COLLABORATIVE WRITING
Y8 CLASS F
A long time ago, a little boy had lost his parents in a car crash when he was 4 ye-
ars old. After that, an old woman found and left him in an orphanage, where he is in until today. The boy's life was and has still been horrible, because no one had ever wanted to adopt him. He has always been very naughty and nasty. Now he is 16 years old and a family has decided to adopt him. This family is made up of a mom, a dad and a girl who is 11 years old. They live in a big and old house close to the orphanage. This family was always very strange. They didn't give love to the boy. He couldn't understand what was wrong with the family. The girl at 11 years old was bad and her parents were just the same. Cameron, the boy, started being suspicious of a strange story behind the family that had adopted him. Once, the boy stayed alone in the house and started searching for some old photos. The first one he saw was a picture of the family and there was an extra boy. After this, he saw another picture where he could see the boy again. So Cameron started thinking over the facts. When the family came back to the house, the boy asked them who the extra boy in those pictures was, but the girl started being angry and gave him a slap on the ace. After that happened, he couldn't stop thinking about it and started having assumptions
of what could have happened to the boy in the photo. One day, after asking the girl, he asked his new dad and the reaction was the same, and he answered: "Mind your own business!" The boy started getting really suspicious, so he waited for a day that the family wasn't home to explore. He went down to the basement and found a strange door that he had never seen before. When he opened it, his heart started beating really fast. It was a torture room. Soon he realized what his family deal was all about. They adopted children in order to kill them and torture them. Suddenly, the boy felt someone behind him. He turned and the family was there. The girl pushed him inside the room and the
family got in. The door closed in a bang and you could hear his screams. After that, the orphanage lady went to the house to see if the boy was okay. She went to his room and found his diary. There, she could find all his clues which were written. She went to see if what he fought was right. Then she found the same door. The family tried everything to keep her away but she opened the same door and saw the bloody boy dead. After six months, the family was declared guilty for the murder of all the kids.
Once upon a time, a little beautiful girl was in her grandmother`s house watching tv, because her parents had left for dinner. She didn't like going there. She always thought her grandma was weird and scary. And then suddenly, a storm came up and the lights went off. The girl got scared and started crying. So her grandma, feeling sorry for her, said: "if I tell you a story, will you stop crying?" and the girl said: "Yes!". After that, the grandma started telling her granddaughter the story. "When I was 10 years old, I stayed many times alone at home, because my parents worked in an industry and they used to come home very late. I was already sleeping all the time they came back home. But one day, it was different, I was having dinner, when the light went off, just like now. I just listened to someone knocking on the door, I thought it was my parents and obviously I went as fast as I could to open it, imagining that they were going to make a surprise to me. But, when I opened the door, I didn't see anyone, just a message stuck on the ceiling. The message was: "Be careful!". So I started crying. I was just a kid and I didn't have any idea of
what to do at that moment. After crying for about 30 minutes, I decided to go to my room and be quiet and wait for my parents. After two hours waiting, I heard the sound of a door opening, so I started crying: "Dad... "Mom...", but no one answered. So I decided to go downstairs and see what was going on.There was no one there, but the
door was open and the house was super dark. Then I saw a shadow on the corner of the room. It looked like a silhouette, but it didn't look like any human figure. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn't stop shaking so I decided to calm down and go out of the house and screamed for my neighbors to help me. I was in the door way when it closed immediately. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran to my room. A few moments later, my door started opening slowly by itself. My heart was beating very hard. It looked like it would jump out of my chest. The door had opened completely and there the silhouette was again. It was weird, kind of human or animal or something. But as I said I only could see the silhouette because it was really dark. Suddenly, he pushed me out of my bed to the floor, but I still couldn't see him. Why no one came to help me? I started crying and shouting to him to let me go. He pushed me to the stairs. I cant't remember what happended next, because I had hit
my head on one of the steps and I passed out. When I woke up, my mom said that I was in the middle of the street sleeping. I've never discovered what happended at that night. What if I was sleep walking? Or it really was a demon or spirit? I don't know. — Did you like the story, honey? — Yes, very much Then the bell rang and my grandma went downstairs so that she could open the door. There was a new message there, but no one by the door. The message was: "I will come back! Be ready! I thought you had forgot me, honey..."
