Kanduu Goosebumps Novels & Stories

The full moon's pull grew, night outside deepening, howls distant but closing in. She picked up a feather first, soft from some bird she'd plucked, trailing it light over my chest. Goosebumps rose, my muscles twitching as another mini-shift rippled, teeth sharpening for a second before dulling. 'Feel that? The beast wants out, but you're mine to hold.' Her voice was low, teasing, but laced with tension, her hand steady despite the fear I felt echoing through our link.

His grey wolf stands over Conor, staring down as if he sees something the rest of us cannot. As the lights get closer, he steps forward and joins us, and together we start to retreat into the thick, dark bushes ahead. Then suddenly, I hear it. A snarling, cruel voice drags out my name. “Axe-eeel Grey-yy…” I spin around sharply, every fur on my skin standing on its tip, as I try to catch the source of the voice. But there's nothing around me—only the eerie tang of Dreadborn's presence hanging in the air.

Since then, the ugly creature has only continued to destroy buildings and roads. "Kane, I'm bored." I whined next to him while shaking his body gently. Kane put his index finger to my lips, then he was immersed again in the Godzila movie he was watching. Oh my gosh, he really is so childish and annoying. “Hey look, isn't this movie really good? Better than watching Doctor Jared singing and playing guitar on stage." "How do you know if Doctor Jared is singing and playing guitar on stage?" I stammered at Kane. I don't think he will know about all my plans beforehand. It's useless I persuade him if in the end he already knows everything. Ahh, again I was fooled by him.

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.

Depends, am already Developing goosebumps so no promises "I cranck up a little She stops at the middle of the bushes and takes in a deep breath before turning over to me I raise a brow starring at her as I got confused. "Close ur eyes she whispers in a low tune I hesitate a bit but eventually abolish o I hear her let out a sigh, 5 seconds pass and am tempted to open my eyes but I just do as am told "Open"he r voice is sofe almost like a growl "Oh my ghosh "I scream falling back on my ass as pain flushes over my ass I didnt see Katy I just saw a white wolf seating down and staring at me What are you and what have you done with katty

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

His hot breath washed over me, making my skin prickle with fear, and I felt his gaze like a physical touch, making me shudder. The chains creaked and groaned, straining against the beast's fury. I knew it was only a matter of time before Romain broke free, and I was consumed by the horror that loomed before me. The Moon Goddess seemed to have abandoned me, leaving me to face this terror alone.

They obliged and began rummaging through the dead bodies. I crouched to observe the lid closely. The smell of essence is very evident. Even humans could smell the foul and stingy scent if they are trained. I am certain their essence is from a corrupted source, the reason why it emits a horrible smell. I touched the surface of the wood. The cold air fluttered under my fingers. It should not be this cold, less it was conjured with tainted power.

Ezra hadn’t come back either, and the longer he stayed gone, the more people started whispering. It wasn’t just grief. It was fear. They met in the Bone House after the sun dipped low, each of them carrying the weight of what they’d seen. "I can feel it," Nova said first, wrapping her arms tight around herself. "Since the tree. Like... like somethin' inside me knows I stepped somewhere sacred and didn’t bow." Luce looked up from the candle she’d lit. "Same here. Got these dreams now. Hollow places and roots reachin'. Every time I wake up, I swear I can smell dirt."

"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?"