Goosebumps Novels & Stories

I feel shivers creeping across my skin. "Ah! Help." Goosebumps crawl my skin hearing sounds at the end where the terrible accident happened four years ago. Could it be a real person or a ghost? Oh my god! I hope not. "Help!" Another faint scream. I dragged myself to see who the intruder was.

The hair on my nape rose as an icy sensation chilled my bones. Goosebumps crawled up all over my skin. My heart raced. My breathing quickened. I was too scared to open my eyes to see who would possibly be right in front of me, but my body betrayed me as I started to shiver uncontrollably. Whoever was watching me right now, he must have noticed that I was aware of his presence—that I was awake.

Kris breaks into a smile and holds his face. I shake my head in confusion. How could this be! Kris places one hand on my back and another one rubs all over my stomach. His hands feeling so warm again my skin. Tears fall down my face, stinging the corners of my eyes. For some reason deep down I felt like this was all a sick joke. Movement comes from inside my stomach again, but this time it comes from all over. A few jabs pushes against the side of my ribcage and another set of two comes kicking me right in the middle. Goosebumps align my body as my brain tried to register it all.

The lack of lighting was messing with my concentration, only giving me more unnecessary goosebumps. Two steps backward, my arms touched another thick hedge. Leaves and stems rustled against my body. The nippy breeze, to my ears, sounded like it whistled. Shit! Why did it have to be this cold tonight? This place just gave me major creeps. "No need to panic." Just breathe. Calm down... "Oh shit." What was that? Something nearby made loud crackling noises, like that of dry stalks being stomped on. The hairs on my nape stood up. "Please be Miles. Please be Miles..."

My nostrils flared, and my body visibly shuddered in reaction. A sudden chill spread over my skin, making goosebumps crawl across my flesh. My body felt numb and heavy, my heart racing into panic mode in mortification at my body's reaction to him, and the obvious fact that he was aware of it. Damn the Ragnar Brothers for their scrumptiously good genes.

He runs his fingers at the edge of the knee pad on my bare skin since I’m wearing black shorts that hang loosely mid-thigh and a cozy knitted white sweater. I suck a breath as I feel goosebumps raise on my skin and that familiar, weird feeling curling up at the depths of my stomach. It's a strange feeling but exciting in some twisted way. Don't get it twisted, I have never felt this kind of feeling before with someone else.

He just tilted his head and sniffed the air near my hair. He smiled. He crouched down, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was level with me. He was so close I could feel the heat rolling off his skin. My body reacted instantly—a frantic, pulsing tingle that made the hair on my arms stand up. I felt goosebumps break out across my neck. My heart was slamming against my ribs, but it wasn't just terror anymore. There was something else. Something biological that I didn't have a name for.

Episode 25 June pov What did I just hear now?, Goosebumps wash all over my body producing a vibrational resonance in me. My jaw clinched. I tried standing firm to the ground but the shock broke my hands,his phone trying to slip away off my hands but he came cutting me off, hanging my hands up to my ear. I drew closer to him,my whole body, wanting to glue to him. My eyes piercing into his.

How that scent smelt familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time was beyond me. It moved closer. Goosebumps pricked my skin as the soft tip of its sleek furs grazed my face. It was indeed a massive creature, obviously muscular and strong beneath those thick coats. It lowered its head to my forehead. My lips pursed. I refused to close my eyes this time and regarded it with suspicion. My hands fisted against the ground, hoping a fistful of dirt in its eyes could help me if it decided to devour me.

It irritated me. " Yes you do," he points out, taking a step forward until his boots brush my toes. I have not breathed yet. Goosebumps rise on my skin like tiny hives. I am deafly allergic to his words, my breathing haste. I bit my tongue when his heated eyes caressed my face as if he was trying to imprint my image in his head.