How does one write for an audience that is cynical, yet still wishes to be terrified? And so it took only a small shift to see that I could take this one step further.
Not taking her eyes off the huge house which was so close now that she could see its grimy windows, she felt a nervous fluttering in her stomach. Andrew and Antony stared out of the train window. She thought back to the day her parents had told them the three children were to have a special treat, to go to stay with Miss McDougal at Sligachan House.
It had all sounded wonderful then, to leave their home in Newcastle to go to the Scottish house where her mother had stayed as a child. Yet there were no other buildings to be seen and an announcement over the carriage speaker said their stop was fast approaching.
It was in just the right place, as her mother had described, at the foot of a mountain, a wood behind and the railway track just in front. The train was slowing down now and finally pulled with a clanking noise into a station.
Old metal columns curled up towards a leaf-strewn glass canopy, making the platform gloomy. She stepped gracefully down on to the platform and her brothers tumbled out behind her. At first there seemed to be nobody there to meet them but suddenly a shadowy figure loomed towards them.
A dark outline seemed to support a face so pale as to be almost floating in space. So pleased to meet you. Antony gaped at the curly, grey-haired little woman who was now leading the way out of the station towards a battered old cart in front of which stood a dappled grey pony, pawing at the ground with its hoof.
But when I saw her there, she was ghostly white! Mrs McDougal helped them into the cart, looking them up and down. Their mum had kitted them out in warm new coats in the latest waterproof fabric.
Who would want to get soaked in heavy wool? After a short ride bumping over the rough, pot-holed track, Mrs McDougal pulled the pony and cart to a stop outside the huge, dark bulk of Sligachan House. Mrs McDougal led them up to a heavy oak door which she opened with a strong shove of her shoulder. They found themselves in a high hallway where a staircase disappeared up and around corners into the darkness of another storey.
She was getting very annoyed with her brothers. Andrew pointed at a big painting of a very important, rich looking man on the wall. Antony and Andrew were sharing one, Zoe was in another.
They had been looking for lights to switch on, but there were no switches. But be very careful. Then suddenly, it went out, just as if someone had blown it out. Soon, exhausted, she fell asleep. Then the door burst open and footsteps thundered across the bare floorboards.
Something was pulling the blankets from her face.The Ghostly Shed WARNING: This shed contains material which may be unsuitable for pupils in primary schools.
Teachers should watch the films in full before using them at their discretion with their pupils. Scary stories frighten the reader through suspense and shocks. Find out more in this Bitesize Primary KS2 English guide.
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This is a stimulus for writing a ghost story in KS1 or KS2 English. It can be played on an interactive whiteboard and used as a lesson starter.