The Haunted Mask II (Goosebumps)
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Deciding to go to the same Halloween costume store where his friend Carly Beth got her face rearranged the previous year, Steve Boswell searches for the perfect mask and finds it, unaware that the mask is even scarier than it appears.
called. “Steve can do it,” I heard Johnny Myers say. “Steve can kick it farther than that.” “No way!” Duck insisted. “It’s too far even for a sixth grader.” “Hey — that’s an easy goal,” I bragged. “Why don’t you give me something hard to do?” Every once in a while I have to do something to impress them. Just to prove that I’m better than they are. So I moved up behind the ball. I stopped about eight or ten steps back. Gave myself plenty of running room. “Okay, guys, watch how a pro does
glances. “Well? Are you all too wimpy to meet me there?” I asked. “No way!” Marnie insisted. “No way! We’re not scared of a stupid old house!” They all began to tell me how brave they were. They all said they would meet me there. “I saw a ghost once,” Johnny Myers bragged. “Behind my garage. I shouted ‘Boo!’ and it floated away.” These kids are animals, but they have great imaginations. The other kids all started teasing Johnny. He stuck to his story. He insisted he saw a ghost. So they
Perhaps I can help you?” “No … I —” I heard Mr. Caldwell speak softly to someone else at his house. “It’s an old man, asking for Carly Beth. I can barely hear him. He won’t say who he is.” He came back on the phone. “Are you one of her teachers, sir? Where do you know my daughter from?” “She’s my friend,” I croaked. I heard him turn again to someone else in the room, probably Carly Beth’s mom. He muffled the phone with his hand, but I heard what he said: “I think it’s a nut. Some kind of
hurt them,” I told Chuck. “I just want to scare them. I just want to scare them to death.” The wind blew colder. I felt a cold drop of rain on my forehead. As we crossed the street, I noticed two girls from our class walking on the other side. I recognized Sabrina Mason’s black ponytail swinging behind her as she hurried along the sidewalk. And next to her, I recognized her friend Carly Beth Caldwell. “Hey!” I started to call out to them, but I stopped. An idea flashed into my mind. Seeing
lighting up the bare shelves, the empty counters inside. “We’d better get home,” Chuck warned, pulling me away from the store. “I’m not allowed to wander around town after dark.” He said something else, but I didn’t hear him. I was still picturing Carly Beth’s mask, still unable to get over my disappointment. “You don’t understand how important this is to me,” I told Chuck. “Those first graders are ruining my life. I have to pay them back this Halloween. I have to.” “They’re just first