NIGHTMARE FACE YOUR FEAR WEBSITE HOW TO
In shared writing, show children how to build up the tension by slowing the action down.Make sure the children choose a simple idea.
Start the story with this sort of opening, Gary had always been afraid of….To help the children write a version of the story, try the following ideas: Mention the thunder, lightning, wind, stars, moon, clouds and rain, e.g. Write a similar description using similes. Read the section where the storm is described. Use a repeating phrase to help, e.g.īecomes the entrance to the Minotaur’s lair. Write a short description of night-time in your room, turning familiar objects into frightening images.Draw a character graph to show how Sally’s feelings change during the story – label the ups and downs with words and phrases from the story.Hot seat Sally before the story and after the story.Role play the conversation between Mum and Sally when Sally tries to tell her mum about her fears.Deepen understanding with the following activities: Display it on the interactive whiteboard so that it can be seen by everyone. Make sure that they have heard the story being read and read it themselves as often as possible. This will help the less confident internalise the patterns. Loiter with the story for at least two or three days, if not longer. By the end of the story, the main character is no longer so afraid – the fear has diminished. The character then has to face their fear and overcome it. For their story they will need to choose something that their main character is afraid of.
Start by making a class list with the children – try to move them away from the clichés such as ‘Dracula’ and on to other sorts of fears. Everyone is afraid of all sorts of things. The Nightmare Man is built around a simple story idea – ‘facing your fear’.
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If you would like to share this story with your class on the whiteboard, you can download a copy from the following website Read the story on pages 18-19 and then try the following activities Building suspense Get a whiteboard-friendly version of Pie’s story… Soon the thin man became a dressing gown and the old man was just a chair with her clothes draped across it, ready for the next morning, ready for the sunlight. After that, the Nightmare Man never came back. She stared across her room, through the curtains at the distant lights of the tower and watched the tree’s shadow blowing in the wind. In that moment, as the lightning lit up the night, she realised that the Nightmare Man had not really existed at all. She also saw the tree by her window move in the wind, casting a dark shadow. The Nightmare Man had gone but Sally could see a distant tower, a tower with two red lights. Sally stepped back but at that very moment the lightning flashed, lighting up the night sky. She got the shock of her life because there he was, clinging to the window with his twin red eyes staring right at her. Heart thudding, she crept from her bed and peeked through the curtains. Surely, the Nightmare Man wouldn’t be out on a night like this? Sally just had to know. The night of the storm, Sally lay in her bed watching the old man and the thin man. Since that night Sally made sure that her curtains were tightly pulled together. Of course, she had told her mother but all she ever said was, ‘don’t be so silly’ or ‘hurry up and eat your breakfast’ or ‘not now, we’ll be late for school’. She had spent the rest of the night buried under the covers, waiting for dawn. Sally had seen him once, watching her through the window – a tall, dark shape with a cloak billowing out behind him and two red eyes that glowed. But, more than anything, she feared the Nightmare Man. Neither of them ever moved but she was sure that when she fell asleep they would be up and wandering round – peering at her sleeping face. Sally lay in the darkness every night watching the old man and the thin man. The dressing gown on the back of the door was like a thin man, leaning, waiting for her to sleep before he hobbled across the room towards her… The chair in the corner looked like an old man crouching down, ready to leap at her. As her eyes adjusted, vague shapes swam into view. One moment the room was bright the next split second and the room was darker than jet. Anything to delay the moment when the light was switched off, plunging her room into darkness. She hung around in the kitchen making excuses. Every night she didn’t want to go upstairs to bed. But what she feared the most was the darkness. At school, they called her the ‘fraidy girl’ because she seemed afraid of everything. Can your class write a tale of suspense after reading Pie Corbett's story about facing your fears?
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