Goosebumps 2000 (1998—2000)

Welcome to the new millennium of fear! Goosebumps 2000 had every reader terrified with 2000 times the scares!

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By R.L. Stine

In the light of the full moon, I saw the cat sprawled on its back, its head twisted to one side, its four paws straight up in the air.

Even from my bedroom window high above the ground, I recognized the cat.

The cat named Rip.

And I knew without going down there that I had killed it again. Killed it for a third time.


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Slappy took two steps across the floor. He grabbed Eddie Simkin with both wooden hands. And with surprising strength, Slappy dragged the terrified boy across the room.

"Slappy—stop!" I choked out.

He turned to me, his evil grin wider than ever. His eyes ablaze with excitement.

"This is MY party now!" Slappy screamed. "I want my bride!"


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Mrs. Maaargh stepped out from behind the desk. Her bare feet made wet, smacking sounds on the carpet. She began to circle me, her brown eyes studying me hungrily.

Her stomach growled. So loud, I jumped. It sounded like the gurgle of a bathtub emptying.

"You can't do this!" I gasped. "It isn’t...human!"

That made her smile grow wider. "I’m not human," my new teacher said. "I’m a monster."


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"I am ready," I repeated, speaking from my robot-like trance. "They are coming!"

"Stop that, Jack," Mrs. Hansen scolded. "You're scaring everyone."

"Huh?" Voices buzzed in my ear. I could barely hear my own voice.

"The others are coming. From their planet," I announced. "They are coming very soon."

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The alien opened its mouth revealing four tusks and rows of pointed teeth. A cap of green skin formed over its forehead, curved and hard like a turtle shell.

It spread its arms. Raised them out at its sides. And took a heavy wet step toward me. I finally forced my trembling legs to move. I stumbled back.

"Are—are you friendly?" I choked out in a tiny voice.

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My double rounded the corner. He was heading for the front doors! He was getting away!

I gritted my teeth and tore around the corner after him.

And suddenly I stood face-to-face with him!

"Who-are-you?" I panted. "Who?"

The boy with my face gave me a mocking smile.

"I’m taking over your life, Monty," he said softly. "And you can’t stop me."

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Iris reached over and shook hands with me. Her long black fingernails scraped my palm. Then, moving her lips silently, she rubbed the crow’s back once, twice...three times.

Her eyes shot open. "There. It is done. A lovely little revenge. Your brother will have a terrible accident—and he’ll never recover."

"Nooo!" I wailed. "No—please! That’s not what I want! Take it back! Take it back!"

"Sorry," Iris said coldly. "It’s too late."

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I lowered my head and started to swim slowly steadily out to the white floating platform. I was four or five strokes away from it when I found something wrap around my ankle.

At first, I thought it was a piece of seaweed.

But then I felt it grip me. I thrashed the water with both hands.

"Let go—!"

But the hard, bony hand held on, tugging me, tugging me underwater.

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"Go, Craig! Go, Craig!" Amy chanted, urging me on.

I lowered my hands to the coffin lid. The wood felt cool and smooth. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe.

It's no big deal. A coffin is just a big wooden box. It's no different from lying down on a bed.

I took a deep breath. Pushed with all my strength.

The coffin lid slid open. I gazed inside—and started to scream.

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Frozen in silence, I squinted into the eerie, pale light. Hands popped up from beneath the ground. They shook off dirt and stretched. A dozen hands poked up, shimmering yellow and green in the moonlight.

And then heads. Human heads. Hair caked with dirt. Skin loose, hanging from their skulls. They stared at me with pleading eyes, faces twisted, mouths hanging open in pain.

"Take me with you," one of them called in a dry whisper.

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By R.L. Stine

The fog shimmered up over the dark grass over the bent scraggly trees. Covering the hill covering the old graveyard.

Spencer Levy heard the horrifying moan. Though the windowpane he heard a long low moan floating from the hill.

Human and animal at the same time.

So cold. So sad. So near...

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Carefully, the alien poured purple liquid into the bottle. "Our only supply of Brain Energizer Fluid," he muttered. "Let's hope it works."

"Hurry, Morggul," he said, giving his fat partner a push with all four tentacles.

Morggul gazed at the purple bottle. His lower mouth frowned. His upper mouth said, "No human has ever drunk this formula. How do we know what side effects it will have? Maybe it will kill them!"

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"There's a food stand over there," I said, pointing. A Horror in a purple apron leaned against a small cart.

We hurried over to it. A sign on top of the cart read: FINGERS.

