Creepy Chronicles of Colaiste Chiarain


A wonderful collection of stories, poems and art work from our students in Colaiste Chiarain.

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…​ ​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

orange​ ​juice.

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

begin​ ​boarding.

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

secret​ ​location.

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.

Bodies​ ​everywhere.

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

one​ ​word...


​ ​ ​ ​ ​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

She's​ ​gone.

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.

She's​ ​gone.

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

Dear​ ​Diary

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…​ ​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

can​ ​see!

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….

The​ ​End


No​ ​light​ ​of​ ​the​ ​night​ ​by​ ​Emily​ ​Ryan

Walking​ ​down​ ​the​ ​road,

in​ ​the​ ​night​ ​with​ ​no​ ​light.

Trees​ ​swooshing,​ ​leaves​ ​crunching​ ​under

your​ ​feet.

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

walking​ ​but…

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

friend​ ​Jackson.

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

into​ ​space


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

H​aunted​ ​houses​ ​are​ ​scary

A​nd​ ​fun

L​ots​ ​of​ ​sweets​ ​for​ ​everyone

L​ock​ ​your​ ​doors

O​n​ ​Halloween​ ​night

W​itches​ ​will​ ​give​ ​you​ ​a​ ​fright

E​veryone​ ​in​ ​costumes

E​ating​ ​lots​ ​of​ ​treats

N​early​ ​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

painfully​ ​obvious.

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

from​ ​again.

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,

Edouard,​ ​Adrian

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

Cold,​ ​dead.

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

her​ ​eyes.

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

about​ ​that.


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!!

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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!

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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!

Mom​ ​~JESS?!!!!!


Halloween​ ​Poem​ ​by​ ​Ava​ ​Sylvester

Halloween​ ​Poem

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

Haunted​ ​houses,

tricker​ ​treats

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

​ ​fireworks​ ​crackle

The​ ​distant​ ​sounds​ ​of

​ ​a​ ​witches​ ​cackle

A​ ​snap​ ​of​ ​a​ ​twig​ ​the

​ ​switch​ ​of​ ​a​ ​light

this​ ​all​ ​happens​ ​on

​ ​Halloween​ ​night


Halloween​ ​Poem​ ​by​ ​Michelle​ ​Maggrey

Cold,​ ​gloomy​ ​Halloween​ ​night

Wild​ ​children​ ​with​ ​great

Big​ ​fright

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


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