from a front stoop as we followed the sidewalk to our block.
All the lights were on in our house. The front door opened as Peter and I ran up the middle of the lawn. Mom and Dad were both waiting at the door.
“We were a little worried,” Mom said. “You usually don’t stay out this late.”
“We hit a few more houses,” I said. I rolled my eyes. “Peter’s idea — not mine.”
He raised his trick-or-treat bag. “Check it out.”
Dad reached for the bag. “You
are
going to share this year — right?”
“Yeah. Right,” Peter said. He pulled the bag out of Dad’s reach and trotted up the stairs.
I followed him up to his room. We always dump our candy on the floor, divide it up, and make trades.
Peter stepped into the center of the room. He raised his big trick-or-treat bag over his head and turned it upside down.
A few pieces of candy came falling out. But then … then …
… Five ugly rubber masks toppled out of the bag. They hit the floor and all landed faceup.
I stepped back. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were all so horrible looking.
“Peter — what are those? Wh-where did you get them?” I stammered.
He shrugged. “I … don’t know.”
The five masks appeared to gaze up at me. And at that moment, it all came back to me.
“Noooooo!” I screamed as the masks opened their gaping mouths wide — and began to laugh.
WELCOME BACK TO
THE HALL OF HORRORS
Well, Monica, your Halloween story is a real SCREAM, no matter how you spell it.
Are you sure that story has been repeating itself for one hundred years? You don’t look a day over ninety-eight!
Ha-ha. I know. I know. You’re only twelve. I like to have my little joke. You know the old rhyme — a laugh a day keeps the werewolves away.
So try laughing on your way out. Maybe you’ll be luckier than my last visitor.
Thank you for bringing your story to me. I am the Story-Keeper. And I will keep your story here in the Hall of Horrors where it belongs.
And now, we have a new guest. Come right in, young man.
What is your name? Matt Krinsky?
You appear so tired, Matt. Why are you staggering like that? You look
dead on your feet
.
Has anyone told you you look like a
zombie
?
Come in. Come in. Stagger this way. There’s plenty of room in the Hall of Horrors. You know…. There’s Always Room for One More Scream.
Preview
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Here’s another tale from the Hall of Horrors:
WHY I QUIT
ZOMBIE SCHOOL
1
“
YOWWWWWWWWW
!”
That’s me, Jack Harmon, screaming my head off. I was on the school bus, heading home, howling in pain. As usual.
You would scream, too, if Mick Owens had you in an armlock. Mick shoved my arm up behind me till I heard my bones and muscles snap and pop.
“
YOWWWWWWW!
” I repeated.
Nothing new here. Big Mick and his friend Darryl “The Hammer” Oliva like to beat me up, tease and torture me on the bus every afternoon.
Last week, our sixth-grade teacher, Miss Harris, had a long, serious talk in class about bullying. I guess Mick and Darryl were out that day.
Otherwise, they would know that bullying is bad.
Why do they do it? Because I’m smaller than them? Because I’m a skinny little guy who looks like a third-grader? Because I scream easily?
No.
These two super-hulks like to get up in my face because it’s FUN.
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#18 SLAPPY NEW YEAR!
#19 THE
All the lights were on in our house. The front door opened as Peter and I ran up the middle of the lawn. Mom and Dad were both waiting at the door.
“We were a little worried,” Mom said. “You usually don’t stay out this late.”
“We hit a few more houses,” I said. I rolled my eyes. “Peter’s idea — not mine.”
He raised his trick-or-treat bag. “Check it out.”
Dad reached for the bag. “You
are
going to share this year — right?”
“Yeah. Right,” Peter said. He pulled the bag out of Dad’s reach and trotted up the stairs.
I followed him up to his room. We always dump our candy on the floor, divide it up, and make trades.
Peter stepped into the center of the room. He raised his big trick-or-treat bag over his head and turned it upside down.
A few pieces of candy came falling out. But then … then …
… Five ugly rubber masks toppled out of the bag. They hit the floor and all landed faceup.
I stepped back. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were all so horrible looking.
“Peter — what are those? Wh-where did you get them?” I stammered.
He shrugged. “I … don’t know.”
The five masks appeared to gaze up at me. And at that moment, it all came back to me.
“Noooooo!” I screamed as the masks opened their gaping mouths wide — and began to laugh.
WELCOME BACK TO
THE HALL OF HORRORS
Well, Monica, your Halloween story is a real SCREAM, no matter how you spell it.
Are you sure that story has been repeating itself for one hundred years? You don’t look a day over ninety-eight!
Ha-ha. I know. I know. You’re only twelve. I like to have my little joke. You know the old rhyme — a laugh a day keeps the werewolves away.
So try laughing on your way out. Maybe you’ll be luckier than my last visitor.
Thank you for bringing your story to me. I am the Story-Keeper. And I will keep your story here in the Hall of Horrors where it belongs.
And now, we have a new guest. Come right in, young man.
What is your name? Matt Krinsky?
You appear so tired, Matt. Why are you staggering like that? You look
dead on your feet
.
Has anyone told you you look like a
zombie
?
Come in. Come in. Stagger this way. There’s plenty of room in the Hall of Horrors. You know…. There’s Always Room for One More Scream.
Preview
Ready for More?
Here’s another tale from the Hall of Horrors:
WHY I QUIT
ZOMBIE SCHOOL
1
“
YOWWWWWWWWW
!”
That’s me, Jack Harmon, screaming my head off. I was on the school bus, heading home, howling in pain. As usual.
You would scream, too, if Mick Owens had you in an armlock. Mick shoved my arm up behind me till I heard my bones and muscles snap and pop.
“
YOWWWWWWW!
” I repeated.
Nothing new here. Big Mick and his friend Darryl “The Hammer” Oliva like to beat me up, tease and torture me on the bus every afternoon.
Last week, our sixth-grade teacher, Miss Harris, had a long, serious talk in class about bullying. I guess Mick and Darryl were out that day.
Otherwise, they would know that bullying is bad.
Why do they do it? Because I’m smaller than them? Because I’m a skinny little guy who looks like a third-grader? Because I scream easily?
No.
These two super-hulks like to get up in my face because it’s FUN.
GOOSEBUMPS HorrorLand ™
Also Available from Scholastic Audio Books
#1 REVENGE OF THE LIVING DUMMY
#2 CREEP FROM THE DEEP
#3 MONSTER BLOOD FOR BREAKFAST!
#4 THE SCREAM OF THE HAUNTED MASK
#5 DR. MANIAC VS. ROBBY SCHWARTZ
#6 WHO’S YOUR MUMMY?
#7 MY FRIENDS CALL ME MONSTER
#8 SAY CHEESE—AND DIE SCREAMING!
#9 WELCOME TO CAMP SLITHER
#10 HELP! WE HAVE STRANGE POWERS!
#11 ESCAPE FROM HORRORLAND
#12 THE STREETS OF PANIC PARK GOOSEBUMPS HORRORLAND BOXED SET #1-4
WELCOME TO HORRORLAND: A SURVIVAL GUIDE
#13 WHEN THE GHOST DOG HOWLS
#14 LITTLE SHOP OF HAMSTERS
#15 HEADS, YOU LOSE!
#16 SPECIAL EDITION: WEIRDO HALLOWEEN
#17 THE WIZARD OF OOZE
#18 SLAPPY NEW YEAR!
#19 THE
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