Bloomfield Collegiate School, Y.8/9
16th June 2022
“This is so stupid. Why would they run into a haunted house?,” said Kris, stuffing a handful of sweet and salty popcorn into her mouth and staring avidly at the screen.
“This is garbage,” agreed John. “When did it come out?”
“1978,” said Kris. “Three years ago. Why would they follow a scream in the house?”
“Classic horror movie st-”
BANG!
The TV stopped. Kris jumped, and popcorn went everywhere.
“You’ve ruined my apartment!” said John. “You’ve got to help me clean it up.”
“You’re the garbage man,” she laughed. “That’s your job.” Kris didn’t want to scare him. “I’m just going to the bathroom.” Curious, she went to check what the noise was. As she opened the door to the corridor, there was nothing there.
BANG!
Kris decided to go back and tell John about the noise. She could hear him giving off. “You do this every time,” he muttered. He turned around and saw her pale, frightened face.
“Are you okay?” asked John, in a worried voice. “What happened?”
Kris didn’t seem to hear him. She turned around and walked out into the hall and up the stairs. She seemed to be in a trance. John called after her but she didn’t turn around. She tripped and fell, cutting her knee. She didn’t stop and completely ignored it.
BANG!
John heard it this time. Is that what she’s looking for? He was worried and decided to follow her.
BANG!
John opened the door and saw Kris lying on the floor. He stared in shock and then ran towards her. She levitated three feet off the ground as the radio came on. Crackle… crackle… “Hi John…”...crackle… “Did you miss me?” whispered a familiar voice…
