Goosebumps: A Night In Terror Tower Episode Novels & Stories

How could he erase the horrendous events he experienced and the effect they had on him? The cool night air from the open window wafted across the bed sending a shiver through his body. He slipped under the covers, and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come soon. **** The night terror started out slow, then picked up its pace. Dillon heard the sounds of the night animals magnified in the quiet night. A machete slicing through thick foliage grew louder and louder as it came closer and closer. Hard to breathe in the thick wet air, he inhaled an agonizing breath.

Then, I signaled for Koskov to stay quiet as well. "But aren't we wasting our time here?" butted one of the goons as a stone landed on my feet. "This is butt-crack insane." A hand grabbed the rock we were hiding in and the three of us came to our knees. "We look the other way. It’s harder to find them when darkness strike." The hand disappeared and our breathing came back to normal. Minutes passed and the horror music they brought us muted down. "They are just the first group, we have to expect more," I gave a warning. "We need to find a place for the night and I swear there's a grumpy monster in my stomach."

“Guess correctly, and maybe I’ll let you watch him fall!” Silence was his only answer. “Where is he?!” David screamed. “Find him!” The torches swept the room, finally landing on the wooden tub. The assistant dropped his phone, the light spinning on the floor. “Spirit! It’s a vengeful spirit!” Blood was leaking from the eyes and lips of the corpse in the water. In the flickering torchlight, it looked like a monster rising from the depths. The assistant bolted, screaming. The guards followed, their predatory instincts replaced by primal fear.

More than enough. Then something strange happened. The clock outside in the hall began to beat. Once. Two times. Three times. Twenty. The last blow echoed through the whole house. And right now Leon stopped. His face lost any color. ‘No’ For the first time, real panic sounded in his voice. “No, no, no...” The five drove around. “What is it?” Leon stared at the door. Not to the room door. To the tower. His hands trembled. “That should not have happened.”

She made her way to the bed, feeling so uneasy when she lay on the bed. She wasn’t sure but she felt the goose bump on her body. There was something wrong with the room and she can’t point a finger at it. Inez had no choice but to keep everything aside, she dropped all thought making it way up her mind, and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her away. It wasn’t long before she felt something crawling up her skin, the snarling was loud and she was beginning to find it hard to breathe. She gasped for air, opening her eyes, only to see something black and big trying to strangle her to death.

Time seems paused to me. Whenever I glanced at the clock it was showing the same time and sometimes with slight moving ahead. There was no window. The darkest part of time was coming next, The Night, when eminently crimes happen. I peered again. Clock was showing, seven o'clock on my phone in the evening. I got a knock on the door. It jolted me, making my heart pounding at speed. It was getting dark, I felt goosebumps on my neck as I was watching a horror movie. It was a worse feeling than watching a horror movie, specially when you didn't feel safe. I didn't answer it. Second time, knocking grew louder. They couldn't break the door, could they? Hesitantly, I stepped on the floor and timidly

This seems new, and yet everything is here and exactly as I remember. It's dull, night, although it’s not darkness so it must be summer, and I know I’m supposed to be asleep, but something stirred me from my dreams of my mother and father running through our meadow in a game of tag. My senses alerting me to the window in the far corner, and I watch in terrified silence, of a vulnerable child, as something begins climbing in with precise movements and silent intent. My heart hitches, racing, and pulsing so profoundly I feel it may rip from my chest. Frozen in terror, unable to cry out for fear the monster climbing in may see me if I make a noise.

It was a sound that sent shivers down their spines, a sound that could only be described as pure terror. Jessica’s heart hammered against her ribs, a cold dread constricting her throat. The full moon. The night of Draven"s curse. The night when the primal instincts of the beast within him would take over, transforming him into a bloodthirsty predator. The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow. This was it. The night she had dreaded, the night her fears had come true.

It was images of a teenage boy, shrieking, as something—a monster—grabbed his ankle and heaved him down below the ground into the darkness. My eyes flew open, and I pushed the memory aside. How it came to be in my mind was beyond me, but I felt Gibbon was even closer now than he had been before. I wasn’t scared for my sister, though, as she and Aaron carefully made their way down the stairs into nothingness. They would find horrors at the end of that tunnel, but Gibbon wasn’t down there.

It slid down my temples and soaked the bedsheets. The gentle wind blowing against my skin was like the chilly gusts in winter, causing me to have goosebumps break out on my skin. I felt my skin crawl. I did not want this anymore. All I felt was terror. I could no longer bear it and shot up from the bed. Dad was caressing my calf at that moment. Clearly, he was not expecting my reaction. While he asked, concerned, what was wrong, I caught a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of annoyance in his eyes.