Read at your own risk
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Retelling and writing creepy stories READING listening
Do the reading and listening quest. a Read the first paragraph of the two scary stories below. b Choose one of the stories you would like to read or hear more of. c Your teacher will show you how to get to the next (listening) extract.
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d You will get a handout with questions about the story you have chosen. Answer the questions while listening or reading. Each correct answer will lead you to the next part.
Coraline NEIL GAIMAN 1
Front cover by Dave McKean
e Check the strategy on how to listen/watch more effectively in the Summary on p. 97 before getting started.
Coraline discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house. It was a very old house – it had an attic under the roof and a cellar under the ground and an overgrown garden with huge old trees in it. Coraline’s family didn’t own all of the house – it was too big for that. Instead they owned part of it. There were other people who lived in the old house.
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If you want to find out what happens next in Coraline, ask your teacher for further instructions.
MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN RANSOM RIGGS 1
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I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. The first of these came as a terrible shock and, like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After. Like many of the extraordinary things to come, it involved my grandfather, Abraham Portman.
If you want to find out what happens next in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, ask your teacher for further instructions.
UNIT 2
SPOOKTACULAR
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Growing up, Grandpa Portman was the most fascinating person I knew. He had lived in an orphanage, fought in wars, crossed oceans by 10 steamship and deserts on horseback, performed in circuses, knew everything about guns and self-defence and surviving in the wilderness, and spoke at least three languages that weren’t English. It all seemed unbelievably exotic to a kid who’d never left Florida, and I begged him to entertain me with stories whenever I saw him. He always obliged, telling them like secrets that could be entrusted only to me.
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