Goosebumps Horrorland Maps Novels & Stories

“Guys, I got it saved. If we need to, I can print it out.” “Good. Now, how are we going to do this? Does everyone try to get into that desk? Or are we sending people off to track this map? It has a path marked out, and several places have appeared that I don’t recognize.” Gemma asked as her finger trailed over the glass a dotted like that wound through various rooms and corridors. “I don’t recognize them either.” Evan’s eyes narrowed on a small room that appeared to be part of the attic. “If we need to use the widow’s walk or get into that room. We’re in for trouble. Because right now there’s trapped Fear Mongers up there.” Larin mentioned to Evan when he noticed where Evan’s attention was o

My eyes shifted from the stack of documents to him. He paused for a moment before gathering the stack of papers and setting it aside. When the papers were finally cleared away, I noticed a lay of drawing spread out on his desk. "This is a map of Montavia," he said, pointing at the image. Those expansive maps are divided into several smaller sections, and I noticed they represented the werewolf packs that are here. My eyes scanned from top to bottom, then moved from the right side to the left. Throughout the packs, there were red dots marked with a pen. He made a note of them. Red signifies danger.

The hoodie he'd given me smelled like him, pine and something wild that made my stomach flip. The deeper we went, the weirder everything got. Moss glowed on the tree bark like tiny stars. Vines hung down like curtains, and I swear I could feel eyes watching us from the shadows. "This place gives me the creeps," I muttered. "It's supposed to." "Great. So we're walking into a horror movie." He stopped so suddenly I almost ran into him. "You want to go back?" I looked at his face. Dark eyes, hard jaw, that stare that made me forget how to breathe."No."

He held up a map, its edges worn and frayed. “I found this in Quincy Otto’s belongings,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he pointed to several locations marked on the map. “It was hidden among his things. I think it’s more than just random markings.” I leaned over, studying the map closely. The rogue camps were clearly marked, but there were other locations too—places that were unfamiliar to us. There was one in particular, a site located dangerously close to the heart of our territory. I felt a chill run down my spine as I traced the line on the map. “What is this?” I whispered, my heart racing. “This can’t be right.”

More difficult than looking for a particular strand of hay in a haystack. “We need more information,” Kayden grumbled, giving voice to my own thoughts. “Yeah. A lot more. This place…” I got up and paced over to the printer, which was still spitting out pages and pages of maps that I’d started printing. I picked up a stack of warm paper from the print tray and scanned the sheet that happened to be on top. It was a detailed view of the golf course, which covered several acres of land just on its own. “This place is fucking huge. We’re going to need to narrow the scope way down before we go in there.”

Morning sickness. Fear. Confusion. Pregnancy. Without anyone to lean on. Without me. The thought makes me physically sick. Troy finally straightens in his chair. "What do you need?" There he is. The Troy I've known my whole life. "I need you to think." He nods once. Then reaches for the map. "Okay." Within minutes the entire table is covered. Road atlases. Pack territory maps. Human highway maps. Even topographical maps. River begins marking every known werewolf pack.

Bella nodded softly. She'd originally planned to leave once they found an unclaimed vehicle. But now? Her thinking had changed. Then, as if remembering something, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a chip. "This is an electronic map chip of the Zombie Wasteland. Sally gave it to me before she..." "Map chip?" Jake took it curiously and plugged it into the RV's console. A 15-inch display flickered to life, revealing a detailed map of the region—marked with key locations. The nearest point of interest was indeed the abandoned aviation parts factory.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

I huffed. I tiptoed through the hallway, my entire body tight and quivering, my mind racing and my throat dry. We made it through the door unchallenged. A cherry oak desk stood at one end of the room with a thick, padded leather chair on either side. A table lined one wall covered by a large map. I padded over to the map. Green and red pins all dated dotted its surface. "Their targets?" Izzy suggested. Several green pins and two red pins marked Mountain Ridge. I shook my head. The green pins covered Cedar Wood and Mountain Ridge and a few human places between. The red pins spanned the globe.

"A vampire? That information was not incorporated into your database. I assumed you were a werewolf. But why is a vampire among werewolves, and why weren't your details clearly indicated in my processor?" "I don't know, Zora, but I have to go." "I have drawn you a map. Let me print it out for you," Zora stated, drawing several dots in the top corner to indicate the location before the printing machine whirred to life. Within seconds, the map was printed. I pulled it out and began to scan through it. "I recommend taking a detour to this location, as I believe the path is hidden from view," Zora suggested. I nodded, studying the image of the map. A dark forest and dense foliage covered half of