Halloween Year 7 Essays 2021
In the spirit of Halloween this October, the Year 7’s wrote some creative, spooky writing pieces for our enjoyment. Below is the wonderful work of Kristen, Kaeto, and Benjamin. Enjoy!
Walter and the Vampire
I didn’t believe in vampires until the thirteenth of August three years ago , when something truly unbelievable occurred.
It all started on a Saturday afternoon, when I was on my daily walk with my dog, Rufus, around my neighborhood. Entering the thick, enclosed pine forest, I received a phone call from my friend, who I hadn’t spoken to in a while, so I answered eagerly. Unconsciously strolling along the natural, ill-defined pathway that cut through the middle of the forest, I wasn’t focused. Rufus had seen a squirrel in the distance, but I hadn’t noticed. Suddenly, my dog darted ahead of me, pulling me onto the ground and filling my eyes with raised dust. By the time I had lifted my head, my dog was nowhere to be seen.
I hung up my phone call without saying goodbye, and spirited around the forest calling my dog’s name. About half an hour of sprinting later, it had started to dark, and the clouds had started to close in across the sky. I was sure that I had never been to this side of the forest before, but I wasn’t too concerned. After five more minutes of searching, I emerged out the other side of the mass of trees to find a small graveyard enclosed by a low, stone wall.
“How peculiar.” I muttered. I had almost forgotten about Rufus as I climbed over the wall.
It was late now. Very late. Ignoring the slight drizzle, I crouched down beside a grave near the entrance and dusted some moss off the tombstone. The stone read:
‘Vlad the Impaler’
I stood again and wandered into a small clearing underneath a dead, grey tree and looked around.
Unexpectedly, it had become extremely foggy. I could hear something. Breathing. Getting closer. A silhouette drifted silently into the clearing and with an additional cloud of foggy mist, the silhouette had turned into a person. No, a vampire.
“Oh! Hello, Walter! I’m glad you came, I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to arrive.” The vampire’s smooth, quiet voice echoed around the clearing as if it were a cave.
“Who are you?” I stuttered in fear. The tall, slim figure floated toward me, I tried to step backwards, but my body was frozen out of pure shock. The vampire had come so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face.
“Not important, Walter. What is important is how you say goodbye to this cruel, human life,” he chuckled menacingly as he moved even closer to me.
“Goodbye?” I stammered, still frozen. Something about this was, apparently, incredibly amusing to the vampire because he laughed loudly for a few seconds before leaning down to my eye-level with a straight face.
“Goodbye, indeed, Walter,” The vampire smirked.
Before another word was said, I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my neck and I felt myself shrinking. Not even thirty seconds later, I was a bat. A bat. A tiny, brown bat. With one, final cloud of foggy mist, the vampire joined me as a bat. A fluffy, winged creature. Carelessly, we flew up and up, into the night sky.
Last Christmas, Ralph’s sister had given had given him the best, yet strangest gift he had ever received, and he had promised her that he’d give her a present just as wonderful next Christmas. He was wrong. The only present he gave her were the flowers for her grave.
It was the 25th of December. The sky was as dark and empty as an abyss, and there was a gentle breeze. There were no surrounding houses. There wasn’t a single sound to be heard, yet Ralph still had the inexplicable feeling that someone was watching him. One by one, big, fat raindrops began to fall as the sky started to cloud over. If you had been there, you would have seen nothing, nothing but a skinny boy getting soaked by the rain and standing outside a graveyard with wilting flowers.
Mind made up, Ralph lifted his head and cautiously trudged into the deserted graveyard. If you had been there, you would have seen a little boy tremble in fear to the sound of a cawing crow. You would not have realised that his mind had wondered to other places — a murder of crows. Blindly, Ralph stumbled through the graveyard, looking for his sister’s grave. When he found it, he lay down the flowers and wept as the rain continued to chill every bone of his, as his knees sunk into the mud and as the distant sound of thunder rumbled like a monster’s stomach.
Ralph just wanted to stay there until Hades or the Grim Reaper or San La Muerte could come and collect him. Without his sister, Ralph ad no reason to live. Why would he live for uncaring parents? Why would he live for overcrowded foster homes?
If you had been there, you would have seen a helpless boy hunched over a grave and a hooded figure gliding towards him from behind.
Ralph opened his backpack and pulled out a map. The x on the map was a graveyard, and a note had been written on it: “DO NOT COME HERE!! ” Ralph had obeyed this command for a year, but today he felt more hopeless than before. He needed a piece of his sister in his life — even if it was a negative one. Younger Ralph had adored exploration, and he had been very pleased when his sister had given him the map for Christmas. He had spent months trying to decipher it, but he gave up once she had died.
Why? He thought. Why didn’t she want me to come? Nothing bad has happened.
If you had been there, you would’ve started screaming for Ralph to run.
Ralph suddenly heard slow, deliberate footsteps. For a second, he thought his parents still had a bit of empathy and came to visit their late daughter.
“Mama? Papa?” Ralph’s voice quivered.
In a hushed tone, someone murmured, “Merry Christmas, Ralph. You’ll get to see your sister again.”
Ralph turned around slowly. The figure took off its hood to reveal its pale face. Its eyes were like blood stains on a white sheet, and its dagger-like fangs gleamed in the darkness. Ralph let out a scream so loud it could’ve shaken the leaves off trees. Even though he was horrified, Ralph had no intention of running away. He was sure his time was over. After hall, he had just figured out how his sister had died.
“I’m sorry, Ruby,” Ralph whispered, feeling the vampire’s fangs sink into his neck.
If you had been there, you would have seen a dying boy and a vampire that fed on those who had completely given up on life. If you had been there, Ralph’s scream would have been the last thing you heard.
But you weren’t there, of course, and you should be grateful for that.
My teeth chattered, a single bead of sweat rolled down my cheek. I knew I was being followed. All I could hear was an eerie rattling before seeing two bloodshot eyes with slits for pupils glide seamlessly through my surroundings.
I came to the cemetery to visit my father’s grave, as he always gave the best advice, but my original intent had been thwarted by a bloodthirsty beast.
I could sense the vampire and my instinct was to run. I sprinted through the desolate forest, meandering through the trees, but my efforts were futile. He was too quick. Too smart. Too agile. I knew I couldn’t keep this up. My heart pounded like a relentless hammer as my legs turned as heavy as lead. It was as if he was taunting me: disappearing and then reappearing from the shadows.
My stamina crippled me, and before I knew it I felt cold grey fingers wrap around my neck. The vampire sank his fangs into, cackling maniacally. Ice filled my veins as excruciating pain overwhelmed my body. The agony was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Evil radiated from his body as he punctured my heart. My senses faded and my sight went dark. Soon my spirit left my body, to decay next to my father’s grave.