Your YEP Spooky Stories revealed

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READ on if you dare - for here is a selection of the spine-chilling entries for the Yorkshire Evening Post’s spooky story competition.

On Halloween we will announce the winner whose terrific tale was so emotive it reduced us to tears.

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But as the standard was so high we decided to share some of the other entries with you too.

Here are some of your stories:

Never to Return

Niamh Walsh, 9.

It was already dark when Joanne headed home.

For some reason all the street lights had suddenly gone off and all around her was pitch black.

Oh why did I leave it so late she thought with a shiver especially as it was Halloween.

Joanne’s mum had asked her to go get some milk for the next day but she’d forgotten so she had to go out late.

Joanne walked silently along the street, she was just about to turn the corner when something stopped her, something strange.

She stumbled in front of it and in a blink of an eye it disappeared.

What was that Joanne thought, she was curious to find out what it was?

She crept along the unlit road wondering where ’it’ had vanished to, suddenly she caught sight of it.

“Wait, stop” she shouted, but it was to far in front to hear her.

Maybe I can catch it up if I run my fastest she thought.

Joanne came to a dark and mysterious looking wood. Joanne whispered “if I go in what will happen? Mum says I shouldn’t to go in places I have never been in before but maybe, maybe only this once I have to go in?”

Joanne stepped into the wood shaking all over; she had never entered the wood before she was terrified and very nervous. “Ow ow help me help,” she cried

She had tripped over tree root and couldn’t get up.

Suddenly her legs started to lift up and soon it was her whole body until she was stood on the ground perfectly.

Joanne saw the thing and she ran after it, tapped it on the shoulder it turned grabbed her pulled her down and Joanne never headed home again.

The Dark Shadow

Adam Leuty, 13,

It was already dark when Joanne headed home.

For some reason all the street lights had suddenly gone off and all around her was pitch black.

Oh why did I leave it so late, she thought with a shiver, especially as it was Halloween.

She continued down the street, and though Joanne did find it strange that the street lights had gone out, she could still see by the light of moon, a dull orb in the velvet black sky.

Turning into her street, Joanne fumbled around in the dark for her keys; as she was looking down, she didn’t see, the fleeting shadow that passed less than a metre in front of her.

As quietly as she could, Joanne tiptoed to her gate, which made a horrific screeching sound as she opened it.

Before Joanne could stroll through it, however, a cold hand rested on her shoulder, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end, and her blood ran cold through her veins like an icy river.

Quickly whirling around to face whatever it was, Joanne was shocked to find that all that was there was the curling mist in front of her face caused by her ragged breaths.

Shaking herself that her mind was playing tricks on her, she turned back around to continue to her front door.

“Do not turn around” an old croaky voice said behind her, “or bad things will happen”.

By instinct, Joanne whirled around again, to be met, yet again, with nothing.

Running to her front door whilst still looking behind her, Joanne stumbled into the dark hooded figure in front of her door.

The figure whispered, in the same croaky voice, “I said not to turn around. But you still did.”

Kacey Jubb, 12, Rothwell

It was already dark when Joanne headed home.

For some reason all the street lights had suddenly gone off and all around her was pitch black.

Oh why did I have to leave so late, she thought with a shiver, especially as it was Halloween.

An eerie silence filled the air as she creeped back towards her friends house.

Stumbling for the door handle, her hand slipped and she thumped down onto the ground beneath her.

Then out of nowhere a voice whispered “Are you ok?” Joanne didn’t know what was going on but she knew she didn’t like it......

After a few moments of silence, she had finally picked up the confidence to ask ‘Who....... who are you?’

There was a deathly silence.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters is what you are doing out so late. Tonight...”

With a confused tone in her voice Joanne asked: “Why does it matter? It’s only Halloween.”

“Well this year it’s the 666th Halloween and something terrible is about to happen. You must get inside before it’s too late!” exclaimed the voice.

Suddenly everything fell cold.

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that made her feel really uncomfortable, almost as if someone was watching her.

She pulled herself up from the floor and ran; what she encountered next was truly unspeakable. Lets just say no one was ever to see Joanne again…...

Ella Stokes, 9, Yeadon

It was already dark when Joanne headed home.

For some reason all the street lights had suddenly gone off and all around her was pitch black oh why did I have to leave so late, she thought with a shiver, especially as it was Halloween.

Joanne ran back home, yet as fast as she tried to run something or someone was pulling her back.

Joanne turned, she saw nothing, so what was pulling her back then?

Joanne finally got home, Scratch, scratch, scratch. “What was that?” she whispered.

Joanne tiptoed up the stairs and walked into her mum and dads’ bedroom.

The room was empty, Joanne then noticed that the whole house turned eerie.

The cream walls had turned grey, cobwebs covered the furniture.

Joanne fell asleep on her dads’ dusty computer chair.

‘What happened?’ Said Joanne as she yawned.

Then Ella (Joanne’s BFF) knocked on the door, but she must have realised the door was unlocked because she just walked in.

Joanne thought it was a burglar but burglars don’t knock on doors.

Ella told Joanne about how her parents went missing. They both ran to Ella’s house.

“What has happened here?” Ella shouted.

They both walked inside, there was a vampire statue which seemed to be getting closer and closer, until, Ella turned around and the statue said “give it back!”

“Come here” said a spooky voice.

The statue was using magic to get Ella’s ring.

“Give my ring back!” Ella screamed.

Joanne and Ella went to their den which was in the darkest cave you have ever seen.

Ella’s parents were there with their dog Muffin but they were ghosts.

Ella woke with a jump and realised it was all a bad dream.

Thank goodness!

Alex Newman, partner at Irwin Mitchell in Leeds

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