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1) The Horror at Camp Jellyjam Click on the image to see the book's price. If there is a Goosebumps story that utterly creeped me out of my wits, then that would be The Horror at Camp Jellyjam. The story is well planned, and the writing is fantastic. 2) The Haunted Mask. Click on the image to see the book's price. Another story of revenge where revenge takes a dreadful turn. I still remember its ending. How I felt after reading the last line.  3) Night of the Living Dummy Click on the image to see the book's price. How can there a be Goosebumps list without the mention of this book? Night of the Living Dummy is an absolute gem for horror fans. 4) Ghost Beach. Click on the image to see the book's price. A story about a ghost who lives deep inside a cave. A ghost who is three hundred years old. A ghost who comes out when the moon is full. A ghost who is haunting the beach. 5) Egg Monsters from Mars Click on the imag...

PART ONE: THE NEED. 1. "Go to hell!"   If God ever gave Niti a chance to turn back the time, to revisit that goddamn meeting with her friend in that goddamn hotel where her friend had asked her if she were interested in a part-time job, then Niti would have told her: "Go to hell!"   Of course, God never gave her that chance. So, Niti accepted the offer that sealed her fate. When she took the job and finally got acquainted with the real terror, Niti Shetty was nineteen.    But before the job, before the meeting, came the goddamn scooter. 2. The leaden sky was filled with the streaks of pink clouds. The Sun had almost dipped itself into some unknown ocean. Niti, worn out by the days’ worth of play, mounted her ramshackle scooter that looked as ancient as the earth itself, its maroon paint faded and chrome parts all rusted. She put on her helmet and stared at the silhouetted facade and then around the college-yard that was filled...

Go Back PART THREE: THE TRUTH 1.   Niti was the first to cross the threshold. The floor beneath her rattled a bit, and she realized that she was standing on something that was made up of metal. Maybe steel, she thought.   A white bulb went on overhead. Then the next one went on, revealing that she was standing at the head of a steel staircase that petered into darkness. Another bulb alighted itself. This one showed her that the staircase went deeper than she had thought. Four more bulbs went on. Then ten. Fifteen. Thirty. Sixty. One hundred.   Soon Niti found herself staring at an enormous underground bunker strewn with towering shelves and many other things.   "What is this place," Shruti said from behind, her voice strangely magnified.   "It looks like a top secret…" Niti groped for a word, found it, "warehouse."   Shruti brushed past her and began descending down the stairs.   "Where are you going?" ...

Go Back PART TWO: THE NIGHT OF CATERPILLARS. 1. A crescent moon hung against the star-strewn sky. The air was warm and pleasant. Niti stood all by herself on a deserted sidewalk, starting at the building beyond the wall—at the third-floor window which was Shruti's apartment.   After a few minutes, the gate to her right swung open, and Shruti appeared, a smile stretching on her face.   "What took you so long?" Niti grumbled.   "I was deciding what to wear," Shruti said. The two girls stared at each other for a moment or two, then burst out laughing.   "What did you tell your dad?" Niti asked, still laughing.   "Sleepover," Shruti said.   "Did he believe it?"   "Of course not," Shruti said, "He thinks I'm going to a drug party."   "Where is that boy you were talking about?" Niti said, holding her stomach to calm herself down.   "He had sai...