Camp Nowhere Goosebumps Novels & Stories

she bent over the tape and swallowed as she walked into the camp ground, she could hear nothing but crickets, the squeaking sound of squirrels and somehow the creepy sound of night. She got to a point where she had to use her flash light, she turned on her phone flash light and kept checking the cabin at which the campers slept. Some of their stuff was still there except for the dried blood everywhere and maybe a little skin accompanied with rotten smells and the smell of blood.

“Wait—the camp?” Carolina nodded, bouncing slightly on her heels. “Yes. The self-growth one. With yoga, mindfulness, journaling, cold plunges, guided forest meditations—all of it.” Katherine gasped, covering her mouth. “The one we’ve been trying to get into for, like, three years?” Carolina raised a brow. “Babe. The one that sells out in twenty minutes every year. The one they cap at forty people max.” Katherine was speechless for a beat. “You actually got it?”

The growl of the creature lurking in the dark reverberated through the silent night, sending chills down everyone’s spine. Shadows stretched across the campsite, making it hard to see beyond the flickering flames of the campfire. Kieran’s friends glanced nervously at one another, their fear mirrored in their eyes as the creature drew closer, each step amplifying their dread.

Blame me? I worried at first they would want to camp at the party site, the place where former cheer captain Suzanne Collins was taken over by the creature Cesard, the same place he died in the first light of the sun. I knew if it were the case, it would be a deal breaker for me. No way was I going near where the messed up creature crispy crittered. But to my relief, we ended up on the north end of town in a small campground just opened for the season. Alison picked our site, naturally. We were right on the edge of the woods, closest to the bathroom. Typical. Although, I wasn't complaining. Nothing like staggering through the dark in the middle of the night when I really needed to pee.

The scent of Lyric's heat seeps through the cramped dorm room like rising floodwater, the suppressants she's been doubling for weeks now finally giving way completely. Her body had been sending warning signals—random flushes, heightened sensitivity, dreams that left her sheets damp—but nothing prepared her for this moment of total surrender. Lyric lies awake in her narrow dorm bed, sheets twisted around her legs, listening to Riley's steady breathing from across the room. The digital clock reads 3:17 AM. Her skin feels electric, too sensitive against even the soft cotton of her sleep shirt. She slides a hesitant hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding herself already slick and swol

He looked inside and he saw Blaze laughing. And he was laughing too. Callum was looking so cute. All flustered and blushed. Trying to hide the tent in his pajamas. "Oh god. Oh god. How would I sleep? Oh my god". He was chanting and Stephen was laughing. Maybe it was too much for him. "Come here Callum ". Stephen patted the spot next to him but Callum was standing there covering his ears. Stephen stood by his side. Gently cupping his warm cheeks.

_*]:min-w-0"> The security camera feed I'd hacked hours ago showed four figures approaching the old library basement from different directions. Desi arriving first, checking her phone for the meeting location. Otto appearing seconds later, his body language already aggressive from the blood moon's influence. Then Emilia, my dear sister, walking into my trap despite supposedly knowing better. _*]:min-w-0"> And finally, Cassio. The innocent bystander whose presence would make Otto's paranoia spike into violence. _*]:min-w-0"> Perfect. Absolutely perfect. _*]:min-w-0"> The blood moon hung overhead, bathing everything in crimson light that made even the camera feed look apocalyptic. I could prac

Chapter 5: A Whole School Of Freaks Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter could not believe what he'd been told let alone what he'd witnessed when he'd been in gym class. Conway Rollins, his roommate had been a rather large and brutal werewolf and easily slammed and tossed about the other large and powerful muscled brutes that happened also to be werewolves. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck as he attempted to make his way toward the heavy double doors only to be pounced upon by a rather giddy Conway Rollins who had reverted from his werewolf form to wrestle the smaller pale nerd amid the blue mattresses. Porter had been caught compl

Her muscles tensed, and a primal energy surged within her overriding her rational thoughts but she could still hear being called. It was as if every fibre of her being was awakening to a call, a siren call, a call she couldn't resist. The transformation began with a sharp, searing pain spreading from her fingertips to her toes. Nova clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth against the agony as her bones stretched and reshaped beneath her skin. Her body lengthening and shifting into a more feral form. Her senses heightened, each scent, sound, and sight amplified to an overwhelming degree. She could even hear the sound of the clanking plates that came falling from her grandmother's hands as she be

Aqua could hear their conversation echoing around her, vivid and clear. “We can’t ignore the changes, Mira. They’re not teaching these kids to protect them. They’re preparing them for something far more sinister,” her father said, urgency lacing his words. Her mother’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face. “But they trust us. We can help them. We have to believe they want what’s best for everyone.” The scene shifted again, and Aqua found herself standing outside the coven academy under a blanket of stars. It was the dead of night, and her parents were hurriedly packing their belongings into a car, shadows of fear etched across their faces.