It was Saturday evening and the girls had all arrived at Sara’s house. They had put all their belongings upstairs and then they came downstairs.
“I am going to order a Chinese for us all and I know what you like so is that ok?” Sara asked.
“Yes” they all said at the same time.
“Good” Sara answered.
Sara went left the room to order the Chinese.
“This is a big house, I bet its haunted” Lauren explained.
“Please don’t say that because I hate ghosts” Becki remarked.
“I want to tell ghost stories later that would be fun” Lauren interrupted.
Sara entered the room “Its ordered and it will be here in about thirty minutes”.
Thirty minutes later there was a knock at the door, the Chinese had been delivered. They all sat down and enjoyed their meal. They all chatted about boys and make-up.
After they had finished their food they went upstairs and started watching ‘The Grim Reeper 2’ which is about a man who kills all the people in the town. He hangs some people, strangles others, chops some people’s heads off, slices people in half and stabs others. The film had recently won and award for the scariest film on Earth. When the film had finished the group sat and discussed the film.
“That is the best film ever!” Lauren said.
“It was really scary and I will never watch it again,” Becki complained.
“I wasn’t that scary, but it was cool seeing how he killed each person in the village” Sara remarked.
“I know lets all tell ghost stories,” Sam requested.
“Ok I will go first” Shelley replied.
“It all started when a woman was driving in a deserted area late at night. A radio bulletin announcing that a lunatic had escaped from the secure unit of his prison interrupted the music she was listening to. She began to have car problems, so she pulled over at a secluded garage. The attendant came out and began to fix the car. She began to get worried by his behaviour and appearance, and his severe stutter, so she drove off. As she did so, the attendant finally spoke the words he had been trying to say: ”There’s someone in the back seat!”
“That was cool, who told you that story?” Sam asked.
“My friend told it me,” Shelley answered.
“I have a true, scary story to tell you!” Lauren explained.
“A group of young teenager girls were having a sleepover one night and began to exchange ghost stories”.
“Wait a minute, your making this up because that group is us” Becki explained.
“Just listen…………After they began to exchange ghost stories one girl told the others about an old man who had been buried alive at St John’s cemetery on Ash Road. If you tried, you could hear him scratching at the lid of his coffin”.
“That was ok but I didn’t believe it” Sara answered.
“It is true, there is an old man that has been buried alive at St John’s church down this road” Lauren explained.
“Prove it” Sam demanded!
“How?” Lauren asked.
“Go down there tonight and put a stake of wood into the ground to prove you have been there” Sara explained.
“But…. erm…. erm…. it is a bit dangerous…and scary” Lauren whimpered.
“Wimp…chicken” they all shouted.
“Ok I will go there tonight” Lauren answered.
At 11:00 pm that very same Saturday evening, Lauren departed Sara’s house for the cemetery. It was a dark, cold, wet and windy night. The rain was bucketing it down and earlier that evening Lauren had put mascara on. It wasn’t waterproof so her eyes were as black as soot. The rain didn’t stop her doing what she needed to do so she carried on walking with the large stake of wood under her arm.
It was 11:15pm and it was getting colder and darker. Lauren was shivering because it was cold and she was scared. She knew it had to be done otherwise she would be picked on at school. She would get called horrible names such as wimp and chicken. She noticed a muddy, wet concreted pathway to the left of her. She turned and walked up the pathway looking and hearing for the grave. Would she be able to hear the old man scratching on the lid of his coffin? Or would a ghost snatch her and take her away?
Lauren screamed she heard a noise coming from the right of her. She turned around and looked at the grave it said ‘Paul Matthew Kirkham beloved husband to Catherine Kirkham and a loving father to 16 wonderful children sadly passed away 5th Oct 2003’.
“So I was correct it was a week ago,” Lauren told herself.
She stood and listened to see if she could hear anything coming from the grave. There was nothing but she had told the girls you can hear him. She knew if she just left and didn’t drive the wood into the ground then the others wouldn’t believe that she had been there. She raised her arm that was holding the large stake of wood and with all her power she drove it straight into the ground. Quickly she tried to get up but realised she couldn’t. She had driven the wood through her clothes then into the ground. She started screaming not knowing that no one would hear her because everyone nearby would be asleep. Then she began to wonder if the old man’s hand was holding her down.
“Let go, leave me alone, I only came to prove you were here let me go!” She shouted.
She was afraid and frightened. She died of fright.
The following morning when Michelle, Sam, Becki and Sara had finished their breakfast they began to discuss what might have happened to Lauren.
“I wonder where she went after she got there?” Becki wondered.
“I reckon she was too much of a chicken and she ran home,” Sara suggested.
“ No way, she will have done it but it’s just where is she now?” Shelley told everyone.
“ She has probably done it and then she may have gone home,” Sam explained.
“ I know lets all go to the cemetery and see if Lauren and/or the wood is there then we can call at her house” Becki explained.
“ Good idea!” Sara said.
When the girls arrived at the cemetery they didn’t know where to look so they split into partners and went two different ways searching for her and the wood. They shouted her name but there was no answer.
An hour had passed by and Shelley spotted a girl lying on the ground and by her was a piece of wood driven into the ground.
“ Lauren is that you!” Becki shouted!
They ran up to the grave and tried to wake her but she wouldn’t move. They checked her breathing ……there was nothing! They noticed that the large strake of wood had gone through her clothes when it was driven into the ground.
“I wonder why she died!” Becki wondered.
“I don’t know but will someone call the police” Sam explained.
“I will” Shelley answered quickly.
“I wonder why the wood has gone through her clothes” Sara questioned
“She could’ve done it without noticing then died of coldness” Becki wondered.
“The police are on their way” Shelley interrupted.
“She may have thought the old man was holding her back when she was trying to get away and so she died of fright” Becki explained.
“That could be it because Lauren always did have a wild imagination” Sara replied.
“We should all let the police think about it because we don’t know what happened!” Shelley replied.
After five minutes the police detective team had arrived. They searched the area for any clues to suggest it was murder. They found nothing!
After a week the forensics had done a search on the body and discovered that she hadn’t been beaten or shot. They didn’t know how she could’ve died. Becki had told the police what she thought and so on the death certificate they had written that she had died of fright.
Lauren’s parents were in distraught over their only little girls death. They had a funeral a week later and left her to rest in peace. She had been buried 7 miles away from home so she was far away from St John’s cemetery where it happened.
Michaela Penney 10PM Mrs Robinson