FRIDAY 13th, 2014. You really don't know what happened to me last week. It was really bad luck. I was alone, walking on the 24th street, when suddenly I saw a black cat on the other side of the road. Actually, I don't believe that much in superstitions but now, I think I should start believing it, because after that, everything started going through a wrong and strange way. And it is getting worse and worse every day. At first, I didn't find anything. My keys, my shoes, my bag, everything was fading away. But that was so strange, because no one had come to my house, but me! Then, at a certain night I was sleeping, when I heard a strange scream coming from my kitchen. So I got up and went to see what happened, but nobody was there. I freaked out. I Immediately called the police. They were the only ones who could help me. So I went there and complained about the issue. They said I was crazy and probably had lost my things. So I went to a fortune teller to see if she knew what was going on. She said that I had been cursed, but it had nothing to do with that cat. There was something in my house and it was dangerous I should really be
careful. I wasn't sure if I believed her, but it definitely got me scared. One day I was running on the street and I saw the same black cat again. I felt a bad feeling coming inside me. It was like someone had just come inside me. Then I went to the doctor to see if I were well. When I entered the hospital, a nurse came to talk to me. I don't know what happened to me, but I hit her on the face and she started bleeding.There was someone inside me making me do things that I didn't want to do. The same thing happened the next day when my friend said that I was getting insane. I wasn't! Someone was driving me insane. I decided to go to a spiritist and she told me that an evil spirit was inside me and she needed
to exorcise me. She tied me up into a chair and started throwing holy water on my face and saying weird things. I didn't know what she was saying but it made me angry. With a sobrenatural force I could be able to get out of the chair and jump on her. But when I jumped on her, I panicked and I don't remember anything after. I woke up having a strong headache and the spirit wasn't on me anymore. I didn't feel anything.
A year ago, at a cold and rainy night, I was in my house with my two sisters and my parents. It was at about eleven o'clock, when we felt a strange smell. In the beginning, we didn't think that the smell could be something dangerous. So we continue watching the movie. It was exciting, because the characters were on a fire. For a moment, that smell was gone and we forgot about it. But at about midnight, that smell came back again and it was stronger than before. A strange heat came. Then, my dad started being worried about that and he decided to go upstairs where the smell was coming from. My mom, my sisters and I stayed downstairs. We were so very scared. Then we heard a big scream. It was my dad. So I decided to go upstairs too to see what was going on. Then I saw my dad and behind him there was a big fire coming from my room. He was running fast, trying to run away of the fire, but he couldn't. The fire covered him fully. Soon he was dead. I had watched my dad die in front of my very eyes, I knew I had to run, but I couldn't move, I was in shock. My legs were paralyzed as well as my whole body. I could only focus on the dead and burned body of my loved father. I felt someone pulling me out of there moments later. It was my sister. I couldn't really remember anything after that. I woke up on a hospital bed. I probably passed out or something like that. Soon, I remembered everything and I started crying so much I couldn't breath. My mom showed up. She looked tired with huge red circles, most likely because she had been crying too much. She came in and hugged me. I didn't feel real. It was like a nightmare
which I couldn't wake up from. I don't remember much of it later. I probably fell asleep crying. Coming home was the hardest part. Not seeing him there, seeing his clothes, his things, his side of the bed, getting to know he would never, ever come back. How can you live like that? I wondered. My mom got home, got a pill and fell asleep. But I couldn't sleep, at all. I felt like I wouldn't stop crying and the image of him burning would not get out of my head. It has been two weeks since my father died. My mom hasn't left the bed yet. I'm worried, pretty sure she has been depressed. She's been living on pills and she has slept all day long. But I had a secret that would make me go insane. I can see and talk to my father. It is like a dream, but in real life. I hadn't talked to my mother about that. She would put me in a mad house. The week was ending and my mom finally got out of bed. After two months, I decided to talk about my secret with my mom. When I told her, she said that I wasn't well and that I needed help to face my father's death just like her. I refused taking pills like her. I didn't want to get insane like her. Then I ended up here in a mad house. Actually, t's not that bad. I have some friends here. They talk to their dead friends and family too. But there are some scary people here. Every day, at the lunch time, a girl whispers something bad in my ears. She says that when she's out she will kill my family and that I will never be happy. One day, at lunch, the same girl came at me and said the same things she always said. This time, I got angry and I said: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME GO MAD?" and she answered: "Yes, I am." Then, I jumped on her and we started a fight. I got a knife from my plate and stabbed
her. She started screaming really loudly and everyone got scared. She died, I killed her. As a "reward", I got a death penalty. The day I was going to die, my mom came at me, and said: "YES! I KILLED YOUR DAD AND YOUR SISTER. NOW YOU'RE GOING TO DIE IN THIS MAD HOUSE." And I can't remember anything else about the story.
