Haunted Mask Goosebumps Episode Novels & Stories

The man in the ghost mask was stunned for a moment. “What do you mean? Do you know who I am?” he asked in a spooky voice. His voice sounded as if it came from beneath manholes. It was very uncomfortable to listen to. Alex Rockefeller sighed softly. “I hoped it wasn’t you!” Maya Howards seemed a little surprised. “Do you know him?” she asked Alex. The ghost-mask man sneered. “Stop pretending. How could you know who I am? Cut the crap, young man. Will you get lost or not? If you don’t leave, you can stay here forever. This time next year, it’ll be your death anniversary,” he said.

And my soul? Yeah, it tried to run away. This… thing… was tall. Nightmare tall. Slim like a shadow, someone stretched too far. Moving like smoke pretending to be a person. A mask covered its face—smooth, blank, empty. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Just darkness shaped into a face. Its steps made no sound. Its presence made the air colder than my ex’s heart. Goosebumps attacked my skin, but I tried to stand strong. “Don’t look at the mask,” Cullen’s mother whispered.

Her fingers were bruised. Natasha felt a hand tap on her shoulder. “Dad, please go away! I want to be left alone,” she whined. The hand clutched her shoulder—harder this time. Didn’t feel like her Dad’s. Slowly turning to look behind, she was stricken with horror when she saw a hooded, masked figure standing beside her, holding a shovel in one arm and placing the other on her shoulder. Lightning cracked in the sky. Her hair stood on end when she saw its eyes from the devilish waxen mask; they were fixed on her. The letter ‘C’ on its mask became visible under the flash, then all was dark again. The figure stared at her coldly from its mask.

It was completely quiet, save for the faint music thumping, and the overall crowd of people screaming and chatting in other places of the mansion. Julian abruptly stood up from Finn’s nearly unconscious form, his fists stained and dripping with crimson. He fixed his ghost mask that was almost lowering, and then with his bloody hands, he gripped Finn’s hair so tightly, that I thought he was going to rip it from his scalp. He dragged his body until he reached his friends, then walked up to the particular one, who was in charge of keeping my phone. The boy staggered backward, his expression shifting to one of pure terror as he beheld Julian's ominous figure concealed behind a ghost mask. He swa

Someone was calling her. Squinting her eyes, she picked it up from the bedside table. “What’s up, Marc?” she drawled. “Aren’t you watching the news now?” “Why?” “You check your timeline or open a channel. There’s breaking news going on. Maybe it’s over now.” “About what? It’s seven in the morning. I was sleeping.” “It’s about the haunted mansion.” Which woke her up completely from her sleep-addled state. “What’s that about? Spit it out, Marc.”

With a heaviness to his voice, he muttered, "I've started believing that these men with masks are relevant to my parents' disappearances. That they could be turning these people into the monsters we encountered." The room fell silent as we began to process this information, our eyes scanning and rescanning the images spread out before us The light laughter of the football commentators was a grim contrast to the heavy atmosphere that had settled within us. My eyes froze when they landed on a particular photo – the Cyclops we had faced was there. In all its grotesque glory. And at that moment, the jovial noise from the television drowned in the background. Dread pooled in our hearts, washing a

We were close enough to see goosebumps. He hoisted her up and threw her petrified body on the table, which looked solid just like in the movies, but it creaked and buckled under the force when she came down. The sound of the slam echoed through the grounds. We held our breath. “Please stop,” she whimpered. “Please don’t,” we whispered. “Shhh,” he cooed. His clown face now stretched into a mask of loving concern “You don’t have anything to be afraid of.” A flash of light reflected off the long blade he now held above her. “Except me, of course.”

"Fiona, did you get everything? Why are you back so early?" But there was no response. Nancy thought maybe she hadn't heard her over the sound of the shower and increased the water pressure, washing the foam from her body. However, as the noise started again, Nancy's instincts kicked in, and she began to feel worried. She quickly finished up, turning off the shower and wrapping herself in a bathrobe. Stepping out of the shower, she was met with a horrific scene... On the wall opposite her, a mask stared back, its surface gleaming in the dim light. Below the mask, in bold red lipstick or paint, was scrawled the message: "I'm watching you all" with a time stamp of 9:15 PM

Goosebumps danced across my skin, and I surveyed the crowd as chills skittered down my spine. Everyone looked normal—just laughing, drinking, and playing carnival games.Except for one. A man in a masquerade mask trailed on our left. The mask was like those many people wore at the fair. But I caught his eyes, and they flashed red, for just a second. His predatory stare gave me no doubt that he was in league with the two who had attacked earlier in the town.

He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.” I became dumbfounded at the moment and couldn’t speak a word but just look into his sparkling eyes. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking away, he made his way out of the room without looking back. My heart that was accelerating at the moment stopped the instant he closed the door vanishing from my sight.