Novel & Cerita Goosebumps An Old Story

So, we usually just tell the simple parts. That the house was very old. That it weathered many harsh winters. That there were always too many people talking at once. Too many shoes in the hallway. Too many photos on the walls. And that you never stayed hungry or lonely there for long. That’s usually enough. Because by then, people already have goosebumps. Sometimes, children who used to be our neighbors come back. Grown up now. With families of their own. They point at the house and tell their children:

I squeezed my eyes shut, sweat dampening my skin. "Look at me, Rhea. You know you want to. It's me, mum. It's just me, sugar plum. Don't be afraid. I'm waiting for you. Let mum in" he said and goosebumps invaded my skin, a shiver running down my spine. Mum had told me stories of this kind of creature, but I'd never encountered one until now. It was a terrifying creature. It dug deep into your mind to find the things you loved so much, the things you craved for.

Then the chief started to make clear to them, “Huh… I think you can’t understand the question thoroughly so let me rephrase it. Did you guys see some weird things like people disappearing from the place suddenly or talking about ghosts or blah blah blah…” After he said it, they were thinking for some minutes and one of the boys said that his mother was talking about an old greenhouse which had been destroyed by some accident and was being possessed by ghosts and that’s why we all are planning to go there…” As soon as he started to talk about their plan, one of his friends beat his hand and the boy stopped talking about it and finished the sentence by telling. “I think that’s what my mother t

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“So. What did you find?” “Well,” he said, swelling up with pride, “it’s a story. An old legend, about this good vampire that helped people, and had healing powers.” As he spoke, he bent beneath to table to dig around in his backpack. Slowly, reverently, he pulled out an ancient tome, and placed it gently on the table next to the pumpkin.

"How do you know about that mythical creature?" Govind asked, walking deep into the woods. Ghosavasu answered, "I had heard it in mythical stories during my early days. I was once in a country of merchants, and this story of a traveller was particularly popular there." His eyes scanned for dangers lurking around. "What story?" wondered Govind.

My bare feet connect with the cold floor, numbing my inner feet completely, This was a bad idea. That I knew, unfortunately when I made a left turn and found a few stairs which let up, that was where the sounds were coming from. There was a dark passageway, it was dimly lit. I didn't hesitate as I climbed the stairs until I was at the top staircase. Further ahead, I could see a door. Something about the place gave me the creeps. A strange feeling crawled on my skin like fire ants, causing goosebumps,

When he finally calmed down, the old man bragged, "Do you know about the hill on the east?" "Why wouldn't we?" a balding geezer replied. "It was a mass grave that not even the spirits would venture. What could happen there?" The old man laughed. "Even the spirits wouldn't dare venture? It's exactly because you don't dare to go that you wouldn't know what has become of that place!" A geezer with a goatee snorted. "What has become of that place, you ask? My pup just happened to run up there a couple of years ago, so I've been there myself. There wasn't a soul to be seen!"

Her words were filled with terror and a desperate attempt to safeguard us from the impending disaster that night. Time marched on, and each morning, Florence was surprised to find herself rousing from sleep, despite her growing distaste for the daily ritual. She already hated waking up. Although her grandmother had departed, her aunt stepped in to ensure Florence's educational journey, providing the necessary support for her high school diploma. Florence’s aunt generously covered all expenses, even though she had her own son, the same age as Florence’s, to consider.

an eerie voice that strangely caused goosebumps to wash over my sweaty skin whispered into my ear. I wanted to spin around and crush whatever had their disgusting hand on me but I realized that that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t move from the spot and it felt like my body was freezing. I slowly realized that whatever had its grip on me wasn’t a mere creature. It had to be something more powerful than the ancient creatures of the East. Something that was able to tame my immortal powers.