Roisin's Story
I held the handle of the basement. Nervously, I turned it. The cold handle shook my hand as I could hear the squeaking of the old rusty door. I could hear crackling and thumping from below. Even though I was fifteen, I felt very nervous. I was worried about my little brother I was baby-sitting.
I quietly tip-toed anxiously down the cellar steps. I could smell the musty floorboards and I touched my hand against the old stone wall. I could see pebbles and stones trickling off the wall. Sweat was moving down my face. I winced as my nails sraped against the metal railings. Cobwebs were in every corner and I could see the spiders hiding in the wooden holes. I was scared.
I was down to the middle step now and I was worried the door would close behind me so I kept checking back just to make sure. A sheet of terror sprung through my body as I could hear one of my Mum's possessions crack and break.
I was reaching towards the bottom step. I could still smell the musty floorboards and scattering of mice. I took a stone off the wall to protect myself. I opened the bottom door quietly and with terror. I said to myself '' I can do it!"as I could feel cobwebs on the lightswitch. I flicked it on quickly. I looked over to the corner. And beneath all the junk thrown there was Fluffy our cat who went nissing three months ago and she had a litter of kittens!.
I was wondering why she got so fat because we were feeding her diet whiskies and fat free milk but now I know why. I ran over to her and rubbed her. She was streched out on an old rug and six little kittens running around. I carried them up the steps and put them in a basket upstairs. I was trying to think of names for them. At least I thought of one, Mittens!. I couldn't wait to show my baby brother, Dylan. I think Mum and Dad will trust me from now on!
by Roisin G
Peter's Story
It was a mankie, blue, door, with a scratched grey handle. It looked very old and very battered. I tried to open the cold metal- but it was locked. “I don’t think this door was opened in a while” I whispered to myself. “There’s only one way of opening it-knocking it!” It only took me five whacks to knock it down.
Inside it seemed dark and cold. The deep crackly noise happened again-this time louder. It came from the back right hand corner.
The cellar was like abandoned dry-cleaners. There were about ten washing machines. All the same type. There were about ten million cob webs. In the corner where I heard the noise was lots and lots of bed sheets-all different sizes and shapes. Over them was a wide laundry chute.
I crept over quietly. The noise closer now seemed like snoring………….It was!!! I found the little baby fast asleep in the sheets –she must have climbed down the chute!!!!!
by Peter
Lauren's Story
I was watching tv on a Saturday night. I was babysitting my two year old cousin, Kate. Kate was asleep upstairs. Her Mam and Dad were gone out for dinner, so I was watching my favorite program . It was so funny!!! But then I heard a noise. It sounded like a glass had faallen off the table, but it wasn't coming from the kitchen, it was coming from the cellar. I froze.
I tiptoed over to the door. I heard it again. I was so frightened. I didn't know if I should open the door or not open the door. I was thinking of ringing Kate's Mam or Dad, but I wasn't going to annoy them when they had gone out for dinner.
So I opened the door.It was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. I walked down a few steps. I touched the wall. It felt so cold and damp. I went down another few steps.I put my hands on the wall trying to find the light switch. The noise started again. I was completely panicking!! Luckily I found the light switch and I turned on the light. The place was in a mess! The washing was all over the floor. Then I saw a food bowl. There was cat food in it and some milk.
Then two little kittens came out from under the bundle of washing. " So thats where the noise was coming from" I said to my self.
" Were home " said Kate's Mam and Dad.
" Thank God you are!! You never told me you had two kittens"
" Sorry dear , I forgot to. Were they any trouble to you?
" Not at all!! Kate is asleep upstairs."
" Oh , Thank You for everything."
" No problem!! So I better be off. Bye"
" Bye dear. Take care.
I don't think I'll ever be a babysitter.
by Lauren
Eimear's Story
I held the handle of the basement door. Nervously, I opened it. The door creaked open slowly, too slowly, as if warning me not to step into the darkness. I tried to think rationally, saying to myself “oh it’s probably just a cat that got in and has to me shooed out. “ But my heart ruled my head on this one and I stood in blind terror trying, and failing to muster the courage to take my first step into the blackness.
What finally got me going was when I heard Sally cooing from her cot upstairs over the baby monitor. I realised that the two year old and her parents were completely dependant on me to keep her safe tonight. If something bad was making the noise in the cellar then it was my responsibility to keep the chubby toddler upstairs safe. I took a deep breath and plunged my foot into the gloom .
Half a second later my foot hit a wooden step. It creaked, louder than it should have. Breathing fast I started down the cellar steps.
Without light it was pitch black. It was so cold I probably could have seen my breath if I could see anything at all. Each stair seemed to creak louder than the one before. I kept my hand running along the slimy wall, half hoping to find a light switch. I wanted to stop, to run back up the stairs into the light. But my legs just carried me further and further into the darkness.
As my foot touched concrete, I noticed a dim light on the other side of the basement. Like an insect drawn towards a bug zapper, I walked towards the light. I froze and nearly screamed when I saw the face of a small girl in the light. Then I saw the body at my feet. This time I did scream...
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