Goosebumps Book Horrorland Novels & Stories

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

Heather screamed as the dreaded liquid entered her mouth, and she puked. Gathering her energy, she called for the intruder. “Who is there?” The footsteps rushed on the floor above her. Heather heard them clearly. She opted to analyze where they went. ‘Was someone conspiring to kill her?’ She mused. Eager to find the culprit, she signed her fear away for the night and ambled ahead into the harrowing tragedy awaiting her. The sky thundered, but Heather kept going forward with short and hesitant steps, her maxi dress flew with the breeze. Holding the sides in her fists, she continued her mission to search for the terror that surrounded the mansion. She scrutinized every nook and corner. Her hea

Raven explained without waiting for Gia’s question. “Really?” Gia exclaimed excitedly. This was excellent news. Jasper's constant attention to his laptop made staying at the old castle unenjoyable. And the man Gia was just thinking of appeared, walking out of the castle to greet Raven. “This is going to be fun! This place is amazing.” Rose squeezed Gia’s hand enthusiastically. Unlike Gia, Rose loved anything horror-related, so the old castle felt like a playground to her. Gia led Rose inside, and Rose’s eyes sparkled even more. She gazed in awe at the horror-themed chandelier, despite it not being her first time seeing it. Jasper had probably shown her everything in the house before Gia and

His mother half yelled. Xan hunny.. food is ready. Lexa yelled. Okay Mom.. I'll be down there very soon. Roxanne half yelled too. God! This horror book wasn't horrific at all. It was enticing..she wanted nothing except the book. She was already in the Fourth chapter, the chapter was all about humans transforming into wolves during every full moon. There was a small note saying; _I *wrote this book_ _because I want_ _every other teenager_ _out there, who has been_ _given the gift to transform_ _every full moon to be Happy_ _about their gift._

Lucas dreamed of hands reaching upward. Emily woke with blood on her palms and didn’t know why. At the edge of Hollow Hill, beneath the moss where no grass had grown for centuries… A green shoot had broken the earth. Only one. But its leaves curled in a spiral.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

I would've taken the time to appreciate the movie reference if I wasn't so terrified. Goosebumps covered every inch of my skin. I wanted to scream but nothing left my lips. I gulped. I looked down at the bathtub full of blood, at least that was what it seemed. There was something poking out slightly out of the water. With shaky hands, I reached out and dipped my hand in the water. Feeling something hard in it, I grasped it and pulled it out only to throw it back into the water while I stumbled backwards due to fright.

My breath fogged in the cold air of my room, and I swore I saw shadows curling beneath the door before they vanished. I didn’t sleep after that. Instead, I rose before dawn and headed out toward the Bonewood. It wasn’t part of our usual territory—not claimed, not watched. The Bonewood was ancient, wild, a place even rogues avoided. Some said it was cursed. Others said it was the place where the curse had started. I didn’t tell Mara where I was going. I couldn’t. She’d try to stop me. Silas might’ve too. But I needed answers. And the dreams were pulling me here.

Ba-dump. As I crossed the worn threshold into the family room, I stumbled over some overturned furniture, the chaotic scene creating a sense of disarray that mirrored my own growing anxiety. Fragments of porcelain lay strewn across the grey carpet, leading ominously to what had once been Adam's grandmother's urn. Ashes were smeared along the pathway, gradually fading into footprints that ventured deeper into the narrow hallway. I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively wiping down my pants as I noticed the oppressive heat wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. Bat held high, I followed the trail of prints, every step drawing me closer to an impending dread, like a character in a horror movie

All Gore knew was if witches and vampires were working together to come after Harlow, it meant serious trouble. Gore tried to reach for the child, but she only backed herself more under the desk, crying, "bat wot." He didn't blame her for being afraid of him. Seeing his wolf form must have been terrifying for her. "No Harlow, I won't hurt you." He reached out a hand for her again. "No." She screamed louder. Gore felt a small shock running through his body. "Please Harlow, I will never hurt you, no bad wolf, it's me Gore." He plead.