روايات وقصص ضمن Goosebumps: The Haunted Mask Episode

"Aunt Liz and I are having breakfast at a beautiful cafe. Mom, you know, the interior of the cafe is so unique. I have never been to such a place ever. One day you and I will come too." A shadow passed over my face; my expression slipped into something more somber. I tried to text him back, but could not find words to say. Because now whatever I typed would be lies. Suddenly, I felt like someone was standing behind me, and something cold touched the skin below my ears. "What the..." I looked behind touching the thing. But what I saw sent Goosebumps down my spine. It was a gun, and a man wearing a mask holding it against my head.

Pullman listened. The date is February 4th, I’m speaking with Marsha Hamon. Marsha is 18 years old. She tells me there’s a ghost haunting her room. She claims no matter how she tries to make it leave, it won’t budge. He sticks to her like glue. Go ahead, Marsha. Well, it happened one night while I slept. I don’t know where it came from or how it got there. I just noticed it one-night staring at me.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

I felt strange, something was definitely amiss and I could sense it or maybe it was chills from the horror movie I stayed up late watching. "Sweetheart are you ok?? Is there something wrong with the food??" My mom asked, taking in my flustered state. My dad's eyebrows drew together in a tight knit as my mom passed him a worried look "What's wrong princess??" he asked, with worry etching his handsome face. Before I could voice out my thoughts I saw them. Those very horrible masks. It looked like something from a horror movie and the gun shots started almost immediately. "Get under the table rose!! Royce!! Under the table now!!" Dad shouted.

The crowd kept watching with keen interest, and from the look of the situation, nothing would be able to distract Willow as she was fully focused on what was about to happen. The momo masked man beckoned on the man in a zombie costume, he seemed to understand what he was told to do as he walked straight to Alexis and covered her with the green robe. "Okay?!" Alexis mumbled. "So guys, we are going to perform this magic together!" He spoke. The Attendant quickly walked to the corner that he was standing before the momo masked man called on to him. "Are we ready?" He asked as the crowd cheered. "Yeah!' "Now! You have to repeat after me!" He said.

Mask always thought that Jessica was happy. However, what Grace had said seemed to be true. Although the Bush family was rich, compared to Maddox Group, the Bush family was nothing. Clearly, the conflict of powerful families must be very terrifying. The more Mask thought about it, the more nervous he became. 'If I told how I felt to Jessica, would she avoid Maddox Group's conflict?' The shooting of the adventure show's second session began. The group walked into the jungle and started to survive in the wild. Grace stayed with Mask and egged him on from time to time. "Jessica is in front. Go to look for her!"

She didn't get checked early enough, so she occasionally experiences hallucinations and paranoia. "What does that have to do with Melissa?" someone asked. Even Melissa was staring at me now, clearly waiting for an explanation. "She didn't get infected on her own," I said evenly. "As for who passed it to her, that's something our star student here might want to explain." Zachary's expression finally cracked, and he stood up abruptly. "You're making things up!" he snapped. "I didn't do anything!" "I never said it was you, but you just admitted to it. That's a little boring."

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n