Horror Story
She was late. A trait she was newly accustomed to. The babysitter at home certainly was. However, it was better to be late than to have dry cereal in the morning. The car obediently shuddered to a stop. She rummaged through her tips she had received that particular night and ran through the treacherous rain into an all-night grocery store. Once completing her transaction, she threw the milk on the passenger seat and jumped in after it. Her slender body shivered under her long damp trench coat. She sniffled, and drew the thick strands of dark hair away from her eyes and stared solemnly through the waterfalls streaming down the window. She pulled herself together and shoved the keys into the ignition. Patiently, she bit her lip, listening to her old car choke and splutter and rounding off with a deep sigh. Battery was dead again. She thrust her arms at the steering wheel and started kicking at the floor when a car pulled up directly in front, its headlights blinding her. She heard the door swing open.
Bryan Tormey (Terenure College)
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The driver got out and moved towards the car. His silhouette got closer. He was wearing beautiful black clothes and sunglasses. She was thinking, "I wonder if he is going to help me." She got out of her car and stared at him with a questioning look. The man placed one hand on the bonnet and bent his head. After a moment, the engine started with lots of noise, and the headlights began to shine brightly. She just stood there gaping. Amazed and frightened she looked at the man with her wide-open eyes. He took off his black sunglasses, and in the light from the car, she saw something that she was not going to forget very quickly. His eyes were like a cat's, dangerous as a serpent's, with a grey membrane covering elliptic pupils. She opened her mouth for a mute cry. He took her by the waist, holding her as if he was going to crush her bones, his eyes stared fixedly at her, burning her like a laser. She was unable to move her eyes. She just stayed there, letting herself be x-rayed by him.
The next morning when she opened her eyes, she found herself on the floor of her bathroom. She got up, confused... How had she got there? In the mirror, she recognised her black hair, but something was changed about her eyes, about her pupils, now narrow and oval. She began to smile slyly when she also saw that her teeth had become longer during the night. Then she broke out in laughter.
Julie Hugsted, Agnethe Nielsen, Julie Pedersen, Mads Teglskov et M. Ole Boennerup (Risskov Amtsgymnasium)
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She often laughed in bizarre situations, but suddenly she thought, What had happened the previous night?
She was sinister-looking, and in a way, she was afraid of her own face. After staring at her 'new' image for some moments, she realised that she was hungry. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, which was full of food she had bought two days before. Nothing tempted her, but she ate something all the same.
Later, she had a headache, a belly-ache, and she was starving. She had never before felt what she was feeling at that moment. What was she going to do? "Mum," Marie shouted. "Come and play with me." Françoise entered her daughter's room. Marie was sitting in the corner next to her bed. She was playing with her dolls. She was little, with blond hair and green eyes. Françoise looked at her daughter, and her mouth watered. How was she going to satisfy her hunger? Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Leanne McCormack et Mme Smyth (Our Lady's Grammar School, Newry)
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She went to the door and pressed down on the door handle, but let go of it at once when she noticed that her hand was shining. She got scared and let out an inhuman cry. Nervously she withdrew her hand. What was happening to her? Last night's incident came back to her.
There was another knock, and the thirsty feeling she had was fresh in her mind. She pushed the handle down and slipped into the shade, poised to attack. A man entered. Once the door was shut, she threw herself on him and drank his blood in order to quench her thirst. Afterwards, she became aware that it was her neighbour. She did not care. She no longer had any soft feeling, she only wanted to satisfy her hunger. She dragged the body into the cellar. At that moment, she was overcome by a terrible drowsiness. She lay down and fell asleep at once. She was still asleep in the evening when her husband returned from work and woke her up gently.
Linda Janßen, Anja Voß, Macella Naase et Nadine Memenga, BBS II Aurich
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She was hungry. Her husband looked very tempting so before she could control herself she pounced on him. In a fit of panic he grabbed a nearby butcher knife and thrust it violently into her slim side. She yelped in severe pain, but continued her attack. As the woman was lying on the floor on top of him some blood slowly dripped into his mouth. Before she went in for the kill Françoise looked into her husband's eyes and realised he was now like her. Now there were two mouths to feed and the nearest four-course meal was little Marie and her dog Ben. Silently they crept into her room. She was asleep. It was easier that way. Their mouths watered and salivated at the prospect of sinking their teeth into a purple pulsating vein. Before long she was in the cellar and so was Ben.
Months went by and people started getting suspicious, as slowly families in the neighbourhood disappeared. As there was a shortage of humans they resorted to rancid reptiles and rodents. Prey had to be found in order to keep their raucous race alive!!!
By June Allison, Sinead Clarke and Tracey Brown.
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They devoured rats and other small garden animals, but it was not the same as human blood. Every meal based on a human being equalled ten or twenty meals based on small animals.
The number of persons to have disappeared had become abnormal. People tried to leave the village but their houses has become unattractive property. The village was known everywhere for the bizarre number of people who were disappearing. The police planned to search every house in the village, which meant that Françoise and her husband would soon have to empty their basement. Getting rid of the corpses would constitute a major problem. Everybody was very suspicious, and throwing out these dead bodies would be impossible. The couple decided that they had to build a false wall in the basement and hide the bodies behind it. The bricks had to be old, however, and questions would be asked if they bought bricks but did not build anything outside. They did not want people to become more suspicious than they were already.
Both of them were extremely emaciated, and it would soon be necessary to eat something. They did not know what to do. While waiting, they still needed nourishment. They had sucked all the blood they could get draw from the decomposing bodies in the basement.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Open up! This is the police!"
Stephen Walsh and Fiachra de Bhulbh (Terenure)
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They panicked: they had not had time to hide the bodies behind a wall, and here were the police on their doorstep! Opening the door was the last thing they wanted to do, but the police officers knocked again, and a voice said,
"I know they are in there. I saw a silhouette through the window."
So Françoise and her husband made a quick decision: the husband opened the door while Françoise hid behind it. The two officers, a woman and a man, appeared in the doorway, waving their identification and their pistols.
"What a rancid smell," the woman said to her colleague. "Try and find out where it comes from. I'll stay here and question this man."Once the man had disappeared into to the basement, Françoise came out from behind the door and attacked the policewoman, who succumbed after a short struggle. The man, who heard the noise, came back up from the basement saying,
"Do you know what they have down there?!..."
But before he could continue, he was pierced by an umbrella, which rendered him defenceless. Lying on the ground, he saw two faces approaching, open mouths revealing big pointed teeth. The last thing he felt was the teeth which, from either side, bit eagerly into his neck.
When a few hours later, the chief inspector sent some men out to look for the disappeared officers, they found them lying beside the entrance, with big blue teeth marks on their necks. However, as to Françoise and her husband, not a trace!
Five years later, in a small market town in Western Ireland, people began to disappear in an inexplicable manner.....
1b and Mr Boennerup (Risskov)
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