Sandra Greaves

Winner of SCBWI's Undiscovered Voices 2012

The official website for Sandra Greaves, author of The Skull in the Wood , a contemporary ghost story set on Dartmoor for 10+ readers.

Super spookiness

Some fabulous stories from Year 5 pupils at Broadclyst Community Primary School - you’re a very scary bunch of writers! Here are a few of my favourite bits.

A lovely one from Charlotte, with a great picture:

“Amber stood there in the cold. She squeezed her pleated skirt. Took a breath to her to guide the way. The cave looked cold and felt it too. Amber looked around. The walls were lumpy and bumpy. The floor was soggy and squelched with every step…”


Another spine-tingling story - alas no name on it - but congratulations - so well writtten!

She should never have taken that dare. Her friends and Janet egged her on, standing well back. Sybil walked up the stairs and flung the huge door open. Janet and Clara screamed and ran off. “Some friends,” said Sybil, tutting. She walked inside, arms out, fumbling for a light switch. Sybil reached out and touched something rough, polished. She drew her hand away. When she finally reached the light switch she realised that what she had been touching was a skull. A human skull…..

She saw something glinting through the eye holes. She picked it up gingerly and shook it. A rattling came from inside. She cracked the skull against the wooden floorboards. Inside was a curious metal box….

And another one from Cherelle - I loved this!

“I backed away slowly but I tripped. When I opened my eyes, I was in a room that looked gruesome and right beside me was a tombstone that said in dripping red liquid “Charlotte’s Grave. Died 26/3/20. Born 26/3/06. Charlotte was my name and there was a grave saying I’m going to die on my birthday next year.”

Finally, a terrific bit from Freya’s story. What great writing!

“Next to it was a box. Lily opened it, hands trembling. Inside was a locket. She swept the dust off and held it close to her heart. Distant memories came back to her of when she was a baby. She could almost see her parents’ gleaming faces and feel their hands cradling her. Then it all came back – the screams, the fire, the blackness….”

Thank you and well done to all the fantastic writers at both Broadclyst and Yeo Valley schools.

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