Haunted Mask Goosebumps Episode Novels & Stories

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

(Layla) I spun around at the sharp impact on my back, my heart leaping into my throat. Annie sat in her wheelchair wearing the most horrifying rubber mask I’d ever seen. Bulbous red eyes bulged from sickly green skin while jagged yellow teeth protruded at twisted angles. Ridged black horns curved up from its grotesque forehead, making her look like a demon spawned from the darkest corners of hell. “Gotcha!” Annie yanked off the mask, doubling over in her wheelchair. Her laughter peeled through the room. “Your face! Oh my god, your face when you turned around!”

“What?” someone choked out. “You can’t be serious—” The masked figure standing at the edge tilted its head. “Simon said,” it murmured. And one person screamed as a loud crack echoed through the fog. Then another. The sound of bone snapping filled the air. I couldn’t breathe. My entire body went cold. The hoodie guy grabbed his own hand — and I watched, horrified, as he bent his pinky until it snapped backward. His smile twitched, but he didn’t make a sound.

Like it was being masked. It overwhemeled me, making it impossible to ignore. I could feel it all the way down to my toes, even the smallest one! A sudden shiver ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps cover up my entire body as I hugged myself. I was shivering. “Are you okay girl?” Her voice snapped me out of my head. “You look like you just saw a ghost.” I turned to look at my mirror and my reflection stared right back at me, pale and afraid.

said Josh. Josh couldn't get away from the woman's grip on him. He also can't teleport because the woman is holding him. This was probably his first humiliating experience with a woman. ----- "Ghost in the swimming gym?" Cael, Damon, Kyra, and Hugo will face each other near the stage. They are with Hugo, convincing him to join them as a hunter. Kyra thought that telling them about the ghost might also be a way for them to convince Hugo to become a hunter. They were just waiting for Raven, who then went to the washroom.

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.

The basement floor was a scene of depravity. Seeing that her threat failed, Vicky struggled against her restraints as hard as she could. It only loosened her blouse and bared more of her fair skin, stimulating the lust of the masked men instead! The man in the dog mask chuckled sleazily. "Don't worry, Ms. Turnbull. I'll be gentle since it's your first time… Hahaha!!!" With that, he lunged at Vicky. "Frank…" Vicky murmured helplessly just then.

“Wait for me here. It won’t be long.” I watched them discuss as if I was just a chicken about to be slaughtered. The man pulled off his mask, revealing a hideous black scar that ran from his left eye to his jaw. My breath hitched, my body, shaking like a cat drenched in rain. “I…I don’t know you,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I haven’t done anything against you. So why do you want me dead?”

Nausea washed through me, knowing exactly how much pain was involved when skinned alive. The entire room watched as Harold tossed the knife aside and spoke to the camera, with no volume, as per his usual shit. It wasn't until someone else entered the room, his face obscured by a mask, that the camera was adjusted, and the volume came to life. I didn't relish the idea of hearing her screams or reliving the tortured memories they'd bring back to life. "Nothing yet? She's a different breed, Harold," the masked male an- nounced, and even though he was wearing the mask, we all knew it was Lucas.

Nimbe and Hans couldn't be more concerned when her cleared plates were more and more uneaten. At night, he made a habit of staying up and listening, wondering if it was some figment of his imagination. The half mumbled words slid under his door, and though he wasn't one to pale at strange sights, he was part-way convinced that his house was haunted. "Please..." There it was- that wisp of a voice. It sounded like no one he knew; it was strained and raspy. It echoed and repeated more like rain assaulting the ocean, the sounds piling together into half-mute noises. Getting up from his bed, he put on his mask and gloves before walking across the dark span of his room, trying not to trip.