Anonymous asked: did you hear about the new goosebumps money?
I’m sure you meant movie?
And yes! I’m very excited! :D
Goosebumps #5: The Curse of the Mummy’s Tomb
Chapter 2
Where were they? They should’ve been here by now. I was beginning to think that I’d made the wrong choice. Maybe I should’ve gone to Alexandria with Mom and Dad.Then I heard a noise at the door. Footsteps.
Was it them?
I stopped in the middle of the living room and listened, staring past the narrow front hallway to the door. The light was dim in the hallway, but I saw the doorknob turn.
That’s strange, I thought. Uncle Ben would knock first — wouldn’t he? The doorknob turned. The door started to creak open.
“Hey — ” I called out, but the word choked in my throat. Uncle Ben would knock. He wouldn’t just barge in. Slowly, slowly, the door squeaked open as I stared, frozen in the middle of the room, unable to call out.
Standing in the doorway was a tall, shadowy figure. I gasped as the figure lurched into the room, and I saw it clearly. Even in the dim light, I could see what it was.
A mummy.
Glaring at me with round, dark eyes through holes in its ancient, thick bandages.
A mummy.
Pushing itself off the wall and staggering stiffly toward me into the living room, its arms outstretched as if to grab me.
I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Bought this a good 10-12 years ago secondhand. #365daysoftshirts #Goosebumps
Trying to decide what to have R.L. Stine sign this weekend…
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Goosebumps #4: Say Cheese and Die!
Chapter 14
In seconds, the two coaches and both teams were running out to the fallen player, huddling over him, forming a tight, hushed circle around him. Crying, “Bird! Bird!” Shari leapt off the bleachers and began running to the circle of horrified onlookers. Greg started to follow, but stopped when he saw a familiar figure crossing the street at a full run, waving to him.
“Terry!” Greg cried. Why was his brother coming to the playground? Why wasn’t he at his after-school job at the Dairy Freeze?
“Terry? What’s happening?” Greg cried.
Terry stopped, gasping for breath, sweat pouring down his bright red forehead. “I … ran … all … the … way,” he managed to utter.
“Terry, what’s wrong?” A sick feeling crept up from Greg’s stomach.
As Terry approached, his face held the same frightened expression as in the photograph Greg had snapped of him. The same frightened expression. With the same house behind him across the street. The snapshot had come true. Just as the snapshot of Bird lying on the ground had come true. Greg’s throat suddenly felt as dry as cotton. He realized that his knees were trembling.
“Terry, what is it?” he managed to cry.
“It’s Dad,” Terry said, putting a heavy hand on Greg’s shoulder.
“Huh? Dad?”
“You’ve got to come home, Greg. Dad — he’s been in a bad accident.”
