Creepy Chronicles of Colaiste Chiarain
A wonderful collection of stories, poems and art work from our students in Colaiste Chiarain.
A wonderful collection of stories, poems and art work from our students in Colaiste Chiarain.
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A Halloween in the countryside by Keeley Hogan<br />
17:50 October 27th:<br />
“I’m <strong>of</strong>f,” shouted my mam from the front door. “Where to?” I shouted<br />
back from my twin sister and I’s bedroom. “Town,” she said. I walked<br />
out to the top <strong>of</strong> the stairs “What’s on in town?” I asked. “Nothing, but<br />
the owner <strong>of</strong> the fruit and veg shop near the church, Tom Murphy,<br />
passed away last week so I’m going into town for all the shopping<br />
now.” “Oh right, will you be long?” I asked. “Only about an hour,” she<br />
said. “Can I go call for Séamus when you're gone?” I asked. “No the<br />
O'Donnell's are still on holidays till tomorrow night,” she said as she<br />
picked up her handbag, “Call me if there's any trouble,” she said as she<br />
was walking out the door.<br />
I went back into the bedroom and my sister Alanna was staring at<br />
something out the window. “What is it?” I asked. “Just look,” she<br />
replied. It looked to be a man with a bike sitting down in a field beside<br />
the lake, he had a bag at his leg and he seemed to be eating a sandwich,<br />
“So?” I asked. My sister being a straight A student though used her<br />
knowledge and curiosity to point out “It’s a Friday evening, most<br />
people would want to be on the couch and having a cuppa tea with<br />
their feet up and no one but Mrs. Monroe lives around here and her?<br />
On a bike? I don't think so,” she said. Mrs. Monroe was a woman well<br />
in her eighties who doesn’t really talk to anyone but the mailman.<br />
“How rude! Don't’ say things like that,” I told her. “....also that field he’s<br />
in is owned by Tom Murphy,” she told me. “And?” “And it’s trespassing,<br />
we’ll have to keep an eye on ‘em,” she said.” “We? You do what you<br />
want I’m not wasting my time to stalk a loner who cycles places just to<br />
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