Last Day of Term 3

Year 7 and 8 Farm Visit

Unfolded by Katia B

UNFOLDED

It was finally Saturday and Jade sat contentedly in the corner of her absolute favourite coffee shop on main street. ‘The Exquisite Edibles’ as it was called contained the most delectable and spectacular, eye-catching foods in the entire state. It was a comfortable environment and allowed Jade to escape her harsh life of almost slavery being an adopted child in a large family of 10.

Jade wore all hand-me-downs, a pink patterned overcoat, torn white skinny jeans and her favourite teal shirt, the only thing (other than a photograph) that she had left of her parents. Her snowy white ringlets bounced willingly on her shoulders and her sapphire eyes shone brilliantly in the sunlight, Jade had a stunning smile and everyone envied her amazing beauty. She was also very talented and incredibly smart, she had everything a 12 year old girl could ever want except friends and a family that actually cared about her and to Jade this was the biggest thing of all.

More than anything Jade had an extremely reckless nature and despite her innocent and mesmerizing looks, was always yearning for a breath-taking adventure. As she devoured the delightful food in front of her, her thoughts drifted of to her next thrilling journey, she didn’t know exactly what it would be but she guaranteed it would be pretty extreme, she just knew it, and maybe, just maybe she might find her parents (but  of course that was very unlikely). Rain began to fall and Jade remembered that she had too many jobs to do back at home that would stop her from taking another adventure for weeks.

The rain continued to pour down and Jade wondered if she would ever see her parents again, they had left her without explanation and now Jade was more eager than ever to out why her parents had left. Just at the moment the café door swung open and Jade raised her head to see a dark, hooded figure, he rushed towards her table and placed an ancient looking parcel on its oak surface, muttered the words “Please Help!” and then ran. Jade stared at the package but as the door slammed shut she looked up just in time to catch just a glimpse of the man’s sparkling blue eyes and thin lips curled into a frown. Jade's attention was drawn back to the package, it’s yellowed paper wrapped carefully around a rectangular object and tied neatly with a crimson bow. Jade realised this may be her extreme adventure, her chance to find her parents and maybe even escape her horrid foster parents.

Curious citizens crowded Jade and stared at the square package. The butterscotch yellow wrapping encased tightly a large, cuboid object. Jade looked at the impeccable wrapping and was reminded of her own perfectionist ways, and the man’s blue eyes shining like her own, could this be a clue? She had to find out.

Her black, ruined shoes filled with water as she walked down the saturated pathways on the busy New York street. Jade replayed the bizarre occurrence at The Exquisite Edibles over and over in her mind and finally decided that if she was going to solve this mystery she had to open the package. Her fingers fumbled over the crimson ribbon and as the package unfolded Jade began to have second thoughts about her decision, ‘No,’ she thought, ‘this is my only chance!’ Jade lifted out the object and was filled with surprise as she noticed it was the same photograph as she had in her room at home. She flipped over the picture and noticed a small note sticking out of the frame, she took it out and read it, it said: 36 Greenwood Lane. HELP! ‘That was it!?’ Jade thought, she just had to find out what it really meant.

Jade ran down Greenwood Lane frantically searching the letterboxes to find the number 36. Yes, there it was an ebony, run down shed, not exactly what she was expecting but she entered anyway. The door creaked open and Jade saw them, “Finally!” she gasped but just as she thought this could be her happily ever after, a shadowy figure stepped out from the fog, sweat beaded Jade’s forehead and she realised with concern, this was going to be far from easy. She groaned and backed against the door and finally a plan formed in her head but then, BANG! Everything went black.

The Whispers By James

The Whispers

The floorboards creak after every step that Jeff makes, and the hinges of the door to the cellar whine as he swings it open. He flicks the switch and the light flickers to life, the first thing he saw was the pool of blood. He took two steps forward to investigate, when something brushes by his foot, he looks to the left, then to the right that’s when he saw a body not just some random person's body, his body. Before he could turn and run, the light bulb flickers its last light and everything went black, the only light in the room was coming from the door, he turned and took a step forward and the door slammed shut. Blackness. A minute past and that's when the whispers started.

The old door handle rattled as Jeff tried to get out, then something brushed past his foot again. He stopped trying to open the door so he sat down. His back lurched, then he fell limply to the ground. As his spirit left his body, the room was illuminated with light and his spirit saw a small furry ball on legs drag his now dead body, in its mouth, into the pool of blood.

Liam, a 20 year old man, was walking up the path to his house when he saw the small bloody foot steps leading up to the partially open door. Instead of going to his neighbor's house or to the local police, he walked into his house and followed the footsteps down to his basement. He was standing at the door frame when he saw the pool of blood, he turned and ran out the front door only to find he was now standing in the middle of his basement, the whispers start. The only light was coming from the door, then as he was turning the door slammed and the room was plunged into darkness.

Something brushed past his foot he spun round sweeping his leg out in front of him he hit something and it growled. “It’s angry now,” he said to himself. He shuffled forwards, that’s when he heard a splash. When he realised it was the blood he jumped back only to find something brushing past his foot again. He stumbled back and tried turning on the light it flickered a few times, dimly lighting up the room. It then stopped altogether and once again the room was plunged into darkness. He tried opening the door but the door handle wouldn’t budge. Liam then gave up hope and followed the wall to a corner and slid to the floor then fell on his side, then like Jeff his spirit saw the small furry ball on legs dragging his corpse to the pool of blood.

Trevor, a retired F.B.I agent, is going down to the basement with his torch to change the always flickering lightbulb. Trevor’s shoes make a tapping sound on the granite tiled floor, the door’s hinges creak as he opens the door. The walls are lined with various brands of wine and beer bottles, and the floor has a soft carpet. When Trevor shines his torch to the far end of the room he sees the red stain on the carpet, he curses slightly and carries on with his first task. As he walks under the light bulb the door slams shut the only light is coming from Trevor's torch. And then the whispers started.

Something brushes past his foot, he swung the torch the way it was moving, he utters a sigh of relief it was just the cat. The cat meows and starts scratching the door and something else brushes past his foot, he swings his torch to the cat… It’s still and lifeless he scans the room, nothing. A minute past and that’s when the whispers started. Something brushed past his foot again and again then it stopped. Maybe he imagined it but there it was again he backed into a corner the whispers were starting to annoy him he swept the room with his torch once more and then he found it, the brown fluffy ball on legs it gave a shriek and then turned into dust. The door swung open but the cat remained dead. He went to investigate the red stain in the carpet he knelt down to find that the stain wasn’t any wine or beer but blood.

Trevor was in shock, how was he going to explain the cat to the Mrs and what was that thing. He decided to go upstairs and watch the golf. When he got up stairs he got a meatloaf sandwich and sat down in his lazy boy recliner. Once he’d finished his sandwich he turned on the radio and turned off the tv, he looked down his shirt was covered in crumbs he closed his eyes to the sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise then his heart stopped.

The End