MY CONFESSION The days kept getting weird. Yesterday when I was trying to go to sleep, I could swear I heard a whisper. I couldn't really identify what it was trying to say, but it was making me scared. It was just a dream, wasn´t it? When I think to myself, I can tell you I don't know! Maybe it's just something going on my mind. I have to go to school and I am going to get up. I think that something is wrong. I don't know what it is, but there is something in this house and it's not right. I knew we shouldn't have moved here, but my parents wouldn't listen to me. They said that I was crazy and this was just about things on my mind. But it isn't. While I was studying today, suddenly the door closed by itself and the only people in the house were me and my mom. I could see her from the window. She was in the garden. Someone else closed that door and I was so scared! And if it wasn't her, who was it? Now I am going to bed, to close my eyes and think that nothing happened. You don`t believe what just happened! That was the scariest day of my life. I was in the kitchen making myself a sandwich when something passed behind me. It was like a strange figure, so I ran to my room and waited. Then my door opened, but there was nothing there. I started screaming and my mom showed up very worried. I said to myself in desperation: "I have to get out of here, I have to, I can't take this anymore, there's something bad at this house, I can feel it, something bad will happen". I think I was really hallucinating or whatever was there stopped. That's what I hoped! If there was really something in the house, I would definitely find out. I thought I had heard something in my parents´ room and it made me scared. I had a bad feeling about that. That day in the afternoon, I was at my house alone. My mom was at work and my dad was at the gym. Then I heard someone talking with
a little boy in the kitchen. They were saying something about a murder that was going to happen on Friday, the day of the full moon to complete a cycle of deaths. I thought: "They will probably kill my mom, my father or even me!" My mom had been acting in a weird way those days as if she was saying words in Latin. Later she stopped doing anything. She didn't go to work and she was always cutting her body, especially her wrist. I thought about calling the
hospital. Actually, I didn`t know what I should do. The day before, I called the hospital. When the doctors were examing my mom, she grabbed a knife and tried to stab them. I couldn´t understand what was happening. I was really worried. What if she was possessed by a demon or someone was forcing her to do that or even a worse option: she had become a real psychopath. NO! It couldn't be that way! My mom was the sweetest person I knew. She would NEVER become a psychopath. I was wrong. I thought my mom couldn't become a psychopath, but that happened. She became one. At a night, I was in my room, surfing on the internet, when she opened the door while screaming in Latin. I was so scared! I started screaming: "MOM! STOP! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU?" I didn't know if was something that I had said, but she got REALLY mad at me. She grabbed my switchblade and threw at my face. It really hurt. My only option to escape was to jump out of my bedroom´s window. So I jumped and I ran out to the street. I ended up going to my grandmother's house . I didn't know where my mom was, but I needed to keep away from her. Someone was knocking on the door. I thought:
"Who may it be?" I heard a scream. I thought it was my grandmother! I ran to the door and I saw her dead on the floor. My mom had blood all around and so did her whole body. I didn't know what to do! I started running from her and she kept following me with a knife in her hands. I went to my grandmother's bedroom and found a gun in her closet. So when my mom found me, I shot at her. So that was my confession. I killed my mom. Now, I'm going to kill myself.
It was 1972 in London. As usual it was raining and dark. My name is Gustav and I'm a priest. I save people from demons. It was just like another ordinary day: the mass had just
ended and no case had been brought to me. At 5:00 AM, the doors opened. I could listen to sounds of a woman crying and a little girl screaming. It was killing me not getting to know where it was from. Then the sound suddenly stopped for a few moments. The church´s bell started ringing, but I was the only one there. So I ran to the bell of the tower and the little girl was there. Her face had a lot of scars and her wrist was cut. I took her hand and we went downstairs to look for her mother. Downstairs, the mother was screaming, telling me that the girl was a demon and that I must kill her. The woman told me that she was not insane and to believe in her, not in the girl.
The girl took my hand and hit on my back by holding my clothes and crying. She couldn't be a demon. I asked to the woman if she had any proof that the sweet girl was a demon. She answered to me: "Sweet girl?! Look at her! She is possessed by the devil! She has just killed my husband!" I couldn't believe, but I answered the woman: "Well, if what you are saying is true, I will do an exorcism." The girl walked away from me and with a rough and scary voice, she said: — "NOOO!"
