Write Your Own Scream Street Story!
Have you ever wanted to try your hand at writing a tale of terror? All it takes is a pen, a piece of paper and a big chunk of imagination!
Scream Street author, Tommy Donbavand, has written the first few paragraphs of a spooky story – and he wants you to finish it for him! All you have to do is copy out the introduction, then carry on where he left off. Make your tale as terrifying as possible, with plenty of twists and turns so your readers will never guess what’s going to happen next.
Don’t forget to draw some creepy pictures to accompany your story and, when you’re happy with it, why not make copies to give to your friends? You might just scare them silly…
The ‘orrible opening is below…
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Box Of Bones
by Tommy Donbavand and YOU!
Polly licked the tips of her fangs nervously. Where had Splott got to? He should have been here by now. Zombies were always late.
The clock outside Everwell’s Emporium chimed quarter to midnight. With a sigh, Polly gave up waiting for her friend and slowly pushed open the door to number 27 Scream Street. It creaked on rusty hinges and the young vampire stepped inside.
Suddenly, a scream rang out… (you carry on from here!)
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Here’s how the terrifying tale continues, according to Najwa at Kingsley Primary School…
Polly licked the tips of her fangs nervously. Where had Splott got to? He should have been here by now. Zombies were always late.
The clock outside Everwell’s Emporium chimed quarter to midnight. With a sigh, Polly gave up waiting for her friend and slowly pushed open the door to number 27 Scream Street. It creaked on rusty hinges and the young vampire stepped inside.
Suddenly, a scream rang out, and it came from the left. Polly ran as quick as she could, avoiding the moving furniture. She was going to tell someone. Suddenly, scarlet blood squirted everywhere, and as vampires drink blood, Polly held her tongue out to catch some drops of blood.
Her heart beated as loud as her steps echoed. She couldn’t see, or hear anyone. Her mind was raining with thoughts: What happened? Where did the blood come from? Suddenly a light struck her head. Splott was always stealing food from the kitchen, and Polly noticed that the cook had been acting unusually recently.
A bang, a thump, and Polly was hung by her foot.
“So, you fell for it, eh?” hissed a cold voice.
“Who are you, and what did you do with Splott?!” screamed Polly.
“You don’t have to scream, I’m not deaf, you know.”
The stranger showed himself, and what Polly saw was the pale-skinned, black-haired and narrow-eyed cook.
“Ned?” she asked, a stricken statue of terror.
“Oh, I’m not your oh-so-beloved cook Ned, this is just a transformation. Like it?”
He transformed, and what she saw now made her wide eyed. She was staring at a man with long blond hair, a red knee-length dress and high heels. The stranger blushed redder than the blood. Polly giggled.
“Oops, wrong one,” he said, with a bored voice
The stranger spun around and transformed now, into a sinister looking, red-eyed, pale and tall man.
“Listen transforming guy, WHAT are you going to do with me?!”
“Good question. I don’t know, ask my boss that question.”
Another creature came in. She creeped like a shadow, making no noise as she moved.
“Good work, Afiff. Here is your prize.”
She held a bowl filled with blood, and Afiff took it with a hungry face. Polly was desperate to get out, and all the while when she was talking to Afiff, Polly had a plan carefully thought out. The only thing is, there was a flaw in the plan.
She screamed excitedly: “Splott?!”
“Splott?” asked the Master.
“The zombie!” gasped Afiff.
The two villains sprinted to the door, and as quickly as she could, Polly bit the rope and escaped from Everwell’s Emporium. All she had left for Splott and Ned was hope, and wish that they would escape from the villains…
The next day when Polly woke up, she found her whole family dressed in black.
“What happened?” the vampire asked, with a nervous voice.
“Y-yo-your f-friend Splott d-d-d-died!” her mother Nina replied. Polly’s baby Sarah didn’t know what was going on, but she put on a worried face. Polly felt like killing herself, but as she unconsciously grabbed the knife, she fainted.
