” I’m telling you! The tree is dying.” cried Imelda, the smallest bird in the nest. She had seen some dead leaves at the end of the branch. Ozzi, Imelda’s sister put his head under his wing, “The tree is not dying!” he whispered, Imelda sagged. “Please believe me!” she whined; Ozzi shook his head. Mama Bird peaked around the tree, “What is this racket?” she yelled with authority. A loud crackling interrupted their conversation, Mama Bird’s eyes went wide. “Wildfire!” she cried, ” We have to fly out of here!” Ozzi, Imelda and Mama Bird flew as far as physically possible.

One day I looked out the window and the postman was a tiny, blue hippo dressed up as a ballerina. It was quite a queer sight. I went out and picked up the mail. There was a pink invitation inviting me to a party. When I got there, I saw a pedestal with a giant, beastly eyeball. It swiveled to look at me, a bang made it look away. I dived for cover behind a pillar. I made sure I was completely hidden behind it. Unexpectedly, the pillar disappeared. Somehow, I was flying toward the eye. I was now the eye. Oh no, oh no!

Charlotte was excited, her mother had finally allowed her to come to the vet. Charlottes mother was a very serious veterinarian who always wore blue scrubs. Charlotte timidly followed her mother through the door, everyone seemed to know her. Suddenly a very old woman frantically pushed her way past Charlotte. “Please help, my dog is stuck between two walls,” screamed the woman. Charlottes mum ran to follow the woman. Charlotte was close on their heels. Charlotte’s mum couldn’t fit between the walls “Charlotte, you’re the only one small enough,” said her mother. Charlotte saved the little spaniel in no time.

I woke to a gut clenching grating sound coming from down-stairs. I crept down into the kitchen. My family were snoring in their beds, they couldn’t hear the sound. A little brown creature with a grin like a Cheshire cat looked at me from beside the open fridge. Its pudgy fingers clutched a bottle of salad dressing. I grabbed a stool from the bench and brought it down upon the creature. The creature shook and made that sound again. It launched itself at me. It clawed at my face. Blackness… I opened my eyes; I was one of those creatures.

My class were visiting Madame Agony’s Horror Museum, I love all things horror so I was excited to go. We went inside and scanned our tickets. An old woman approached us, “Pleased to have you here,” she said smiling, “May we take a photo of you, for marketing purposes.” Our teacher nodded, the old woman pulled out a large metal box. She pressed a button on its surface and a flash blinded us. We followed her up the stairs and turned left down a long hall of cracked mirrors. I was being sucked into the mirrors. It was the box! We never should have said yes.

Madame Rover strode into the forest clutching her bow and quiver of arrows. Madame Rover hadn’t been walking for very long when she spotted a deer grazing in a clearing very close by. She nocked her arrow and drew the bowstring to her chin. She pictured the arrow flying through the air and finding its target. Her dress rustled in the wind; a brook babbled beside her feet. She heard footsteps, the wind picked up and blew a gale around her. Her eyes widened. Tree roots broke free from the ground and twisted around her body. She screamed in agony.

A little mouse climbed down a little green ladder placed below a little white door. The mouse wore a belt made from a length of thread and strapped to his belt was a needle fashioned into a sword. The mouse, whose name was Moe, struggled onto the counter. A blue and red cat as big as a tank waited for him. Moe drew his sword and jabbed at the cat. The cat shrieked and clawed at Moe. Moe ran to his house, the cat followed. Moe turned to face the cat. He changed his mind and ran into his house.

It was almost midnight when the woman fell asleep. When the clock ticked twelve the air shifted, the woman stirred. Slowly, a tree-like hand grew from the book. It reached out and groped at the woman’s arm, squeezing tighter and tighter. The woman awoke, crying out in pain. The hand was growing slowly into a body. The woman pulled and pulled at the hand, but it held tight. From the book, stepped a tree with human features, recognisable as a yew tree, The tree man let go of the woman and stepped out the window, grinning maliciously at the woman.

Wickedly, the ghost smiled as he watched two young children tiptoe through his house. How dare they! How dare they disturb him! He would teach them why they shouldn’t sneak into his house. The children held torches in front of them to light the way. The ghost swooped down and twisted his body in an unnatural way, impossible for mortals. The children scrambled to exit the house, but it was so dark that they slipped and fell on top of each other. The ghost chuckled. the children found their footing and sprinted for the door. They did not come back, and the ghost was never disturbed again.