Night of Scares
A fanfiction based on the app game
Goosebumps: Night of Scares
Prologue
"Urgh" I moaned. I opened my eyes only to see nothing but darkness. I blinked rapidly till my vision sharpened and I could see again. It wasn't pitch-black in here, there was a small light flickering on the floor and walls. I turned toward the source to see that the light was emitting from a small fire place. Fire place? What was a fire place doing in my room? The next thing I noticed was that I was lying, on my back, on the floor. The carpet felt different from my carpet and smelled a bit musty. Eyes wide open, now fully awake, I scrambled to my knees. I tried to stand but my legs wobbled so violently I toppled over. I reached out blindly and caught what felt like the arm of a chair. I looked around the room, taking in every detail. There seemed to be at least 3 or 4 cushioned chairs, a lamp by the fireplace, a red oriental carpet with some weird funky design etched into it, a small table next the door, and a large mahogany desk by the back of the study in front of some books; which are highlighted by a beam of light from one bulb on the ceiling.
Those weren't the only books however, the whole room was covered wall to wall, with books. Wow, whoever lives here must really love to read, I thought, gazing at the books in wonder and amazement. But how did I get here in the first place? The last thing I remember was climbing into bed, from an exhausting day from school and work. I tried remembering but when I thought back a few hours my head started throbbing. Gripping my head and gritting my teeth I tried harder to remember. Sweat broke out on my brow as I strained to remember what had happened after I went to bed.
Thunder boomed outside, making me jump, whirling to look out the window. The rain was coming down in sheets, I couldn't see anything. Lightening flashed as my eyes widened as more thunder boomed making my stomach rumble. It started storming bad when I went to bed too. Now I remember, I had woken up when the first loud BOOM of thunder made my window rattle. It jolted me out of bed. Curious I had climbed out of bed to look out the window. The storm was picking up, wind was blowing around sounding like a high-pitched whistle and the rain pelted the window pane like hail making little 'pings'. I stayed there for a while gazing outside for what felt like hours when I had heard a bone-chilling laugh that sent shivers down my spine. I turned quickly to see who had made that laugh. But before I catch a glimpse of the person, something hit the side of my head, knocking me unconscious. Frowning I glanced around the room and my gaze settled on the door out of the study. I should probably get out of here. Maybe there would be a coat or jacket somewhere downstairs near the door, like a coat rack. I could leave a note and-…." PSSST!"
I heard a voice echo. I scanned the room again only to find out that the voice was inside my head. "W-w-where are you?! Why can't I see you and where am i?!" I yelled angrily, feeling terrified. "SHHHH! Be quiet! You want the whole house to hear you?!" the voice said angrily. "Just come over towards the desk." I looked over at the big, seemingly old, desk warily. Maybe whoever is doing this is hiding underneath it? I made my way over to it, cautiously, keeping low just in case. There was no body there. I looked underneath the desk and all around; nothing. "PSSST!" I jerked my head from behind the swivel chair and stared at an old-fashioned type writer. I leaned closer to it, puzzled. Shouldn't these things belong in a museum? Suddenly it started to type… on its own! I jumped back startled, my eyes wide. Is it possessed or something? I shook my head. Nah, it's probably some sort of trick, there's no way that the type writer is typing on its own. I glanced at it again to see it still typing something out. The way it moved without anyone touching it, unnerved me.
I stole a quick glance at the door at the other end of the room. Should I make a run for it? I don't usually believe in the supernatural (ghosts, demons, etc.) but I do like a good mystery or two. My overwhelming curiosity ruled out any thought of running out the door as I stared at the drawing of what looked like to be a…. man, around his mid-forties, thick-framed glasses, and a serious look on his face. "Don't be afraid. My name is R.L. Stine." The voice said, it didn't seem to be coming from the type writer though. "I am stuck in this cursed type writer, but I can communicate with you by thought." He said answering my unasked question. I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "You expect me to believe that you are really THE R.L. Stine? The famous Goosebumps writer?" I said with sarcasm.
He didn't look anything like him. True, I never met the guy in person, but he has a pic or two of himself on the back of some of the Goosebumps books. "I know that it seems like a stretch but you have to believe me. I am R. L. Stine. If you don't believe me then that's up to you. But then your life would be in greater danger than it already is." His voice echoed in my head eerily. I just blinked at the paper of 'R. L. Stine'. I am in danger? From what or whom am I in danger from? "Listen…...you…...*cough* to… * cough cough*." The voice of 'Stine' sounded as if he was coughing and hacking in my head. "Writers block…... So… horrible. Need…. ink. Look…. drawer." he wheezed as I quickly searched for the ink cartage.