"Great! You got chicken fingers?" Luke asked the Horror.

She shook her head. "No. Just fingers."

I lowered my eyes to the cart. Steam rose up. I saw a pile of fingers toasting inside. Human fingers.

"They’re pretty good with ketchup," the Horror rasped.

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I gripped the banister and gasped in silence as Uncle Jekyll staggered into the house.

His white hair shot out wildly from his head as if it had been shocked with electricity. His pale eyes bulged. His face was smeared with dirt.

I wanted to disappear. I didn't want him to see me. I didn't want him to explain where he had been or what he had done.

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The two figures floated up from the pile of dusty costumes. One was a man, the other a woman. Their faces were ghoulish. Skin pulled so tight Jake could see the bone underneath. Eyes yellow, sunken back in their sockets. Their lips cracked and purple.

"Now we can make our movie," the woman said, floating closer to Jake, arms outstretched, side by side with the man. "The most horrifying movie ever made!"

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I didn't see a flight attendant as I stepped into the plane. But my seat was easy to find. It was the very first seat in the front row of the first-class section.

I fiddled with the seat belt. Then I remembered the envelope my mom had given me. Did my mom and dad write me a letter?

I tore open the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed in shock as the short message: WE ARE NOT YOUR PARENTS.

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The creature had the face of a wolf. And the back and chest of a man.

He stared at me with those black, gleaming eyes. He curled back his thick lips. I stared in horror at the long, curved fangs.

Then—before I could run—the werewolf leaned back on his haunches. Raised his head in a fierce howl.

And sank his fangs deep into my skin.

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I stared deep into the ring. A cloudy form shifted inside the jewel. It moved as if—as if were alive.

Miss Gold turned the ring in the light. The cloud became a face. It frowned inside the jewel.

"What is that?" I gasped.

"It's a flaw in the jewel," Miss Gold explained.

I couldn't take my eyes off the ring. The face inside was so ugly. So creepy. So evil.

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A big yellow bus roared to a stop in front of our house.

The bus doors opened.

"Going to Camp Full Moon" the driver snarled.

I raised my eyes to his face—and screamed.

His face was red and swollen—and covered with fleas. Angry, dark blotches swelled on his forehead—raw, fresh flea bites, dripping with yellow gunk.

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The dragon's wings stretched...stretched like a ship's sail unfurling—and cut through power lines over the side of the street. Electricity crackled and sparks flew as the lines came down.

I watched, frozen in terror, as the dragon turned its massive body toward my house. It pulled back its head in an angry roar of attack.

"It—it's coming here!" I choked out. "It's coming after us!"

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By R.L. Stine

Mitchell Moinian tried to do some homework. But he kept jumping up and going to his bedroom window to peer down at the car.

A street light made the chrome bumpers sparkle and the sleek blue body glow. Mitchell couldn't resist. He had to sit in the car.

Holding his breath he crept down the stairs and out the front door. He stepped around to the drivers side of the car and grabbed the handle.

"Go ahead," a voice whispered. "Climb in." Mitchell had no idea how scary this ride was going to be.

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The blanket. The sheets. They were shredded.

Clawed to bits.

Grunting, my chest heaving up and down. Raspy breaths escaping from my open mouth, I staggered across the bedroom to my mirror.

And stared at even more horror.

Tufts of short black fur grew from the back of my neck. Monstrous and ugly...

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Slappy stared down in amazement at the dummy stretched out in the crate. There was no mistaking it. The dummy was his identical twin.

"Where'd you get this piece of junk?" he demanded sarcastically. But his eyes darted nervously from side to side.

Jimmy O'James carefully picked up the new dummy and a yellowed stack of papers. "I found him in a magic store. And these instructions tell how to bring this other dummy to life—and how to put you to sleep forever!"

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I click the remote from channel to channel. On a fishing show, two men in a motorboat are pulling a strange two-headed fish from the water. On a game show, contestants are receiving jolts of electricity.

I click again, and we see a news program. "Earth Geeks have landed," the reporter announces solemnly. "Everyone should be on the lookout. The mayor-governor has declared a state of emergency."

I turn to Arlene. I can see by her face that she has the same thought.

"Maybe were the Earth Geeks—and they're out to get us!"

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I stood in front of my new mirror and gazed at my reflection.

The glass was clean and smooth and perfect.

The reflection was incredibly bright, almost brighter and clearer than the room.

A chill ran down my back.

Fred was staring over my shoulder.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"The mirror," he said softly. "I s-saw something moving in there."

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