Category: Children’s Writing

Here is our ‘Friday 13th Scary Story’ from Sinister Storm!!

Last year a news article caught the eye of many people around the world. A family of five moved into a new house in California! One week before Christmas. The parents started to unpack their belongings.While the children went upstairs to see their new rooms, one of the children could hear scratching she tiptoed back down the stairs. She could still hear scratching but then she slowly grabbed onto the door knob she turned it …

The noise had stopped! She took one step into the room which she thought was a cupboard but then…

She fell! She fell down some stairs which leaded to the basement. As she got up she looked all around her but she couldn’t see anything. She started to cry because she was hurt she bellowed out “Daddy,Daddy help.” But there was no answer. Then she saw something out of the corner of her eye…

She had a feeling all along that something strange was watching her. She stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. She found an old rug, she lifted it up carefully and moved it to one side.What she found was very strange. It was a door in the floor.She opened up the door and then she was looking into oblivion.She slowly turned and then…BANG! The door had closed all on its own, if she didn’t do it, who did?

While this was happening the parents were getting the boxes ready to take down to the basement .They picked up the boxes and walked to the door under the stairs they put down the boxes and opened the door…

BLOOD! There was words written in blood saying `look behind you!` so they looked behind.There was nothing there.They turned on the light but it started to flicker.As they stepped onto each step they found a tiny drop of blood, but as they got further down the drops got bigger and bigger.When they had reached the bottom of the stair they found out that their daughter was…DEAD! But what they didn’t know was that the hole in the floor had killed her.So the parents decided to put cameras in the basement to see what had killed their daughter.That night they sat and watched what was going on in the basement…

Then a strange looking thing swept across the camera and they didn’t know what it was so they re-winded what they had just watched, and they found out it was a…GHOST! But they saw something strange about it. It was wearing the same clothes as there little girl.

It was now one day before Christmas when the ghost came back, to the house.The other two children went down to the basement and they found the same hatch that the little girl did.When they looked down into the door in the ground  they were thinking about what they would have for Christmas and then …

A dead clown came out of the whole in the floor.It started following the children around the basement and then it MURDERED them …

I am scared of  crickets and locust,

Like a portly cat is horror struck by the smelly impatient dog,

Like gorgeous pure petals terrified of children’s murderous hands,

Like a crisp piece of paper alarmed by the destructive pot of pitch black ink,

Like a miniature spider is apprehensive about crystal clear water,

Like glimmering ice is afraid of the mocking sun,

I am scared of crickets and locust.

There is no word for fear of corridors!

I am afraid of long corridors’

Like a woolly sheep is afraid of  sharp shears,

Like a hairy fly is terrified of  a vicious  fly-swatter,

Like a juicy apple is startled by a pointy knife,

Like an old house is petrified by a enormous wrecking ball,

Like a delicious grape is panic-stricken by glistening razor sharp teeth.

I am afraid of long corridors.


I am scared of rabbits

Like flammable fuel is suspicous of large sparks,

Like minute bees are afraid of gigantic rain drops,

Like corpulant juicy seals are anxious of great white sharks,

Like slender paper is terrified of keen-edged scissors,

Like bulbous ants are panic-stricken by enormous stomping feet,

Like tall trees are fear-ful of forceful chainsaws,

Like reckless golf balls are apprehensive of remorsless golf clubs,

I am scared of rabbits.

Here is the first (hopefully of many) year 6 poems about fear.


I am scared of the sea!!!

Like bacon is scared of a sizzling frying pan,

Like flies are horrified of a deadly spider,

Like giant trees are frightened of a rusty chainsaw,

Like old houses are anxious of a wrecking-ball,

Like noisy doors are troubled by black sticky oil,

Like freezing snow is terrified of the blazing sun,

I am scared of the sea!!!

Breeze whistles mightily across the soaring senile trees as,

Snow tumbles leisurely covering the verdant reeds.

Sun displaces lightning for fun as,

Rain pours down angrily on the Ice , who almost weighs a tonne,.

Mist obscures the beaming sun irritatingly as,

Rain encloses on the soft white snow antagonistically.

Hail issues ultimatums to the immense and intimidating sea as,

Lightning obliterates the city making sure everyone flee.

Wind weaves through the tall trees in the forest,

As Hurricane flips the car over like a gymnast.

Blizzard acrobatically slithered around the hiking man,

As Frost on the cars crawls slowly down the window.

Thunder frantically shouts through the airs atmosphere,

As Lightning dramatically crashes, down on land.

Gale fiercly kicks the small child hurtfully,

As Breeze gently dances across the wheat farm.

Fog menaces the grass in amusement,

As Mist irritates the exasperated drivers, in a cruel mocking way.

Drizzle cries in a unfortunate way,

As Sun smiles in delighfulness.

Cyclone smashes through the dark alley,

As Dust devil crashes through the winters night.

Frost freezes car windows silently ,

As Snow falls on houses circumspectley.

Deluge rushes despondently down the hill,

As Rain drizzles on the houses meticulously.

Ice slithers snake-like across the hill negligently,

As Lightning rides across the enigmatic sky.

Rain dances on gusts of frosty air,

As Cloud bathes in light elegantly.

Cumulus rests on snow capped summits,

As Sun rises upon hunched shoulders of the craggy mountains.

Snow lands on rocky mountains extravagently,

As Frost sweeps through the blue yonder.

Gale drives through the winters night,

As Morning dew streaks along the envious grass.

Sun dances happily through the sky,

As the breeze floats over the land.

Hurricane hastens through the creaking trees,

As the sun’s smile beams down at the soft trees.

Snow silently travels to the stoney floor,

As the elegant breeze softly whispers into the gentleman’s face.

Hail crashes angrily down onto the wet parquet,

As the sun glances through the window.

By Teigan