house, the man was slowly getting
onto his bike and was cycling slowly up the road behind us. But as for
us, we were running faster than we’d ever ran before. We had to break
down the door as we had no key, we ran upstairs and I hid in my
wardrobe. The last I heard of my sister Alanna was the window of our
room open, and an “I love you.” I said it back and five minutes later I
heard the squeak of the front door and the creek of the stairs.
Run For Your Life by Mébh Brennan.
My name is Mary Thompson. I work in a small shop in London. It's
1950 and it's winter time. Todays’ headlines were about the ripper
who strikes again in downtown London where I happen to work. His
previous victims were middle age women and they all seem to be
random attacks. I'm frightened as I fit the bill and could potentially
become another victim.
It's a cold, dark Tuesday night. Frost is forming and there is ice on the
windscreen of the cars parked outside the shop. I'm closing up shop,
it's almost 12.a.m and I have a twenty minute walk home. As I turn the
key to lock the door I notice a figure watching me in the reflection of
the glass from the door. He appears to be wearing a long dark coat and
a hat on his head. I can't make out his face as it is too dark. I feel
intimidated, my spine shivers with fright, it might be me shivering in
the cold of the night but I'm scared.
I begin the walk home. The streets are empty, the place looks like a
ghost town. The only light is from the street lamps but they aren't
really very bright. He's following me, I notice him in the wing mirrors
of the cars parallel parked down the street. I am careful not to turn
around to look at him as I don't want him to know I am suspicious of
him. I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, louder and louder.
I am petrified at this point and so I begin to run.My boots weren't
made for this vulgar running, I feel as if they are about to buckle and
crack under the pressure of me running down the street in them. I
want to scream for help but I am not able as if my own body had given
up on me. But I for one won't give up, I'm a fighter, I'll survive this as
have many other things in my life.
In my final attempt to escape the wrath of this man I run across the
street and with that I hear a thud. Suddenly I stop running, I check to
see if I'm hurt. Looking at myself it feels odd as I don't feel as if I'm in
pain. I turn around to find my pursuer on the ground, after getting hit
by a car. I don't have to think twice, I sprint home, in the door so
extremely relieved that I've managed to escape with my life. A few
months go by, the headlines on the paper about the mysterious ripper
cease to exist. I smile to myself. At the fact that I may know something
Playtime by Nicole O’Riordan
It was a dark gloomy evening and my parents were out. I was home
alone and the thunder had not stopped all day…..
My phone vibrates with a text from my mom:
Mom~ is everything ok Jess?
Jess~ r u not home?
Mom~ no we are at grandma’s picking Lizzy up. Why?
Jess~ if ur not home then who’s downstairs!!!
Mom~ What!? Jess, get out of there!
Jess~ Wait, I can hear someone laughing.
Mom~Jess, seriously get out of the house now!!
Despite my mom's requests, I decided to go investigate. There couldn't
really be someone downstairs could there? Nah! The laughter was
coming from Lizzy’s playroom. I opened the door a crack and peeked
in. There was a man sitting in the shadows with curly hair with his
back to me. I quietly closed the door and sent a quick text to my mom:
Jess~ Mom, there is some1 in Lizzy’s playroom!
My phone vibrated in my pocket but I ignored it, curious to find out
who this person was. I peeked in again this time the man was facing
me. It was a clown! He had blood covered, pointy, yellow teeth. He was
just sitting there eerily winding the jack-in-the-box, giggling to himself.
I started to creep away, looking for a way to get out of the house
without bringing attention to myself.
I started to freak out! On the way to the front door I dropped my keys
on the ground! They made such a loud clatter I was certain I wasn't
going to get out of this house alive. Then I heard a deep, creepy voice
say, “Jess, I've been expecting you. Come, play with me”.
My heart was racing. Trying to keep calm I sent a text to Mom:
Jess~ Mom! There's a clown, he wants me to play with him!
Mom~ OK Jess we are coming home RIGHT NOW!!
Mom ~Hello?! JESS?! ANSWER ME!
Halloween Poem by Ava Sylvester
The scariest time of
year for sure,
Full of costumes and blood
and brains and gore
It’s a night for clowns and
vampires and witches
Hopefully you’ll get home
without any glitches
Vampires indulging on
their human feasts
The trees shake and the
lights go out
A tap on your shoulder and
you turn in doubt
The hairs on your neck
stand up in fright
As you never know what
lurks at night
Parties and games
But not for all,
The devil is waiting
Who will he call?
Bonfires surge and
The distant sounds of
a witches cackle
A snap of a twig the
switch of a light
this all happens on
Halloween Poem by Michelle Maggrey
Cold, gloomy Halloween night
Wild children with great
Costumes of beasts and brainless kinds
A scary night of your life.
Foggy streets, the kids may weep
As they see
Poisonous spiders crawl
Along with blood oozing out from the walls
The last hour of the night
Children run home, bags are tight
Evening ends where
The children sit
Where the bonfire is lit