Goosebumps An Old Story Novels & Stories

I stage whisper. “You’re going to frighten the boy with those spooky stories,” Jenni scolds. “I’m not scared.” Hayden puffs his chest out, all bravado. “I want to hear about Gordon.” Jenni brings over a package of hotdogs and a couple of roasting sticks, the kind that retract to get really small and easily transportable. She extends them and stabs a hotdog onto one before handing it to Hayden. “Did you know there was once gold discovered in these mountains?” I ask.

I had only smelled them once, when Grandmamma had taken me on an herb picking trip one time. My heart started beating a little faster. The odd, shuffling shoes shifted closer to me and I knew whoever these people were that they were standing close by, simply staring at me! My skin broke out all over in goosebumps. Who were they?! I was dying to open my eyes and see what I already knew in my heart, just couldn’t yet let myself believe. “We shouldn’t be here!” Whispered a man’s voice. “Well only get us all in trouble, my love!”

His big eyes stared at me with hope and anticipation. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my chest. He wrapped his tiny arm around my stomach. I started running my fingers in his silky hairs. It was a surreal feeling that I couldn’t explain in words. I felt the motherly instinct when I didn’t give birth to a child myself. “Will you tell me a ghost story, Mom?” He poked my cheek. “I don’t know any ghost story but I can tell you the story of a young prince who befriended a lion. It’s not a fairy tale.” I said.

She knew why I was here and what will I say as if she had magical powers to navigate things. "Do I have to go there, grandma?" I asked grandma pouting in front of her. The thought of going there after the rain was giving me a hell of butterflies but not what everybody feels. It feels chilly and eerie. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I promised not to let you step foot on that place again yet you have to." Grandma explained. I'm not feeling good about this. Every time I think of it I feel goosebumps and it's freaking me. This goosebumps I am feeling is a sign I should let go yet I am the only person who can handle the inevitable.

Then, everything fades. Darkness envelopes me. “Gramps, can you tell me a story?” I sit on the wooden patio stairs, a warm mug cupped in my hands. The stars glitter above us, and the breeze carries the scent of flowers and earth. These nights were rituals with my grandparents. Quiet, gentle moments. Safe moments. “Sure thing, kid,” Grandpa says, his voice gruff with affection. “Hmm... I wonder which story I should tell?” He pauses dramatically. “I know, how about the legend of the Moonborns?”

Something feels… wrong. *Werewolves*, I think suddenly, shivering. Stories my grandmother whispered… they were real once, people said. But not near the city—no one has seen one here for decades. Just stories. I push the thought aside. Don’t be ridiculous, Aurelia. It’s just the wind. Just your imagination. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything anymore. I just keep moving. Then I hear it; a low growl carried on the wind. My stomach flips.

He began the story. His voice was low and steady, perfectly pitched for drawing little listeners (and tired grown-ups) into sleep. It was an old story—one his own mother had told him, he had once mentioned in passing, in a moment of vulnerability that felt like a lifetime ago—about a little fox who got lost in the woods and found her way home by following the stars.

They suddenly got goosebumps when a gray with short thick fur werewolf behind them and the intimidating atmosphere it brings but they knew that they needed to explain as soon as possible or it would be an endless nagging for them. “We are sorry, mom. That old man, over here, told us a story about werewolves history and it was really interesting – ” “Yeah, and we didn’t notice that it was late already.” “What old man?” Their mother asked them through a mind link and they tilted their heads in confusion when the old man was literally behind them. Leo and Luke told her in synchronization while pointing behind them. “Behind us. Right there, at the bou – ”

the old man continued, eyes gleaming, “but a creature—ancient and starved—that disguises itself in bark and moss. It waits. Hungers. And when the moon is thin, it feeds.” He ended the story with a dramatic swish of his cloak and sat back down as the fire popped and sparked. Ryan leaned toward me, smirking. “Ten gold coins says that story’s based on a real thing.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably right.” After some time, I stood. “I need to… step away for a minute.” Ryan nodded. “Don’t get eaten by any whispering trees.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I slipped away from the firelight.

I ask. Something chirps in the woods, but it doesn't sound like a bird. It's a noise unlike anything I've ever heard, and it sends goosebumps along my arms. "You hear that?" I ask. The goblin points at the door. "I think he's inviting us inside his home." I crouch on the ground to get closer to his eye level. "I'm sorry, buddy. We can't fit through there. We're too big. Are you afraid of something in the woods? Is there something dangerous out there?"