What Age Is Goosebumps For Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 It was past midnight but I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about what's waiting for me in Wild Oaks. I was thirteen when a transfer student from a small town near Wild Oaks spread creepy stuff about the said place. For a teenager who's scared of the monsters of the night, I refused to listen to most of it. Well, I was wishing now that I had the courage to know the things the weird girl said before. Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all.

Earth groaned. "God!!! You are unbelievable...will you be reasonable at all for once?" The eighteen-year-old boy saw people giving him odd looks as they passed by but he didn't bother with them. He was already used to those looks. His problem right now was the ghost. He didn't know why he was been given the cold shoulder.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

Of course, I had my mother to help me threw it, and now I would have to help Mathilda through it…I can't fuck this up. In just a year her height will spike and after that comes every other change to her body and she will gain muscle, and boobs, eat like her stomach is made of an empty pit where food magically disappears, and her emotions- oh hell, those emotions, my mother wanted to wring my neck at least once a week and in hindsight I understood her. “Thirteen, the good years,” Gabe grinned. I drew a breath and nodded, the good years- right... He grabbed my shoulders, rolled his head, and turned me to face him and his smoldering gaze.