Camp Nowhere Goosebumps Novels & Stories

He is to return soon. “Oh, did you hear? The whole class is planning a camping trip after midterms. There's this cave someone discovered. They claim it's haunted and several people have died there so they hear their voices at night. It's the perfect spot. There's going to be a bonfire, a party, and so much more.” I lifted my head up from what I was reading and looked at her. “Why do you enjoy death?” The smile dropped from her face and I could see the exact moment her face ran cold.

"You brought us into this cabin." I was totally confused as to what was going on. "Veronica was trying to clean the floor earlier and that was how she discovered it." She continued. "I went down there and do you know what I saw?" "I—" "Two freaking skeletons!" She raised her voice, her eyes burning with anger as she flared her hand in the air. "Skeletons of vampires!" "What?" I could not believe my ears. "Vampires?" "Do you want to go down there and see things for yourself?"

In the back of my mind, I had a feeling something was going on, and while I am glad when big picture problems of the Clandestine Ternion—our two branches of it, anyway, Vampire Hunters and Guardians—affect me, it almost always means I will have to do something uncomfortable. “All right. There was a Vampire attack last night at a campground in California. A girl about your age and her dad were camping, and a Vampire attacked him. He didn’t make, it but she ran and was able to get help from a park ranger.” “That must be some fierce park ranger,” Brandon noted.

My duty as a Luna compelled me to confront the unknown head-on, to face whatever awaited us on the desolate outskirts. The SUV came to a halt near the location Nixon had specified. We stepped out into the chilly night, the scent of damp earth and the distant howls of unseen creatures filling the air. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the landscape, revealing an abandoned building that stood like a solemn sentinel in the darkness. We approached cautiously, the crunch of gravel beneath their boots resonating in the quietude. The entrance to the building loomed ahead, a foreboding portal into the unknown. I sniffed, trying to find any scent of those bloodsuckers, but couldn’t find any.

Moans twisted into screams. One of the campers stood, uneasy. “That… didn’t sound right.” The other two followed, stumbling into the woods. Branches whipped against their arms as they neared the clearing— And froze. The boy lay sprawled naked on the ground, his chest caved in, eyes glassy. On top of him crouched the girl, her mouth drenched in red, her eyes black voids that swallowed the light. She looked up at them and screamed. The sound wasn’t human—it was hunger given voice.

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.

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.