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Bethany from North Ormesby Primary School wrote this scary story:
He was faced with a haunted ghost the grey lady she shouted owoooh and cried I am the ghost to kill you so I ran and ran till then she went a light flashed in my eye it was another ghost she had came to kill my mum so I killed her again by hitting her with my sword she went away but they was more and more and more I would say 1000 of them and I was so scared I went to stand in middle because I had my holy water to throw on all of them and then that was the end of them.
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Here’s a terrific tale of terror from Jamie Gledhill
Screams of a Dream
On a night of shear terror, owls tooting, wolves’ howling to the full moon, a young collage girl was driving down a long steep road that seemed to never end. She had taken a shortcut to get home because the road had been blocked by a tree. The rain was pounding down on the bonnet of her car. Lightening was hitting the ground in front of her car. She couldn’t steer. Lightening hit the ground. She curled up to protect herself. Her shiny red car rolled down a hill and crashed into a tall oak tree. She couldn’t believe it. Her phone was on the ground. She called for a tow truck but it would be at leased several hours before it got to her.
She walked onto the road above. It was pitch black. At the corner of her eye she saw something move, but when she turned to see what it was, nothing but the black winding road. She saw a light come from the forest. She had no choice but to follow the light. She walked through the forest of oak trees and thorn bushes, dodging the mud puddles. Finally she broke free of the forest.
A large green mansion stood before her. The slimy moss covered the windows. They were wide open and the door was hanging from its hinges. Wood lice were crawling from the wood of the mansion and were slowly demolishing it. Rotten wood was falling off the wall. She herd a crack above her. She looked up to see a rotten green board of wood coming towards her. She jumped out of the way in to a mud puddle. The wood hit the ground with a mighty blow and split into long, sharp pieces. A chunk of wood flew towards her. It hit her leg and went right through. Muddy, cold and bleeding. She could take no more. Dragging her legs behind her she slowly headed towards the door.
She entered the mansion. It was warm and cosy, the fire was burning bright and a patched chair stood beside it. She crawled to the chair and sat down. Her leg was still bleeding. She pulled a piece of cloth off the chair. With a mighty pull she pulled the giant splinter out of her leg and wrapped the cloth around the hole to stop the bleeding. The pain was excruciating. It was so unbearable she was knocked out after 5 seconds of wrapping the bandage around her leg.
She awoke with a fright to find the fire was out. She rushed towards the door but it was locked. She span around, someone was there, watching her. There was no were to run. Scampering forwards she found a door hidden behind a cloth on the wall. It was pitch black, she couldn’t find the handle then suddenly she fell forwards down a flight of stairs. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw something, it was awful. Green, big, ugly and blood thirsty are just some of the ways to describe it without giving you a heart attack. It saw her with its black yet bloodshot eyes that seem to look into her very soul. She wanted to run but she was paralyzed with fear. It had claws as sharp as diamonds. It was about to swing when…
She awoke screaming. Her heart was pumping and she was sweating. She was breathing heavily. Dragging her self she went towards the door to see man walking up the path. It was the tow truck driver. He took her to the next town. Thanking him kindly she went into a hotel. The following day her boyfriend came. She told him what had happened but all he did was laugh.
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This dramatic story opening is from pupils at Parklands High School:
In mad anger she roared at her boyfriend.
“BELIEVE ME!”
Her boyfriend grabbed her in utter disperse urging her to calm down.
That night Gemma woke up screaming in terror, sweat rushing down her face, lashing out at her boyfriend Paul. Panic stricken she searched her room. Satisfied nothing was the she collapsed onto the couch with relief. Full of anger Paul marches over to Gemma…
Two days later Gemma wakes up in hospital; regaining conscious she gazers to her right. Her lifeless arm reaches for the cord in her hand she yanks it out in sheer shock. Bleep, bleep, bleep. Doctors charge into the empty room dragging equipment with them. Gemma looks dazed as Gemma flicks her hair she stumbles upon two deep puncture marks in her neck. Realising immediately what these marks meant she burst in to tears.
What did Paul do to me?
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