Goosebump Book Collection Novels & Stories

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

Elias grabbed my hand tight. “This way,” he whispered urgently. “Don’t make a sound.” My heart raced as he pulled me deeper into the dark stacks. We moved fast but careful, stepping around carts and avoiding loose books on the floor. The flashlight beams from the power crew swept across the far end of the basement. Voices echoed. “Anyone down here? Maintenance check!” Elias led me behind a tall row of old reference books, the kind nobody touched anymore. We squeezed into a narrow gap between two heavy shelves. My back pressed against one. His body shielded me from the front. We were so close I could feel his chest rising and falling fast.

The number might be lower today than it was last week. I only knew of three new people who'd been born and one who left. That meant seventeen other kids had joined the community in six years. "They've had a baby boom. They're up nineteen. It was seventeen ninety." Eason craned his head, keeping his focus on the city limit sign as we passed it. "Wow." That one word held so much wonder. Like a child at an aquarium or an amusement park, his jaw hung slightly ajar as he stared in amazement. Or it might have been the acres of blackened fields that stunned him.

Looking at Lila, he said with a soft smile, “By all means, pack them.” “Did Steven Giles cough up more funds for research?” Lila quizzed. “Is he making us move? I don’t understand.” Carefully placing the lid on the oversized plastic tub that contained his research files, Jasper stopped working and took the time to properly explain things to his assistant.

“That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.” … Everybody threw around their opinions. Ethan trembled in fear. My heart went out to him. Fearing Ethan might go into shock from the emotional strain, I scooped him up and turned to leave at once. However, Andrew stood in my way and said arrogantly, “You can’t leave. You need to pay up for injuring my baby girl. “It’s going to cost you a million bucks for the vet bills and mental trauma.” I furrowed my brows. The onlookers gasped sharply.

This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about. Goose has been walking around in his fucking saggy, white briefs because of the temperature inside the house since we arrived. For some reason he makes me think of my dead heads, the stuffed animals that populated my home in California before the prick Austin burned it down. I miss those fucking animals and had managed to replace a few at the last rental. Moon burned the fuck out of those too and he's even higher on my hit list now. Goose belches disturbing the quiet and my thinking. Glancing at the fuckface, I imagine how his head would look on a nice piece of polished, cherry wood. If we had time, I'd visit the taxidermist who so

What I wouldn't give to kiss his tiny hands again, or snuggle his little body against my chest just one more time. I laid my favorite outfit of his on top of my tummy, the way I'd done before he'd been born. I had an entire outfit on my bump...a little blue onesie with a bear on the chest and soft white pants to go over it. But it was the socks, they had little bears on each of the toes, that I loved so much. I fought like hell keeping those socks on Joshua's feet, but every time he wiggled his toes, I'd giggled at the way the tiny bears moved. I set the outfit aside, unable to part with it and continued through the things in this container. It was all clothes, and while I hated to let them

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title. My fingers were tracing the gold letters on the cover when I heard the door of the library open up and a voice. “What are you doing here?”

One bolt cutter later and she had the gate wide open for passage. The small space had collected dust over the years, but what lingered within raised goosebumps on her arm. It was as if once the gate was opened by someone other than Janice, an aura of uneasiness settled in her stomach and she felt unwelcomed. However, she pushed past the unwanted feeling and hunted through the stacks of worn out titles in hopes to find something. Anything for that matter. Yet the books she came across seemed more like grimoires than anything.