Year 6 have produced some spine-tingling suspense stories during the Autumn term.

Please enjoy Shiven’s terrifying tale…if you dare! 

The Diary

The lure was too tempting. The crumpled, ink-stained open pages lay tantalizingly, waiting to be touched…

My fingers unconsciously stretched, attracted by its enticing aura. As my trembling hand made contact with the shabby, used diary; blood-red text appeared on one of the pages: ‘

It’s time to die’

Abruptly, a myriad of blazing, blinding colours soared across my burning, bloodshot eyes. The entirety of my body felt weightless as my blurred surroundings became gradually clearer. As my weary, scorching eyes inspected the seemingly silent compartment, my eyes fell upon dozens of pupils with their mouths gaping open. What an odd thing to do? My mind contemplated the bizarreness of the scene. A thought occurred to me: time had escaped from their conversations. My goosebumpclad spine contracted as I clambered up onto my feet. My ears received the sound of a thunderbolt crashing and a heavy corpse fell to the ground with a dull thud.

A flurry of movement. Deathly chills raced up my neck. I darted around. A pair of luminescent, scarlet eyes drilled menacingly into my pure, untarnished soul. A dark mass obscured the malevolent body in its icy clutches as a murderous smile which could only precede bloodshed curled up its face.

‘It’ let out a low, deep growl as it crawled towards me. Aching feet carried me away from the approaching hazard; horror in every step. Each movement was a cliff-hanger. My eyes glimpsed the diary lying innocently on the dust-layered floor. A gleaming rope, that consisted of a light-based substance, issued out of the diary into the creature. Waves of understanding flooded my previously bewildered brain; the diary was its power source! I now knew how to defeat it- destroy the power source and kill it. But how would I get to the tattered book? My thoughts had led my eyes astray…

Less than a second later, my insides lurched. There it stood; towering above me whilst an ominous shadow was cast over my entity.

It raised a blood-stained knife. I bolted towards the diary. My back immediately exuded hot blood as searing pain spread throughout my body like wildfire. But, in the chaos, I had managed to clutch hold of the diary. Without a second thought, I summoned all my strength and caused a rupture to appear in the diary. A piercing scream reverberated in my eardrums. The whispering echoes of uncountable children emitted from the dying creature as it burst into a flaming ring of light.

A comforting chorus of enthusiastic voices overruled the downcast silence. My instincts, which had suggested normality being restored, were wrong. My time here was infinite for the diary had lost its aura. It’s magic was obliterated along with the creature. It was my destiny to remain in the past…

By Shiven, 6LW