Goosebumps Book Pictures Novels & Stories

he explained. “Okay, great,” I replied, looking over the books. The romance was a bodice-ripper, I could tell by the cover. I reached for the mystery. Stumpy held it out of my reach. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to pay the fee.” “Fee?” I echoed. “Give Stumpy a squeeze, and you can have the book,” Stumpy said. A squeeze? Cautiously, I opened my arms for a hug. Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead.

she yelled waving to us. I walked over to where Mum was standing with Zee behind me, still gripping my shirt. Mum had a big blue book in her hand and was pointing to a page. I took the book and looked at it closely. There was a silhouette of a girl with the same marking on her neck as Zee, three moons in different stages of phasing. I read the blurb next to it out loud,

Hm, this book is all about different kinds of creatures. An amused smile stretched on my lips as I flipped the next page. This book is quite interesting. Upon turning the pages, an old picture fell from the book. Lowering my head, I picked up the piece of paper. It was a ripped picture from an old newspaper. It was a picture of several men, I recognized only Ambrose. The other faces were unfamiliar. “Emberton, 1700,” My lips parted at the date that was written behind the piece of newspaper.

Daniel crosses his arms immediately bringing out his serious face. “I was making a research last night in my dad’s library, I found more books that explained things to me” she took out a little jotter from her backpack and we surrounded her as she opened it, there were diagrams of some creatures there, one looked like a werewolf but in a bigger form. “This", I pointed to the picture. "What is it called?”

Goosebumps appear on my skin and disgust fills me up. I can’t do this, I can’t let him keep touching me like that. My skin crawls with disgust, as I feel his hand on my lower stomach. I hold back the urge to vomit as I begin to struggle to get out of the chair. I attempt to force my hand out of the ropes. Right now I don’t care if my waist gets bruised or not, all I care about is getting my hands free so I can punch the hell out of this son of a bitch. He smirks at my struggle and uses his thumb to crease my cheek.

|| Author POV || Goosebumps filled Rosa’s body. The pure horror filled her veins like ice. The hair on her body stood violently as terror flashed infront her naive eyes. Her vision blurred. Eyes watered uncontrollably at the nightmare before her. A man, barely recognizable as one was chained to a wooden chair. His head slumped grotesquely. Half of his scalp missing. His throat was scattered, bloods dripping down, revealing mangled flesh. Bloods covered his body. His face, it was melted. Burned meats. Acid? The thought alone twisted her stomach into knots.

Belle narrowed her eyes at the last words of the papers that were cut off as the ink faded as though a drop of water had fallen in it. Belle who thought the list to be both frighteningly odd and chilling, decided to find more from the book she saw. After more investigation, she studied the last page of the book with her sister’s small handwriting, “I will wait for you in my most special place.” Goosebumps covered Belle’s arms. She pushed herself from the book, not knowing the large shadow of a person enlarging behind her. The black hands were the exact same pair of hands that had been hiding behind the table earlier. It slowly tried to cover her neck, inching in an unpredictable timing.

“What are you doing? “ Following your suggestion. Madison answered. Doing a little research. Madison used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,” “I just saw poking out of the shelf down there. I cannot explain it, but I think this might give us the answers we need,” “Mysterious cakes. Strange books. Talking cats. After everything we have gone through so far, nothing is going to surprise me again,” April G remarked as she shook her head. Madison stopped flipping through the bo

That woman is a witch. I lay on my side, and I noticed the book I had taken from Grandpa's room pecking at the pocket of my bag. I took it out and opened the first page. I chuckled to see that he had drawn a tiny rabbit on top of the letter T. It's a toddler book, so the words are bigger than in normal books. I open the next page, and there's one letter with a rabbit drawn on it again. This time, it is the letter H. The rabbit is cute. I don't know, Grandpa is good at drawing.

I need to make her feel safe around me and not make me look like one of the bad guys. "Jo, don't be afraid," I say in a low and sweet voice. "I'm not here to hurt you. What's the name of your bunny?" "T-Thumper..." She replies. That's the same name she gave to her old bunny plushie, the one her mother gave her when she was one year old. She named it after the character from Bambi - one of her favorite Disney films. Jo never left that plushie behind until her mother passed away. "Thumper, that is a cute name," I smile.