I turn off my phone and I am left in the darkness of my bedroom. Looking at the clock, it reads 1am. I sigh.
“Oh dear, it appears I might be late for school in the morning. I might as well go for a walk”.
Knowing no curfew, I plunge my arms DEEP into my pockets, the noise of my keys becoming ever more apparent. Deciding to save my dear parents’ sleep, I open my window and begin to crawl out. How fortunate it is that I am just above the garden shed.
The bitter chill of the night air enters my room swiftly, causing me to make a sour face as I am wearing very little clothing. I drop off the garden shed, landing gently on the grass. Luckily, I miss my Mother’s prized flower bed. I take a sigh of relief, get back up and continue towards the front gate. Opening it with the utmost focus on remaining quiet, I discreetly slip past the damp, cold gate which had left a fairly large smudge of dark water on my shirt. I shiver whilst walking across the road and down the alley. The discussions of the previous evening replay in my mind like a broken record.
Louder and louder with each step, I am practically on the verge of buckling my knees due to the agonizing shrieks of past encounters with both friend and foe. I sigh, thinking of all of the memories flowing through my mind. I shake my head and try to think of something positive, but to no avail. I continue to walk, still trying to get my mind off the thoughts, when I come to the realization of how quiet it is. The silence is unnerving. I suddenly wonder what time it is and how long I have been walking. Have I been walking for a few minutes or perhaps a few hours? Glancing to the sky as I have forgotten my phone, I attempted to calculate the hour from how bright it has gotten. Nothing. No change in colour, still dark. I think for a moment, questioning whether or not I should just turn back and return to my bed. Cracking my knuckles, I persevere through the cold, making my way to the end of the alley. The train station no more than a stone’s throw away. I slowly wander to the entrance of the station. As expected there is a distinct lack of human presence near the silent, dark railway.
I come across a vending machine seemingly filled with no more than a pitch black void, my reflection stares back at me. I continue on, when I suddenly notice a figure stood on the other side of the track. He is wearing a black hoody with black jeans. I cannot see his face, but I have an inclination that he is watching me with ominous intent. Seconds pass as we watch each other. I am frozen in place. Despite my rising anxiety, I have a sensation of possible safety in regards to how we were both on opposite platforms. The man notices that I had seen him, he tilts his head slowly to the side, and a light chuckle can be heard echoing through the silent platform. My once, albeit small, feeling of safety has been strained by this action. Perhaps I should run? Perhaps I should call out to him? If I were able to do either, I would preferably go for the former option……
By Alex and Leon – West Kirby School and College
I stood staring at him, my heart the only sound I could hear. Thump. Thump. I wanted to go but it was almost like I couldn’t, like something was pulling me towards him. Thump. Thump. From the distance, I could hear a train coming towards the station. It whizzed past like a blur of black; however when it was gone, the man had disappeared…
Where he was standing there was a black cat in his place, its hackles raised. It looked as if it was about to pounce so I searched for the quickest exit. There seemed to be none. Then something caught my eye: I was no longer at my town’s train station. I was at Doomsday street station.
The street my house was on appeared in front of me, at least I thought it was my house. It was somehow different. The shape was the same but it was just different. An eerie feeling in my stomach and I was beginning to feel sick. I scanned the street, the cat was prowling up the hill its eyes staring at me like it wanted to suck the life out of me.
I assumed my parents would be up by now so I rang the doorbell of my house there in front of me wasn’t my mum or my dad it was the man.
“You shouldn’t be here” he said his voice cold and mysterious. Who was he? And what was he doing in my house?
By Nerissa, Megan, Amber, Sofia and Amy- Wirral Girls
I turned around, the cat, darn, trapped, the ever growing darkness suddenly had an ominous air. I felt the strong wind whip my face and something touch my shoulder, I turned around, nothing, darkness just darkness. Then he withdrew his hood which hid behind it a face of unspeakable description, it was skull like as if fire and hell in one being, and across his face he bore a hand mark, printed in blood his eyes casting spells on those who dared cross his righteous path.
A puddle of blood on the ground where was that coming from? Then a searing pain in my stomach, blood dripping like juice from a fruit my vision doubled, I collapsed.
I awoke, sweat drenched my top like a bucket had been poured on my head, I looked outside, the clouds like demons casting omens down, then I heard the dog barking outside and there in the garden, was the man. I heard screams, this time I knew better I closed the window as he seemed to get closer and closer and then a knock on my door. In the light beneath I saw a silhouette the shape of a blade, a scythe, and the door knob rattled blood dipping onto the dimly lit carpet. Again and again I hear scrapes on the door, muttering under his breath “we’re coming, we’re coming”. He knocks boom, boom and again boom, boom!
What should I do, go to the door and confront the burning face of death or stay and prolong the ever coming darkness that would surely consume me , he opens the door the light blinds my eyes , he is here now and he will stay.
