2025 Spooky Story Competition

Torn and bleeding, her eyes still wild and desperate, she slid behind the rock for a moment, believing that she was safe. She was panting heavily, barely able to breathe. She had been running for what had seemed to be days. Everything hurt, she was aching and the huge gash in her leg was oozing out all kinds of liquids. Suddenly, she heard it. The high-pitched giggle she dreaded. She looked everywhere for an escape from this unseen demon, scampering about the wood like a lost fawn. She heard leaves crunching everywhere she went, trying to run from the deadly titter of the creature. She felt so dizzy, she needed to stop. She lay down, needing to rest. The noise was gone, disappearing without a trace. As she closed her eyes, she saw the silhouette of a figure, standing over her and whispering, ‘I’ve got you now,’ as its sharp fangs glistened in the chalky moonlight. She knew that she wasn’t able to run any longer, unable to fight back. All she could do was let out one final bloodcurdling scream, and that was the last that anyone saw, or heard of her.

BY ANNIE CLARKE