Goosebumps: The Haunted Mask Episode Novels & Stories

Gigi My mom’s shrieking voice jolts me out of my frozen state. I can still feel a chill running down my spine, my eyes forgot to blink. The lifeless body of my stepfather staring back at me, I fear I may collapse anytime. The cause of his death is a mystery to me, and the sudden appearance of a masked man approaching me like a storm adds to the clouds of confusion. “Rush honey -” My mom urges me, more desperately than before, as we run down the dark corridor that opens at the back gate of the villa we live in.

“Yeah, it was a big viewing party for the show. The last season ended on a big cliffhanger, and we had a big party to celebrate the new season. I can't believe you hadn't even heard of it. It was a hot topic everywhere!” “Yeah, I'm out of touch,” Byron dismissed, suddenly feeling like he was one hundred years old. “Clearly,” Janice smirked. At this, Byron became flustered and changed the subject. “Anyway, what did this mask look like?” “It was all white, like the masks you buy at craft stores, the ones you paint.” All the color drained from Byron’s face. He wondered if he looked as scared as he felt right then. Janice's eyes grew wide. “You've seen it, haven't you? You've seen the people in

The man in the ghost mask was stunned for a moment. “What do you mean? Do you know who I am?” he asked in a spooky voice. His voice sounded as if it came from beneath manholes. It was very uncomfortable to listen to. Alex Rockefeller sighed softly. “I hoped it wasn’t you!” Maya Howards seemed a little surprised. “Do you know him?” she asked Alex. The ghost-mask man sneered. “Stop pretending. How could you know who I am? Cut the crap, young man. Will you get lost or not? If you don’t leave, you can stay here forever. This time next year, it’ll be your death anniversary,” he said.

Not knowing the right words to say to her that will somehow comfort her, I squeeze her hand and immediately feel her calming down a bit. The school gym is hardly recognizable. I'm impressed with the vintage decorations. Heather and Ella really went all out, it goes well with this masquerade ball theme. And contrary to Ella's opinion on this theme, it seems to have been a popular choice since everyone came dressed up in masks and all. "Evie!" I hear my best friend's voice. For a moment I barely recognize her since she's dressed in a sparkling sheer dress with a fairly sparking silver mask covering half her face.

That was when a sound stopped me cold. A growl. Deep. Earth-shaking. The ground trembled beneath my boots as darkness swept through the corridors like a curse. “IT’S THE EAGLE!” someone howled. My heart jumped into my throat. The air turned thick with dread. When I turned, I froze. I could suddenly see everyone’s masks, every animal face glimmered under the flickering torchlight. Then I saw him. The man in the eagle’s mask. He moved like a phantom, ripping three masks off in a blur, each strike leaving trails of blood and horror behind.

Chubby big ears, a cute long nose, a pair of eyes as big as green beans, with two holes dug out, revealing a pair of eyeballs. Zack frowned and said, "So ugly, what is this?" Owen said, "This is a mask! Tomorrow is the birthday party, and Mommy is going with me. Aren't you afraid Mommy will recognize you? If you wear this mask, you won't have to worry about Mommy recognizing you at first glance!" Zack took the mask and looked at the cute yet comical mask, feeling a bit melancholic. In order to not disturb Mommy's peaceful life, he had to put on this childish mask and stand in front of her, but he couldn't recognize her.

“Search everywhere. Rooftop. Hallways. Exits. Parking. If you see anyone suspicious, I want their name, their face, their blood type.” Xavi nodded instantly and barked orders. Men scattered. I bent down again and lifted her carefully. “Stay with me,” I whispered into her hair. “Please. Don’t do this. Don’t leave Zombie.” I carried her back inside. The moment I stepped onto the dance floor, everything stopped. The music died, laughter vanished, and gasps filled the air. The guest stared. Masks couldn’t hide their fear. "What the hell –" José said, stiffening.

Suddenly she lifted up her head and saw a man with a mask running away and the man whom she could not see his face was chasing after him. They were running away and every step that they took made them disappear in to thin air. The blurry man was so sad, she could feel it “Please don’t leave me alone, Come back I am scared .The ma…..sk” Emily started sweating uncontrollably all over and when Richard heard her shouting he woke up at once and took her in to his arms.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.