Novel & Cerita Goosebumps: A Night In Terror Tower Episode

When she died, something in him changed, as if the ground beneath his feet had cracked and he was trying to stand on broken earth. Not long after her funeral, the nights turned strange. Around midnight his door would fly open and Horris would burst into the yard barefoot, eyes wild, tears running down his face. His voice carried through the whole of Ashwood. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” he would scream, fighting against hands trying to hold him back. Men rushed from their homes, women peered through windows, and Kaelith and I stood shaking in our doorways as he struggled and sobbed. Every night it was the same words, the same terror in his voice.

Sudden dread creeps goosebumps upon my skin as I leap to my feet from the couch. No! This cannot be happening! Was it Grigori behind that note?! Or was it Bev?! Horrified, I toss the paperback on the coffee table. Right as I turn to flee out, strong hand clamps over my mouth from the back. _____ ✿⁠ please vote and comment ✿⁠

Goddammit, those FUCKING cameras still banged at my mind, like a tapeworm nibbling and nibbling until there was nothing left but black inky blankness. I swallowed the rebuff on the tip of my tongue reflexively as goosebumps broke out on my skin. There was something about the way he stared down at me from the tower of his broad chest, the way his eyes danced over my body, hard and unsmiling, that told me it was better to keep shut. A new kind of fear wormed its way into my back, something different from the rush of nervous energy the Umbrella Man brought. Whoever this was, I did not want to mess with him. Not when he could bend me over his knee and snap me like s dried up twig.

Destiny clung to me, her voice filled with terror, piercing the stillness of the moment. I let out a piercing scream, but instead of the expected sound, all that came out was a hoarse croak. My mouth felt obstructed, as if something was lodged in it, preventing any coherent sound from escaping. Panic surged through me, and I wildly flailed my arms, desperately trying to rid myself of whatever was holding me down. Horror washed over me as I realized that the tentacles were still firmly embedded in my skin, sending shivers of revulsion up my spine. In the midst of my terror, a disembodied voice floated towards me, attempting to calm me down. "Mr. Barrington, calm down. You're safe. Take a deep

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

He simply walked passed them in silence, bringing up a sense of dread in their hearts. Calhoun found himself at his tower window again. Even if he looked hard, he wouldn't find her. He stared at the full moon. It was full and his eyes shone brighter. As soon as his body began to morph, he felt a grip on his left arm. Calhoun turned aggressively to find George behind him, silently telling him not to go.

Yawning, I take a drink of water from the night stand, before getting in bed and pulling up the covers. Just as I close my eyes, I hear a familiar scratching noise from the closet. Opening them, I bolt up in bed. Bubba, my fearless monster slayer is laying on the floor comatose, but he hears it too and jumps up. I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet.

The next item that grabbed Eve's attention was even more shocking. Eve ventured closer to get a better look at it and when she did she was bewildered. Eve recognized her g-string pants hooked by the side of the window. Taking it out she peered into the night, her heart raced increasing she instantly shit the window. Eve was hyperventilating, she hurried inside the kitchen now taking a glass of water as she erased the mental picture that showed up in her head. She had always been afraid of the night, ever since her parent's death. Much less being intruded inside her home, Eve would go insane. She was going to give Bobby a piece of her mind after this, he just scared her and he was going to pa

You get the point~ right? Goosebumps cover my entire body. Something seems off and this is the worst feeling I have felt in a long time. The last time I felt like this was when I was left in an elevator by my mother. It was an accident and I was just eight years old when that happened. But now, this is more intense and worse. I climb up on the... Podium? And stand before the other creatures. I don't make a move from where the creature left me and I watch in silence as it walks towards its fellow... Creatures.

He burst through the main doors—only for a tentacle to lash out and snatch him into the gym. “NICK!” Gabe screamed, sprinting forward. He threw open the doors and charged inside. A sprinkler tentacle had wrapped itself around Nick’s body and flung him violently across the room. Dean, Rachel, and Prue were on the far side, still dodging the slow but deadly strikes from the overhead piping. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Gabe bellowed. Dean ducked a strike and shouted sarcastically, “What does it look like we’re doing? Making donations?!”