Haunted Mask 2 Goosebumps Novels & Stories

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

I’ll figure out how to get out of here! Isabella’s POV All I could hear around me were the chilly echoes of solitude. It was dark, and it was nighttime. While I was stuck in this empty maze, I could hear crows fluttering their wings in search of escape. In my dreams, I found myself stranded in a vast maze with no way out. I encountered dead ends at every turn. A shadow figure in a long black robe and a skull mask of what appeared to be a goat with enormous horns caught my blue eyes as I cautiously gazed around. There seemed to be a sinister vibe surrounding this unidentified individual. Curious to see what was underneath, I stood looking into the mask’s eyes. I followed the masked stranger a

His face was covered in a cat mask leaving out his sharp eyes, nose, and lips only. His black outfit sent shivers through her spine and his thunderous cold voice. "Who...am I?" She managed to voice out as she rubbed her thumbs together. Fear tingled her skin continuously. "Whom you are?" She flinched at his icy voice that cut deep into her skin. She nodded unable to stare at him. A loud sinister laugh filled the room. It sent goosebumps to all her body. She bit hard on her lips scared of the monster she was with. She felt the coppery taste in her mouth but she was too scared to notice.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

Then, feeling the ache in my body, I pressed my back against the crumbling wall and continued to wait. Two silhouettes lined the floor. I peeked from the crack and saw that the first had broad shoulders and was dragging a massive sledgehammer. His mask was a grinning goat. The second one was smaller, but in his hand was a machete. He was wearing a Snow White mask, complete with a red plastic bow. I found the effect obscene. How dare he do Snow White dirty like that! They moved without speaking. They seemed sure I was here. Goat Mask stepped up onto the altar, the sledgehammer swinging gently at his side. “Come on, lady. We know you’re here.”

“Stay quiet? What? Why?” A cold shiver rolled over my body when I felt someone moving in the backseat. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand covered my mouth, pinning my hands on the seat. Panic and fear kicked in, but I could smell his pine and musky cologne. James. It’s just James. “I told you to be quiet, little Red.” My eyes widened when I saw the Ghostface mask on him, his voice rumbling through my veins. “Guess I’ll have to shut you up.”

she instructed, slipping on her own sleek mask. Hound adjusted the mask, his breath slow and deliberate. As he inhaled, a shimmering purple gas filled the mask, burning his throat and dying his teeth a deep violet. Thin, branching veins surfaced around his eyes, glowing red and purple, stretching down his neck, over his chest, and spreading across his body like creeping vines. His pupils dilated, glowing an unearthly silver. The room dimmed around him, swallowed by darkness, until he could see nothing but void. Reality one

"Thank You. Once I get inside my place, you can carry out the plan." "Yes, sir!" the manager kept grinning widely, and James was like that too. Only Grey who pouted all along. James then walked to the elevator to go up to his penthouse, but Grey still didn't speak and came in with him. "Where's my mask?" James held out his hand to Grey. Instead, Grey reached into the paper bag he was carrying and pulled out a Jason mask. Jason Voorhees is the main character in the famous horror film Friday The 13th.