Haunted Mask 2 Goosebumps Novels & Stories

But then again, I wasn’t exactly the target audience. I was deep in that thought and disconnected from everything when Matt elbowed me lightly, forcing me to lift my head. The room has quiet down to a hush and movements were stilled. Then the house lights were slowly dimmed and when a single spotlight sliced through the haze, it landed on the stage. On her. My fingers tightened around the glass in my hand as I watched her. She’s standing still on the stage in red leather that left very little to the imagination and a black mask hiding half her face like she has done this a hundred times. Like the room was hers even before she opens her mouth or move a muscle.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

But I don't know what she wanted, so I brought one. Now I know why she wanted to lose her precious virginity. And that was the main purpose of the mask. No strings attached. Just sex. Just a fucking sex. Five hours later, she eased off. She stopped talking. She stopped dancing. And good thing she stopped sobbing like a three-year-old kid. My job was supposed to have sex with her. But it so happened that I was babysitting someone who just turned eighteen. When she leaned her exhausted back against my shoulder, that was the time for me to go. So, I gently lifted her from the floor and put her profound sleepiness on the bed.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”

Rose's gaze followed the leather shoes upwards and saw a black mask. The sparkling ripples of the pool were reflected on the mask, and she thought she had seen a ghost. She held her breath, pretending to be calm and hoping the "ghost" couldn't see her. In the next moment, the black mask enlarged in front of her; the "ghost" actually crouched down and reached out toward her. Jonathan's hand gripped her arm as he wanted to pull her out of the pool.

But there he is, lounging on the couch like he’s been there all along, his eyes fixed on me with that look that makes my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. I swallow hard, my hand still gripping the window handle as if it could offer any kind of protection. The warmth from the shower vanishes in an instant, replaced by the cold dread curling around my spine. He steps into the pale moonlight, and for the first time, I notice the mask—different from the ones he’s worn before. It’s the kind people wear to masquerade parties only that it has two bull horns on each side, the mask covering everything from his forehead down to his nose, leaving only his lips exposed. Those lips, twisted into

It was completely quiet, save for the faint music thumping, and the overall crowd of people screaming and chatting in other places of the mansion. Julian abruptly stood up from Finn’s nearly unconscious form, his fists stained and dripping with crimson. He fixed his ghost mask that was almost lowering, and then with his bloody hands, he gripped Finn’s hair so tightly, that I thought he was going to rip it from his scalp. He dragged his body until he reached his friends, then walked up to the particular one, who was in charge of keeping my phone. The boy staggered backward, his expression shifting to one of pure terror as he beheld Julian's ominous figure concealed behind a ghost mask. He swa

He stood at the end of the block, his figure shadowed by the dim streetlights, but the mask caught my eye immediately. It wasn't just any mask—it was hauntingly beautiful. A skull, bleached greyish white against black fabric. It covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. But those eyes... they were dark, watching everything with a predator's intensity, cutting through the night like he was born in it. It was sexy in a terrifying kind of way—like he knew exactly how much fear could excite someone. Ghost's body was built, all muscle, and the confidence in his walk made something inside me coil tight.

"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.