Goosebumps Dummies Novels & Stories

“I… .. cold.. fine.. “ different words flew out from my mouth without control. Damien took his hand off my head and touched my forehead trying to check out for cold. “How so? Your temperature is normal" he asked puzzled. How could I explain to him that his actions were making me uncomfortable? Damien touched my neck and my body released a strange sensation from my spine, to my chest, to my stomach and in between my legs. Damien noticed the strange movements in my body and moved away. “What's wrong? Goosebumps? Are you irritated?

On the arena. Dumbo took a deep breath, and his body unexpectedly became even bigger. The bulging muscles under the yellow shirt almost tore his clothes. There was a stream of yellow airflow slowly emerging around him. The lower hem of his clothes rose without a wind; his two hands stretched out like the claws of a giant, and a stream of scary momentum burst out. Facing Ding Hao, he did not dare to imply any slight. Boom! When he took a step, the whole arena shook. Gravel dust ran under Dumbo's feet. Wherever he passed, he left clear footprints on the hardest bluestone ground.

My entire skin is dotted with goosebumps. Linc still has my hands held above my head. He is not letting go. I hear his zip go down behind me and he grabs onto my hips immediately, I part my thighs and try to be stable in my position with my weak legs, but when he drives into me, hard and deep without a warning, I am pushed roughly against the door and I cry out. "Fuucck!" "Fuucck!"

The chilling atmosphere sent shivers down everyone's spine. The people who waited in line screamed because they felt the presence of evil spirits. They quickly backed away. Sammy and Dom were also frightened, turning pale. They stood close to Wilbur and did not dare to move an inch. "My Ghost Formation Spell will take your life away," yelled Moose. Wilbur sneered and said, "Don't speak so highly of bad voodoo." Moose turned angry from indignation. He yelled in a rageful tone, "Die!" Countless ghosts appeared in an instant. They lunged toward Wilbur with sharp claws.

"Sorry, that was unwelcome trouble." With an easygoing smile, Dima seemed ready to comfort her with a pat on the head, but as his hand approached, Kartika instinctively stepped aside, avoiding his touch. His fingers paused in the air for a moment before he withdrew, disguising any hurt and returning to his nonchalant demeanor. "It's no trouble at all." Remembering when Dima casually discarded his handkerchief, Kartika questioned whether his time abroad had caused him to develop a phobia of uncleanliness. He’d been so quick to clean his hands after just a brush against the man's sleeve—even through fabric!

After we heard a response, she gestured for us to go in. The moment the door opened, an intense, spine-chilling cold ran through me, causing my body to shudder. Goosebumps broke out of my skin, the tip of my fingers almost numb from the distressing feeling. It felt like I had walked into a trap, one I wasn't going to survive. I wanted to close my eyes and be back in the comfort of my beautiful apartment but I knew my only escape was death.

Her gaze darts over to me, sending me a silent plea. “Tell him you didn’t mean to, please. He won’t listen to me! Tell him to stop!” Goosebumps line my skin, a shuddering chill running through my spine. My throat is dry, my lips part, but the words remain stuck. The shadow, though faceless, seems to enjoy whatever sick game it is he’s playing.

Her voice echoed off the stone walls, but only the silence responded. Just as she was starting to tire, Sophia heard the sound of heavy, angry stomps coming from the depths of the dungeon. The footsteps grew louder, and Sophia's heart quickened with fear. She scurried back to the wall, her eyes fixed on the gate as a massive figure emerged from the darkness.A crude illustration of a fearsome creature. A hulking ogre, its massive frame looming large on the yellowed parchment. The ogre's skin was a deep, mossy green, and its features were coarse and brutish. A prominent brow ridge cast a shadow over its beady eyes, which gleamed with a malevolent intensity.