Locating it in the top right-side drawer I refilled the ink in the type writer then placed back inside and shut it closed. "Whew" he sighed in relief, "Thanks, I needed that. Now…" he began to say before he was interrupted by a few short raps on the door. Despite the thunder booming outside like a foghorn, the pounding on the door was exceptionally loud. I looked at the door wide-eyed, feeling cold at the center of my being. I don't know how, or why, but whatever was behind that door was not friendly. Again, my curiosity peaked which made me walk out from behind the desk about to head over to the door and open it to see who was there.
"QUICKLY!" 'Stine' yelled in my head causing me to wince. If I am the only one here and the only one who can see him then why is he prone to yelling at me!?, I thought grounding my teeth together. "Quick! HIDE! Under the desk!" he said, sounding urgent. Not wanting him to yell at me again I spun around and quickly hid underneath the desk. There was a weird looking statue underneath in the front of the desk, so I ducked behind it, curling into a tight little ball. A few more bangs on the door, followed by another BOOM of thunder, was now making me a little freaked out. I was about to peek over the desk when I heard the door squeak open. I hunched further into a ball praying not to be seen when the small 'pit pat' of what sounded like dress shoes scuffing the floor (don't ask how I know… it's too embarrassing to explain.).
The sound was getting closer and closer. I curled even tighter to it felt like I would stay in this position permantly. But whoever it was didn't stop at the desk. I heard him (or she?) scuffle behind me, making me tense, till they came to a stop behind the chair. "Ahhh. The books. The Goosebumps. But one just won't do. This one looks like fun, always up for a scare. Ah aha haa hahaha!" A weird, creepy voice sneered from behind the chair. For some reason, it sent shivers down my spine. A few minutes later he (male due to voice) finally came out from behind the chair and ran around the other side of the desk. Fortunately, he also ran in front of me so that I can see who it was. It was a…. a…. doll?! One of those vanqulitistism dummies. He had short painted, neat brown hair. From what I can see he had on a black tux suit with a red flower on his left side of the suit's lapel, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. He seemed to be around 3 ½ feet tall, up to around my waist. He doesn't seem that vicious. He seems like a push-over. Not very threatening. I was so wrapped up in trying to get a picture of that dummy in my head when I heard 'Stine' gasp in my head. "Slappy?! Released?! I... You need to capture him."
I blinked wide eyed at him. That was THE Slappy, from the Goosebumps novels? There was no way that could be him, a walking and talking puppet who causes mischief wherever he goes. I frowned thinking. If this guy knows that this puppet is Slappy then he must be R. L. Stine. I mean how many horror-thriller authors have a small creepy vacnkqulitist dummy who wants to make you his slave. "Ok. I'll help you Stine, but what can I do against a dummy? Isn't he one of the very dangerous monsters you created in your books?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Don't worry you can do this. I believe you. Now all you need to do is grab his book. It's near my Egyptian display to the left of my desk." I turned to see this huge Egyptian statue of some weird God in the corner of the room, off to the left of his desk. In the statue's hands was a worn-looking brown book, just like the many books in the back of the desk.
I went over to the statue and snatched the book up. I started flipping through the pages when Stine spoke, "Ok. Now that you have the book all you need to do is…" I frowned hard as I stared at the contents of the book. Something was wrong with the book. "Um, Stine? There are about three pages missing from this book." I said slowly. "What!? There are several pages missing? Damn. He must have torn a few pages out and stashed them somewhere in the house. Don't worry though. Once you find them they will instantly fuse with the book to make it whole. Once you have completed the book then you suck Slappy back into in and end his reign of terror forever." Stine exclaimed. If this was an anime I would have sweat dropped from the various ways his mood seems to keep swinging all over the place.
"There, look over by the fire place. There might be a page in here. Be careful though. I don't want that page to get damaged too badly otherwise it will never get fused with the book." I nodded at the type writer and walked over to the fire place. Sure, enough there was a page from Slappy's book wedged between the edge of the fire place and a case holding those fire pokers. I snatched it up before the page could catch on fire and placed it in the book in its rightful place. The book glowed a yellow-orange and a small whishing sound before stitching itself in the book as if it had never been torn out to begin with. One down two to go.
"Now that you have got the page the other two should be somewhere in one of the rooms upstairs." Stine exclaimed sounding eager and chipper, "The door is locked so you'll have to look for the key by the bookshelf near the door, the blue books." I shook my head in disbelief as I walked over to the bookshelf next to the door, pushing aside books left and right on each shelf, trying to locate the keys. Why would he put the keys inside the bookshelf? Ok, I sort of get on where he was going with hiding the keys somewhere just in case but to hide them near the door? I would have put them somewhere like my back pocket or inside a book. Shifting aside a few books on the 3rd shelf I finally found the keys to the study.