Haunted Mask Goosebumps Episode Novels & Stories

Jake’s whole chest tightened watching her walk outside with Janet. Then—three figures emerged from the shadows. Tall. Masked. Costumes like hideous zombies. One of them shoved something over Jerica’s face and she struggled, twisting and kicking—but another jabbed her with something and she slumped. “No, no, no,” Jake muttered, gripping the mouse tighter.

Goosebumps prickled her skin, a physical manifestation of the lingering fear that refused to release its hold on her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, the cold floor beneath her feet sending a shiver up her spine. The world seemed dull and muted as if the nightmare had drained the vibrancy from her surroundings. The familiar objects in her room appeared distorted, their once comforting presence now unsettling and foreign. As Eve made her way to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her reflection appeared pale and haggard, eyes bloodshot and haunted. The lingering terror from her encounter had etched itself onto her face, leaving behind traces of fear and v

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.

Ignoring the whispers and stares and Annette’s laughter I could here from a distance. I was too preoccupied with getting my belongings not to notice the masked stranger dressed in black — which was weird; this wasn’t a masked party — standing next to me. “Can I help you?” The masked figure smiled briefly. “Beware of Daniel… He’s not all he appears to be.” Goosebumps erupted on my skin . “Then what is he?” But the masked stranger vanished into the crowd faster than I could blink. I frowned, annoyed and irritated. “What the hell…” The hairs at my nape stood at the sensations of being watched. I turned towards the direction of sensation to see Daniel Kane watching me with a light mocking smile,

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.

A sickly evil voice was heard from the darkness but I couldn’t find its source. “I need to come up with something more creative! Ha! Ha! Ha!........” His monstrous laugh echoed making my heart accelerate further. His laugh sent shivers down my spine. I gripped the stone in my hand harder and a trickle of blood dripped on the ground below. Gosh! No! I wished I could stem the flow of blood but I couldn’t even loosen my hands. I heard a whistle and then a voice boomed, “I guess I missed out a toy!” When I sensed a stare on me, my whole body got covered in goosebumps. The inevitable had happened. The hooded man had spotted me. Now he would kill me too.

Jake thrust his head back before turning to find a tall hooded figure suddenly standing next to him. He quickly noticed that it was the same person he had seen the previous night outside the Pumpkin Park, with his long dark tattered robes and a hood over his head. "Is this your stall?" "Why? Because I'm standing next to it? You are, too." "What?" "Not important," the figure went on, with his husky voice which reminded Jake of Bill Wilkins' ghost in The Conjuring 2 movie. "This town is filled with things way beyond imagination, kid, most of us are just too blind to see it..."

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.

White fluids stained her bathroom tiles, but that was the least of her concern at the moment. Boneless, Cassie fell backwards as another orgasm hit her, but this time, something else prevented her head from hitting the bottom of the bathtub as a sharp, intense tingling sensation travelled swiftly throughout her body before everything disappeared. From the socket, the first flashes of blue light almost invisible to the eye went unnoticed. However, if the sound of Cassies moans and vibrator did not cover it, there would be short crackling sounds warning her of an electrical leak as the first signs. Like the ominous countdown to her final moments, each orgasm pulled the noose tighter around her

While most of the time, he would beat anyone he sees. Sasha changed and came back. She wore a mask and entered the office where Zander was sitting while he was interviewing Henry. "So, I found a place nearby. It is said that the place is haunted. What do you say if we can go there and check it? I am pretty sure, a grandmaster like you will surely go to check it and help those poor ghosts." Henry chuckled nervously. "Of course we will." He agreed while Sasha facepalmed herself. Henry fell right in Zander's plan.