Haunted Mask 2 Goosebumps Novels & Stories

I’m impressed that he hasn’t stopped me with a mean comment already and I find myself struggling to feel comfortable. In my own family’s garden. My heart drops as I suddenly feel his hand groping my ass and I turn around so fast to cover, risking having me falling like a dreidel. What the actual… “What are you doing?” He stands there, flashing me one of his creepy smiles and goosebumps rise on my skin. And by that I don’t mean those kinds of goosebumps that tickle your skin pleasurably like a falling feather, but those that sting into your skin like needles rather painfully.

“2023, my dear” The moment her mother’s words filtered into her ears, Rebecca immediately dropped her cutlery in fear. 2023? How was this even possible? The last time she remembered was August, 2018. How was she even here? Where did five years of her life go and who were these people? “Look dear” the man began to speak again, “you should go to the party on my behalf, I have to go for a business meeting and I won’t be available. Make sure to give the speech on my behalf, I will let Mr Hernandez know”

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

Darkness stretched across the eerie hallways of my childhood school. I was sixteen again, running, breathless, my heart pounding. Someone in a mask was chasing me, their footsteps echoing menacingly behind me. I turned a corner and stumbled into a hallway. Silence. They were gone. My breathing was ragged as I scanned the walls, and my chest tightened at the sight plastered everywhere—the name *BLADE*, bold and suffocating, smeared on every surface.

He wiped his fingers with a tissue and sanitized it with alcohol. Matangkad siya at maputi. Itim na itim ang buhok nito at may bangs kaya natatakpan ang kalahati sa kaniyang mga mata. Madilim ang kaniyang mga mata ngunit maganda naman ang pakikitungo niya sa akin kaya hiya lamang ang nararamdaman ko at hindi takot. He came back with an ice cream on his hand. Kulay pink iyon. Pinapalibutan ng tissue ang apa para sa hawakan. Inilahad niya iyon sa akin, tinanggap ko sa nanginginig na kamay.

Its head was a mask floating above its neck, a skull with 2 wings painted on the surface and a glowing crystal was embed in the "forehead." It readied the ax and prepared to swing towards Upton but stopped the motion mid-air, another masked being appeared from behind it and looked at the monster with curiosity, it looked very much alive in contrast with the golem. Rags made out of the same skin of the backpack covered their body and the mask had a similar design, just missing the stone. It knocked the golem on the mask lightly with a staff with some annoyance and approached the duo. Upton started to screech and grow even more bones while Earl opened his large mouth releasing screams, trying

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa