Bride Of The Living Dummy Goosebumps Novels & Stories

The hum of the penthouse elevator pierced the afternoon lull, echoing off the marble and glass like a warning bell. Savannah, curled up with a novel she hadn’t turned a page in for over an hour, barely lifted her head. She was too tired to pretend to care—until the soft chime announced the arrival of someone unexpected. “Well, well. If it isn’t the ghost bride,” came a drawling voice laced with honey and venom.

Shade found her voice quiet familiar. He slowly lifted the veil only to gasp and step back as if he has seen a ghost. He even scared the bride “what the hell! You scared me” Grace said looking pissed

Miss Vera yelled out Anastasia's name but couldn't see a trace of her, and besides she was less concern now about the earth trembling since she had waited for the earth to break open and nothing of such happened. Two creatures were behind miss Vera whispering to themselves, although she couldn't hear them but could feel something like air around her neck which tickled her. The first wailed, “Didn't we frightened her enough?”. The second blinked and brought out its eyes sockets, it was a skeleton.

We were close enough to see goosebumps. He hoisted her up and threw her petrified body on the table, which looked solid just like in the movies, but it creaked and buckled under the force when she came down. The sound of the slam echoed through the grounds. We held our breath. “Please stop,” she whimpered. “Please don’t,” we whispered. “Shhh,” he cooed. His clown face now stretched into a mask of loving concern “You don’t have anything to be afraid of.” A flash of light reflected off the long blade he now held above her. “Except me, of course.”

The thought immediately brought another wave of nausea. The library at Blank Manor was full of the seven Elders of the Fell Pack—old men in suits with wrinkled hands and pocket watches tucked neatly into their waistcoats. They looked like relics from another century. I tried to keep my eyes on them, tried to appear like the Alpha they expected, but with the worst hangover of my life clawing through my skull, it was a losing battle.

“Where did you get this?” She looked at her mother with a pointed look, clearly telling her that she knew where she got it. Turning it over, she showed her mother the seal, tapping her index against it twice for emphasis. There was no denying its source or that it was real. This was happening, as weird and unreal as it may feel. “But that means…well, that means she was kidnapped!”

Half of the room went dark. And in the darkness, I saw someone standing near my kitchen table. Tall and standing still watching me. My whole body went ice. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. The figure slowly carried its head then raised one hand and pointed it at the flowers. And whispered. “You brought him home.” The lights came back on. The kitchen was empty, and no one was there. But the air inside my apartment felt super heavy, like someone was still there. I rushed inside my room and slammed the door shut.

But before we can do anything, Marius already covered everything with fire. That's when we saw some ugly creatures trying to get inside. He made a circle of fire to protect us! How did he even know about that? The ghost bride keeps on screaming now. She's a ghost but she's scared of monsters. I wonder how she's not scared of vampires like us.

The old man whispered. When the zombies are approaching near Hannah, she can't stand, walk or run because she can't get out from her position. So, she holds her breath and she didn't move. She played as a dead person, not moving, not breathing the whole time. The zombie looked at her and smelled her. The zombie looked at her the closest it can.

Dima's ghostly form slid inside, its chill spreading like poison through the air. It crept toward the bed where Miranda was breathing deeply, fast asleep. But suddenly—with a sudden movement—Miranda sat upright. Her eyes widened in terror as a deafening scream erupted from her throat, a scream that shook the villa to its foundations, as if it had summoned the gates of hell. --- Inside Malik and Dima's room: Dima (with a cold smile): That damned maid... she screamed. She must have sensed the evil spirits lurking around her. Malik (with unsettling calm): Excellent... Uncle Hussein and Aunt Amal are awake now, trembling with fear.