Haunted Mask 2 Goosebumps Novels & Stories

I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?" He coughed nervously. "Yes, I..." I signaled the officiant to pause and led the groom to a quiet room. Just then, my phone buzzed on the table. A bunch of unread texts from Joyce Charlton. [Bet you didn't know your groom's a phony, huh? Surprise! Howard and I are watching your wedding live. ] There was a photo too: Howard had his arms around her, his chin resting on her head. [Forgot to mention, it was my idea. This wedding's just a game to cheer me up.]

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.

They all looked at her with sharp and judgmental gazes. Finally, after a long moment, her legs went weak. She sank onto the ground, her face ashen, and she began crying. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was Uncle Cameron. He told me to do this…" "Enough, Kate Horton," I interrupted. "Save it for the police." With that, I turned to Luke, who looked distraught. "Oh, right, Dr. Spencer. The footage of you barging into the consultation room has already been uploaded online.

Naked would be much better. “Later,” Chase promises. “Come on, we’re here.” He hands me a mask, and I place it on, following their lead. Each of them wears a different mask—creepy as hell clowns. If I were afraid of clowns, I’d probably be cowering right now. I don't have a clown one. Instead, I’m wearing a horrifying bunny mask, which feels more fitting for a horror movie than a hunting game. This whole setup feels more like the Purge than anything else, especially with the masks.

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

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.

The thing on the other side didn't even flinch. Instead, the door began to open. Slowly. Forcefully. I pushed back with everything I had, my feet slipping on the rug. Through the widening gap, I saw the rest of it. It was wearing my father’s flannel shirt, but the shoulders were too broad, hunched up toward the ceiling. The neck was elongated, pulsing with a rhythmic, sickly green light. And the face... the face was a mask of melting wax, my father’s features sliding off a skull that was far too large.

With his other hand, he reached up and slowly removed the Ghostface mask. My eyes widened. What the fuck???