What I saw would scar my brain forever. With the light, I could see a Harmogaphin, a monstrous creature from the deepest depths of hell. They were infamous for their bloodthirstiness. Capable of doing anything from hypnosis to teleportation. He came closer to me and smiled with his bloody fangs, the crimson liquid still dripping from his mouth. Grasped in his hand, was a pre-whetted, fang-like scythe. He said to me, still ominously creeping towards me, “It’s alright little boy, I’m here to protect you. Never fear your darkness for darkness will always catch up to you. It is inevitable.” And now, he floated towards me, gliding as if there was no floor. He went inside of me and it felt as if his consciousness merged with mine. Suddenly I was wearing his clothes, holding his scythe and speaking in his raspy, reptilian voice. My mind started to see some of the Harmogaphin’s dark thoughts. Killing innocent baby Rippogriffins (small, hippo-like creatures), sucking up the blood of a mutilated Orc. As if I was being commanded, I silently floated out of what felt like my bedroom. I couldn’t tell for my thoughts were all fuzzy. I found myself on the road, the street lights casting shadows to protect me. I feel like there is some magic, some extra-terrestrial power is at work. Then I realised that my own fingers were moving, the spells being casted in fiery red sparks and I was making them. I lurched down a side-street, where I stopped dead. Someone was waiting for me. Someone, holding an axe… Sahil and Neerav, Reading School
My mind racing, ears ringing, blood bubbling, I couldn’t think. The shrill thought of my soul trickling over the un-pure spirit made hell itself seem like a hope. I saw his flickering reflection in the puddle of my tears on the ground. I couldn’t move I was a puppet, under the control of my master. Throat dry, arms stiff. It felt like I was l slowly sinking into the ground I couldn’t do anything about it. His voice slowly beckoned to me, I was drawn to it. What I heard that day affected me like I never knew. I felt my back slowly grasping the cold. He was coming closer his sharp breath on my neck made me feel a feeling I have never experienced before. The man whispered in my ear,
“…wait for me”.
What did he mean? Then I asked the question that I would regret in about 5,4,3,2,1…
By Phoebe Abbott, Harriet Lines and Maya Lees Woolmer Hill School
“Who are you?”
He scrutinised me for what felt like hours, just as I began to doubt if he would give me an answer. He pulled down his hood.
“I am darkness. Your darkness. We can all be darkness, if we let it in.”
My jaw dropped to the floor, he was me. From the way his hair framed his face to the way he smirked when he saw me, knowing I was trapped. He was a perfect copy. I lifted my leg to run yet he knew what I’d do. In one swift movement I was lifted off the floor. He smirked again as I gasped desperately for air.
“There’s no use struggling. Darkness lives inside all of us, the only choice is whether we fight it or let it in.”
I writhe in his grasp, somehow managing to lose more air in the process. I began to choke and wheeze as he opens his mouth again.
“The darkness can be suffocating, that is true. But if you let it in, it will be easier to breathe.”
In one last attempt, I broke free. I knew I had the choice.
I leaped out the frosted window, barely avoiding Mother’s precious flowers. Racing onto the road, I could sense him following. I felt like a fugitive on the run, sprinting from my deadly fate. Bolting down the street, I saw my friends, my neighbours, my family, yet they were somehow different. I needed an escape, an escape from this world, these people and the darkness. I craved light and happiness, all I wanted was to be back home.
My instinct told me to go back to the subway. I ran down the slope, I could sense they were hot on my heels. They were lifeless souls that had once been the people closest to me. Across the railway, I saw a glimpse of light. A glimpse of happiness, could it be my way home?
By Angelina, Alice, Nila, Kitty and Rosa. Wirral Grammar School For Girls.
How could I be so sure that this light is genuine? I had to trust my inner self. I was running out of time, and I could hear the eerie footsteps growing closer. A small light was growing bigger and I started feeling the ground shake. I suddenly heard a screeching sound, as if it were a train. A shape began to form, it was indeed a train.
The train came to a halt. The conductor’s window rolled down. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was the Man.
“You can never escape darkness! It will always live inside you no matter how far you run.” The Man shouted as I contemplated whether or not I should even try to escape.
I was surrounded by then. The lifeless souls covering every possible means of a breakout. They all started to chant, “we’re coming, we’re coming.” slowly raising their voices as if initiating a spell. I had not realized it until now that the cat was there again, and was leading them with such a simpler gester of his claws.
The cat pounced on me. Digging its claws into my chest. I felt different all of a sudden. As I looked down, I saw that I was turning into one of them.
Blood dripping down all over my flesh. I felt fangs forming, creeping from between my lips. I was starting to have the lifeless look that they once had. Then all I saw were images of myself. Mirroring me as I used to be.
I heard a distant ringing in the air. My instincts told me that it was an alarm clock. Somehow or another, it sounded like the one in my home. Suddenly the warmth of my home came at me.
As I turned, I saw the form of my mother standing over me.The way she used to look. It was all a dream.
-Noha M. and Shunese S. Robert E. Lee Junior HIgh School
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