I got scared and convinced that the little girl was really possessed by the devil. So I had to do the exorcism. I froze, but I faced my fears and fastened her hand with a rope. I took her upstairs and tied a knot on a column. The rope was very strong. I didn't think it would blast off. I left the little girl and came downstairs to talk with her mom. But when I got there, her mom wasn't there. I looked for her in the entire church, but I couldn't find her at any place. Then I went back upstairs to check on the little girl and started the exorcism. But just like her mother, she wasn't there either. So I went to my room, because I was really tired. When I woke up I went to the same place. It was the last night to check out if the girl was there. And guess what? She was. The little girl was on the chair. I did not understand why she had come back to the church. I started talking to her and she said: " You have to take out this this demon of me!" But after she had said that, another strange voice came and said: "If you do that, I will also kill you." I was very scared, but I thought that the girl was very young and I started exorcising her. That was so difficult, but I did that. When I did it, the room started getting red and the lights started blinking. Now I am so happy and the girl has been free. The demon existed and will not come back anymore.
In 2014, my friends and I traveled to Wyoming to camp in the Yellowstone forest. When we arrived in the forest, we made our camp near the river and we slept because it was getting dark. In the middle of the night, I woke up because I heard some screams coming from the woods and my friends were supposed to be there. So I caught my flashlight and I went searching for them. At first, I was feeling worried, because those screams could be from them. But after I was scared, because it was getting darker and darker. I kept walking until I got into some strange lagoon. It was red! I was thinking the worst. Maybe some kind of crocodile had killed my friends there. But I realized it wasn't. I could still hear the screams. After an hour and a half looking for them, the screams didn't stop. So I decided to come back to the camp and wait for them to come until the morning. If they didn't show up the next day, I would call the police. On my way back to the camp, I heard the same screams again. When I got to the camp, I saw all my friends dead. I was shocked. So I start crying as well as hugging their bodies. I decided to call the police, but my cellphone had no signal. So I went to the same lagoon I had been the day before by holding my friends´ bodies in a bag. When I got there, I threw them into the red lagoon and they started shaking. I couldn't understand anything and I felt one hand holding my shin. At that moment, I fell down. I was there on the floor and I started thinking what I had to do at that time. I saw a person coming to take me. I thought that he or she was going to kill me. But I got up very fast and I started running. I didn't look behind. I just continued running. Then I saw a big house. It was dark and old. I didn't even think,
I just entered in the house. It was so big and strange I started beeing scared. I saw someone very thin telling me to get away as fast as I could, because the house´s owner was actually a murderer. Normally, I would think about running immediately, but I remembered that outside was dark. I felt death coming towards me. The thin man told me to hide myself under a sofa. I slept there and got out the next day. I went to the city running and now I am telling you this story.
A long time ago, there was an old man, not a very good one. His name was Johansen. He had no family. I have a really strange and mysterious story about him that was told by my crazy uncle. The story begins with a man getting hit by a car. It was 2AM in Basketville when a drunk man was driving his car and suddenly ran over Johansen. Before he passed out, he said to the driver that he would feel the same kind of pain
that the old man was feeling. The next day, Johansen woke up in a hospital with a broken leg and some news. The doctors said that he was diagnosed with a rare disease in his head and needed to go to a Mad House. That was due to the fact that at any time he could lose it and it would be dangerous. So with his casted leg, two doctors took him to the most famous Mad House nearby which was called: The Basketville Asylum. At the first night, at 4:00 AM, the nurse found Johansen walking at the hall, so she went talk to him. "Good night, Johansem. What are you doing in the hall at 4 AM?"
Johansem didn't answer to her. "You should go to sleep.", she took his arm and put him on his bed. After a good night sleeping, Johansen got up and came to the hall again so that someone could help him. When he entered there, he saw many doctors who were dead. He did not understand and started running. At a certain moment, he stopped running and started thinking to himself: "I had a broken leg. How am I running now?". So he realized that he didn´t really have a broken leg. It had been an illusion. The doctors weren´t dead either. Everything was a
fantasy. But how did he get at the Mad House? So Johansen started thinking that he was crazy. He got depressed. For him he was dangerous for the world. So he started thinking that the best way not to hurt anyone was to kill himself. For more two months he got to be thinking about that and got more and more depressed. He started getting crazy as well. Then after more two months, he decided that he would finally kill himself and he did it. He finally jumped of the top of The Basketville Asylium.