Dead Men Rise Again! The haunting moan of a zombie filed the thick misty air of the graveyard. This horrible sound travelled through the mystic graveyard. Whispers could also be heard. These whispers came from four girls. These girls sat in a dark tent lit by one single light that would soon lose all its power. Maisy , their leader, was a bully. I don’t know why they hung out with her but that is not the story. This story is much scarier and dangerous than her. ‘Bang! Crash!’ “Aaaarrrggg! What did you do that for?” Oh no! Alex had just tripped over Maisy’s foot and in the process she had just spilt freshly made hot spaghetti all over Maisy’s new tailored sweater! “III’mmm sssory!” spluttered Alex unsure what was coming next “I never take apologies. I dare you all to come to the grave yard with me I was planning to have a sleep over with the dead to see the annual rise of the dead.” A horrible gasp went up sighted that out “unless of cause you are too scared. Chickens.” The screeching sound of a chicken clucking drifted around the play ground. “Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!” “We will then we’re not scared are we girls!” Alice yelled “No!” the others screamed back. At the girl’s house tension filled the thick air as the girls said their excuses. It was getting dark as each girl came to the front of the grave yard. Maisy was there first confidence shining from her or was it the dim light she held up next to her smurking face as all the girls arrived? They entered the grave yard... Everyone but Maisy and Alice trembled while fixing up the tent. They tried to snuggle up and drift of to sleep , the only one who did sleep was Alice. Maisy told the scariest story. It was about five girls like them who came to see if it was true. Then Alex asked if what was true. Maisy whispered “if dead people can rise again” gasps went up Maisy continued “the dead men wake on a full moon when the clock strikes midnight.” Then Maisy got up looked outside it is a full moon then... She was gone without another word. As she disappeared, the clock struck midnight. The haunting moan of a zombie filled the thick misty air of the grave yard. The next sound they heard was even more heart pounding and ear piercing and deadly than that. A scream. The sound of that scream drifted away getting softer and softer as the seconds went by. Those seconds turned into minutes. There was no noise. First the girls heard slowly trudging foot steps the tremendous moan. “Who is there?” screeched the girl. Then a horrible sad face appeared through the opening of the tent. The face was dull. The eyes were sleepy. They darted slowly from side to side. Suddenly they opened wider and wider until they were stretched to the limit. They were as blood shot as a wound from a gun. Blood spewed from his scabbed legs. It looked sad but angry just like a baby how lost its toy. Suddenly a voice came from no where and was msysty muffled and confusing. It seemed to be oh no it couldn’t be Maisy. Her voice was dull and mystic. They could not speak. They were so terrified. They sussed out what she was saying and wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to me it said: “The girls heard a moan and the suddenly disappear one by one not a word between them. One minute is all you have to run and if you don’t your fate will be the same. Mohahaha!” They started to get up and run but remembered Alice tossing and turning they could not wake her.... They thought quickly and worked out a plan. It would be dangerous. It would be risky but they had no other choice. They would be dead. Of course not actually dead just to trick the zombie. Suddenly, the zombie burst it the tent again. It picked up Alex’s head. She wanted to scream but also wanted to live. She winced as the zombie stared to let go and as soon as you can say ‘ouch’ her head was through to the floor. It panicked and ran out of the tent. Why you ask? Because zombies are actually a great big softie that’s why. The next day they found themselves dead they found out the answer because they try to talk to other people but would not listen. So they were ghosts. They saw their poor mothers and fathers moping and wondering whether they would ever return. Soon a marmoreal came for their deaths and head stones with Alex, Alice, Abby, Amy and engraved in them be placed outside the church. If you one day see their pale miserable face’s or the story of the five girls you better run or beware that you may never seen again. Moohahahahaha! Moohahaha!
The haunting moan of a zombie filed the thick misty air of the graveyard. This horrible sound travelled through the mystic graveyard. Whispers could also be heard. These whispers came from four girls. These girls sat in a dark tent lit by one single light that would soon lose all its power. Maisy , their leader, was a bully. I don’t know why they hung out with her but that is not the story. This story is much scarier and dangerous than her.
‘Bang! Crash!’ “Aaaarrrggg! What did you do that for?” Oh no! Alex had just tripped over Maisy’s foot and in the process she had just spilt freshly made hot spaghetti all over Maisy’s new tailored sweater! “III’mmm sssory!” spluttered Alex unsure what was coming next “I never take apologies. I dare you all to come to the grave yard with me I was planning to have a sleep over with the dead to see the annual rise of the dead.” A horrible gasp went up sighted that out “unless of cause you are too scared. Chickens.” The screeching sound of a chicken clucking drifted around the play ground. “Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!” “We will then we’re not scared are we girls!” Alice yelled “No!” the others screamed back. At the girl’s house tension filled the thick air as the girls said their excuses. It was getting dark as each girl came to the front of the grave yard. Maisy was there first confidence shining from her or was it the dim light she held up next to her smurking face as all the girls arrived? They entered the grave yard...
Everyone but Maisy and Alice trembled while fixing up the tent. They tried to snuggle up and drift of to sleep , the only one who did sleep was Alice. Maisy told the scariest story. It was about five girls like them who came to see if it was true. Then Alex asked if what was true. Maisy whispered “if dead people can rise again” gasps went up Maisy continued “the dead men wake on a full moon when the clock strikes midnight.” Then Maisy got up looked outside it is a full moon then...
She was gone without another word. As she disappeared, the clock struck midnight. The haunting moan of a zombie filled the thick misty air of the grave yard. The next sound they heard was even more heart pounding and ear piercing and deadly than that. A scream. The sound of that scream drifted away getting softer and softer as the seconds went by. Those seconds turned into minutes. There was no noise. First the girls heard slowly trudging foot steps the tremendous moan. “Who is there?” screeched the girl. Then a horrible sad face appeared through the opening of the tent. The face was dull. The eyes were sleepy. They darted slowly from side to side. Suddenly they opened wider and wider until they were stretched to the limit. They were as blood shot as a wound from a gun. Blood spewed from his scabbed legs. It looked sad but angry just like a baby how lost its toy. Suddenly a voice came from no where and was msysty muffled and confusing. It seemed to be oh no it couldn’t be Maisy. Her voice was dull and mystic. They could not speak. They were so terrified. They sussed out what she was saying and wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to me it said: “The girls heard a moan and the suddenly disappear one by one not a word between them. One minute is all you have to run and if you don’t your fate will be the same. Mohahaha!” They started to get up and run but remembered Alice tossing and turning they could not wake her....
They thought quickly and worked out a plan. It would be dangerous. It would be risky but they had no other choice. They would be dead. Of course not actually dead just to trick the zombie. Suddenly, the zombie burst it the tent again. It picked up Alex’s head. She wanted to scream but also wanted to live. She winced as the zombie stared to let go and as soon as you can say ‘ouch’ her head was through to the floor. It panicked and ran out of the tent. Why you ask? Because zombies are actually a great big softie that’s why. The next day they found themselves dead they found out the answer because they try to talk to other people but would not listen. So they were ghosts. They saw their poor mothers and fathers moping and wondering whether they would ever return. Soon a marmoreal came for their deaths and head stones with Alex, Alice, Abby, Amy and engraved in them be placed outside the church. If you one day see their pale miserable face’s or the story of the five girls you better run or beware that you may never seen again. Moohahahahaha! Moohahaha!