I am so excited to get started for another year of all things spooky,supernatural and paranormal! This will be our 6th annual contest and we are looking forward to another round of great writing. Check out this cool spooky pic I found on Pintrest! Maybe it will inspire you!
Here are the winners for this year. Caution....those with a low tolerance for scary need to be careful!
Once upon a time there was a
girl named Jade. She was eight years old. One night she asked her mom and dad
if she could go trick or treating with her friends Cassie, Emma and Michelle.
Her mom said “Yes”, but her dad was still thinking about it. Jade said,
“Please, Dad.” “Ok, Fine, You can go,” Dad said. Jade was so happy she called
her friends. The next day was Halloween!! Jade was dressed as a gothic angel.
Her friend Cassie,a mad hatter, Cassie
was a dead prisoner. She looked creepy. Michelle was a dead salsa dancer, she
was scary. They met at Emma’s house at around 4:00. They started trick or
treating next to where Emma lived. In the woods there was a haunted house. All
of the girls were scared and said,, “ We should go in.” They got a flash light
and began to walk slowly. They were at the gate and Michelle pushed the gate
and made a creaking sound. They were so scared. They went in the haunted house
and the girls thought it was an old amusement park because there was even a
creepy clown! They went upstairs and Emma was last to go. The stairs collapsed.
Michelle grabbed Emma and pulled her up. “Oh my God,” shrieked Emma. “I almost
died, you saved me.”
The clown was at
the top of the stairs. He pushed them don the stairs and nobody ever saw those
girls again.Watch Out on
Halloween Night boys and Girls.
By Michelle Valoyes aged 9
The Boy in the Painting
Frank woke up in the morning with a peculiar
feeling.The feeling that he was being
watched.He thought maybe he was
dreaming.So, he pinched himself.Nope, not a dream.He hoped he was just tired and the feeling
would go away.He got out of bed and
went down to the kitchen.
The yummy smell of sizzling bacon wafted through the
air.His mom greeted himand handed him a plate of bacon and told him
to sit down.Frank still had the feeling
that he was being watched.The night
before, his mom had found a strange painting in their attic.A little boy wearing blue striped pajamas who
had cold blue eyes that looked down at the ground. Frank chewed as he thought
about the painting.Then it hit him,
maybe there was something or someone watching him from the outdoors.After he was done eating he made his way to
the front window of his house.As he
passed by the painting in the hallway, the little boy seemed different.He looked more carefully.The cold blue eyes of the boy stared right at
Frank not at the ground like the night before.He knew now what was making him feel watched.He grabbed a sheet from the laundry basket
and put it over the painting and the feeling slowly faded away.What a crazy morning!Frank shivered as he put the painting in the
When Frank woke up the next morning, his eyes felt icy
cold.He went to the bathroom and looked
into the mirror.His eyes were blue
instead of their normal hazel colour.He
washed his eyes with warm water to see if he was seeing things.Then he noticed that his red pajamas were
turning into the striped pajamas of the boy in the painting.He felt like he was in a bad dream.He had a sudden urge to see the painting.
As he went down into the basement, the smell of mould
filled his nose.He slowly approached
the painting.He hesitated before he
took the sheet off.To his astonishment
there was no boy in the painting.Just a
fuzzy background.As he touched the
painting to get a better look, he got sucked into the painting.Now he was looking out at his basement from
Out of the dark corner, a boy that looked just like his
true self stepped out and smirked at him before heading upstairs.
Frank heard his mom say, “Good morning Frank, here is
Frank tried to scream out to his mom from the painting
but all he could do was move his icy blue eyes.
Matthew Hong aged 10
Martin I felt more at
ease in large crowds. The lure of being around other people. It was
soothing to know I was melding right in, just another brick in the wall that
kept us together. Another stone on the avenue below our feet. “Oh and you know it’s
a drag. You live your life for a heart attack,” Nate Ruess once said. That’s
why we must do for now. That’s why she must live now, for later, right. It must
be. Later when you are
staring down the barrel of a gun, a fully loaded gun called fate. A fate that’s
gonna get you. It’s gonna get you and when it does there’s no escaping . Sure,
maybe once or twice. But is it worth a few scrawny days, months, years? In the
end, in the end life will have been born, died. For what? Once you escape
it, it haunts you like an itch that just won’t go away, that shape that swoops
by the corner of your eye, that noise behind your back, but when you look, it
isn’t there. No, no. It hides, and watches you squirm under with your
worthlessness. No matter who you are; everything that makes you that person people
remember will be gone. No one will remember that Engineer from London. No, no
they won’t remember me. But is that reason to deprive her of breaking the
inevitable reality of oblivion? No she needs a chance. What kind of father
would I be if I didn’t save her? A chance like this? To save her, to end me. A
fair trade. Anything for my sweet little angel. As I walked
through this crowd, there couldn’t be another way. This is right, it has to be.
She needs the medicine. This was the only way I could get it. How she loved the
song the pianist plays in the lobby. I wonder what he’s
thinking. But like his thoughts, the song will end. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t
proceed? The piano got
louder, like the pounding in my head. This
has to be the right thing to do. But what, what if it isn’t? The pianist plays
so loud. I felt as though both I and the strings would break. A tear then fell
from my then aching eyes. This is wrong
but she must live. There must be a way, a different way. What am I doing?
Loss surged through me. A little girl ran
by me, hair flowing behind her. A man chased her and picked the girl up,
planting a soft kiss on his daughter’s velvety hair.
“I love you, my
child,” he said, and the world seemed to collide with itself. The piano reached
a musical climax, the notes cold and shallow, like the feeling running up your
spine as the ticking of a time bomb neared its end. The sound of the detonation
being replaced by the algid echoes of a child’s nearby scream.
Matthew Ledrew our Celebrity Judge is hard at work picking the 3 main prize winners from all our tremendous finalists. Who will it be? I don't know....it is a secret until tomorrow night when he announces it. I love surprises! Here is a list of our 18 Finalists... Congratulations One and all!
Hope to see you all at Irwin Court at the Arts and Culture Centre tomorrow night at 7pm. Feel free to bring friends and family and be ready for a spooky good time!
All eighteen finalists have been notified! I have either talked to your parents, teachers or left you a message.
To find out who wins the grand prize the finalists will meet at the Arts and Culture Centre (Irwin Court) on Friday November 1 at 7pm. Bring family and friends with you to meet our celebrity judge Matthew Ledrew. If you have any questions call me, Julia Mayo @ 737-2621.