Camp Nowhere Goosebumps Novels & Stories

His movement was graceful, almost like he was floating over the leaves. The creature was on the hunt, driven by pure lust, blood lust, focused on his destination; a camping ground in a small clearing, surrounded by pine trees. A gentle breeze blew over the leaves and a young lady shivered, pulling her sweater around her shoulders tighter. She didn't want to come, but her sister forced her to because their parents wouldn't allow her to go camping unless she tagged along. And now as sh3 sat on the stump, all she could think about was Jason from 'Friday the 13th' because that was all the boys were talking about.

Students swarmed the place a lot, even old students. I pushed my chair towards the photocopy machine as I quickly helped the girl to photocopy her documents. I pushed my chair back to the computer I was using before stretching the papers to her. "Thank you" she muttered standing up while I nodded in reply. I reached for my phone inside my bag and unlocked it. I clicked on my Boomplay and clicked on "Kinda Crazy" by Selena Gomez. Being the programmer that I am, I had modified my phone a lot. The song blast through the cafe as the boys peeped at me but I didn't bother to meet their gazes. They seemed to have started enjoying it because Felix started nodding his head to the music.

There's no way he's trying to escape his responsibility of being my personal nurse—when I'm the one who took care of him when he's sick! Straight men and their audacity. I stood up from my bed to grab Damian's phone. I should start scheduling appointments from derma clinics after I get out of here. I have to know if this will cause infection—that will be the end of my world. While I'm busy using Damian's phone, I heard a commotion outside of the cabin. Without hesitation, I sprint out of the cabin—leaving Damian's phone on the bed. As I walked outside, I saw the nuns and the other people of the camp surrounding something unknown. It's a UFO—Unidentified F*cking Obstruction of peace.

Campbell, moved up beside me, his dark hair slicked back with sweat, his eyes glowing faintly gold beneath the moonlight. “You smell that?” i asked, nostrils flaring. Campbell sniffed, then nodded grimly. “It’s not ours. They’ve crossed the line again.” " They are coming. He stated his eyes spitting fire My jaw tightened. “Then they’re testing us.” “They’ve been testing us for weeks,” Campbell muttered. “This is the third time in a month they’ve marked this far north.” My wolf rumbled, a low growl of warning and rage. “And this time,” he said, his eyes flashing amber, “they’ll learn the price of trespass.”

Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I heard something—a low growl, deep and primal, cutting through the night. I froze, camera dangling, my breath visible in the chilly air. The growl came

Initially, it bothered me, but the longer I was around them, the more I empathized with them. My Mother Nature enthusiasts and I took a camping trip. We drove eight hours to the Upper Peninsula and stayed in a cabin. On our first night there, we had a bonfire by the lake. Naturally, everyone wanted to tell scary stories. We started hearing movement in the woods in the middle of my story. I shush everyone and whisper, "Did you hear that?" A guy named Sean whispers, "Yes! What the fuh?" We all stand to run when we hear, "Hello."

“You were walking home today. We met at a bar and we discussed a few things and I accompanied you home. That's all that happened.” “You walked me home.” “Vampires don't exist.” “They don't exist.” Lynette quavered. After he finished those words, she couldn't see him anymore. She sighed before unlocking the door and entering the house. The moon had disappeared from the skies, the clouds were darker, and flashlights were glinting across the streets. Colby jumped out of bed and hurried to the kitchen, he closed the half-opened window before trudging toward the dining table. They were sitting in the kitchen/dining hybrid. Aiden and Beckham were sitting opposite each other while Colby and Elijah

"As Cruz said, you need to make them proud. You need to find the will to live... for them." I nodded, rising to my feet. But even though I ran for a while and had jumped off a balcony and a stone fence, I didn't feel tired. Just emotionally drained. "I'm sorry if I scared Daphne." "It's okay." Xander chuckled. "She was startled, but no worse for wear." "I'm sure she won't forget it any time soon." Elias laughed. "It's rare when wolves shift inside the Compound." "Is there a law against it?" I cringed. If there was, then I had just broken it in spades.

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

I miss quiet nights alone with my mate, drinking hot chocolate and watching bad late-night television. I hate having sex in the tent. Supernatural creatures that could both smell and hear us, no matter how quiet we try to be, surround us. And it invariably attracts the nymphs to our tent like flies to shit. But it’s snowing, the campground is quiet. Even the nymphs don't want to be outside tonight. The only movement comes from the vampires patrolling the air and ground. They’re the only creatures able to withstand the extreme temperatures long enough. I slide my hand between Willow’s legs, listening to her soft little moans, inhaling the scent of her arousal and sex that fills the tent.