Your YEP has received a fangtastic response to our scary stories competition from our young readers.
Earlier this month we challenged pupils in Leeds, aged 12 and under, to write a short story of no more than 150 words around the Halloween theme with the intro ‘A shiver ran down my spine as..”
Our winners - Charles Gregory, aged nine, Roman Anthony Brierley, aged five and Gabrielle Coates, aged 10 - can now look forward to a day out with their families at Alton Towers Scare-Fest, an attraction which runs until November 3.
Charles, a pupil at Wigton Moor Primary in Leeds, took the overall prize which included a fast-track pass for the resort’s attractions.
Andrew Hutchinson, YEP digital editor said the judging panel was impressed by the standard of entries.
“A lot of time, thought, and effort has gone into each entry which we received. We have been really impressed by the creativity and imagination showcased in the stories. It was a really difficult process choosing the winners. We really hope they enjoy their prize - it is well deserved. We hope to run a similar competition around a Christmas theme.”
NIGHT OF THE HEADEATERS
By Charles Gregory, nine
“A shiver ran down my spine as the ghoul crept into my room,my heart was pounding,my stomach was churning,I could hear every last movement of it.Then it stoppped,it had heard something,another monster perhaps.I didn’t know and I had no idea this would be the last night of my life before I turned undead.
“A few minutes later I heard it coming back up the stairs. I wriggled under the covers and allowed myself to envy my brothers skill of swordfighting in the dark it would really come in handy right now but sadly he was fast asleep. I fixed my the mind back on the ghoul I could hear it groaning, probably because of it’s hunger. My head peek’d out from the covers to see a black gaping hole above me coming closer,closer,closer CRUNCH!.”
By Roman Anthony Brierley, five
“A shiver ran down my spine as my mummy said sprouts for tea! I quickly put my baby sister into her pram an we ran out of the door. My poor sister didn’t deserve sprouts! Our dog Napoleon came along too he doesn’t like sprouts either. We walked to the bottom of our street passed the spooky house passed the creepy crawly tree passed the scary witch house and to the park.”
“Trouble is it was getting dark im not scared of the dark my sister is not scared of the dark but my dog is a wuss dog! Off and he’s fast! It was getting darker and darker and we could hear a rumbling noice we desided to head home but with every step the rumbling got louder an louder an louder into our house we ran an mummy said your tummys are rumbling. Silly us.”
By Gabrielle Coates, 10
“A shiver ran down my spine as lightning struck the wooden shack. I heard a sound. “It’s only the wind!” I whimpered repeatedly. I’d already lost my friend and it was getting darker. As I walked along the street, checking every door; the one house I was regretting seeing was number 13. I eventually arrived; standing face to face with the most deadly house. Suddenly, something appeared at the window, it was hard to see but it was floating; it disappeared and reappeared. “Aargh!” I screamed, as the door slammed shut. Whilst dreading stepping anywhere, I decided to go inside. Approaching, I heard a lock. “Go away! NOW!” a voice shrieked. Reluctantly, I glared through the blood splattered window. “BOO!” shouted a ‘one eyed’ carved pumpkin with a knife in him. Screaming as I sprinted down the street; I was being chased by two zombies, a ‘one armed’ ghost and a giant Frankenstein with an axe.”