Things That Go Bump In The Night was our popular ghost story competition run in October 2014. Thank you to everyone who sent in a story, we had a hair-raising time reading them all. Congratulations to our winners, Aarifah Khanom (11+ Winner) and Jayden Chapanery (Under 11 Winner). Aarifah has won the Grim Tales trilogy and The Red Eye series and Jayden has won the complete series of The Undead Pets. Both winners also receive a copy of the book their work features in. Read their fantastic winning words below!
I heard a knocking on the glass, but it was only when I looked to the window that I realised that it was coming from the mirror.
I sat up immediately from my quilted, patchwork bed, my hair a wild tangle, my eyes looking feral and wide in the reflection in the ornate oval mirror. But I wasn't looking at my reflection, I was looking at something - no, someone - staring at me. Well, I assumed she was, from the shiny ebony button eyes sewn into the skin around the sockets. She was grinning, this awful grin full of teeth and blood, slowly dripping onto a perfectly clean nightgown of ivory silk.
She raised her hand, as if to reach out for me, no longer grinning but whispering. Whispering words that enveloped me in fear and confusion, wrapping around my senses until it felt like I couldn't breathe and snap!
My music box flipped open from the desk, clattering to the floor - knocking over the pink metallic 'S' on my desk - as it played a simple tune. However, this tune was not my familiar lullaby, it was muffled and slower, each note dragging out the seconds. Pulling me closer to the mirror as my silent sock feet graced the floor and brought me closer within arms' reach of the girl standing in the mirror. Her head lolled to the side, as she started to smirk, still whispering. Still whispering...
Her eyes had a tell-tale glint of a mischievous mind, and her whispering, her whispering was like a unspoken promise - no, not promise...
'I have a secret, can you keep it?'
The word 'secret' rolled off her scarlet tongue, as if it was the most classified, delicious story of the century. I leaned in, the mood in the room as tight as a live wire.
'I have a secret... Can you keep it? Well, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead...'
I didn't have time to react as she thrust her hand through the mirror, her yellow nails tugging me through the mirror, into her world of suffocating darkness with the smell of decay and seemingly endless.
The scream started in my lower spine, shocking its way through my body before stopping dead in my mouth as I realised I was in the mirror, but she wasn't...
And then she came tantalisingly close towards the mirror, her hazel eyes - my hazel eyes glinting in the way only she could, and I thought to reach out, to pull her back through the mirror, but my fist connected with the glass and I knew it was futile. However, the way her - what used to be my - lips were forming words, I really thought she was going to tell me her secret. Her wonderfully hidden secret.
'Sera? Dinner's ready!'
And suddenly, she cocked her head to the side, pouting and frowning, as if to say 'what a shame' before thrusting her hands once more through the mirror, her hands locking around my throat before I could scream.
© Aarifah Khanom, Oswestry School, Shropshire
As I strolled through the woods... the trees swayed in the breeze and the wolves howled in the wide distance. The shattered glass that was dispersed reflected the moon's light which shone in all its neon glory. Majestic creatures chirped loud noises through their beating wings. The fiery, scarlet autumn leaves clung desperately upon the trees as the clusters of purple, brown and gold formed a dense carpet on the ground. Meanwhile, a minuscule, stealthy shadow appeared ascending, beckoning a spirit to be released out of their doom.
My heart thumped and fear was bitter bile at the back of my throat. My heart abandoned my chest to pound in my throat as cold shivers tore down my spine causing my body to tremble and shake. Cautiously, the spirit transformed into a treacherous ghost and screamed frantically as if in agony.
The gruesome ghost charged towards me as I stood frozen and the world grew still. Focusing, I noticed numerous eyes watching me and even a creepy raven was paralysed with anxiety.
Panic bubbled in my mind as I squeezed my frozen arm, frightened to death. Instantaneously, I woke up, terrified to discover myself lying in bed with soaking wet pyjamas and an absurd and frivolous dream thought in my overwhelmed brain. I leapt out of bed and dashed toward the window where I glanced out as there appeared to be a ghost. He waved to me, but instead of running away like a coward, I calmly waved back...
© Jayden Chapanery, Mount Stewart Junior School, Middlesex