So basically, this is the same book with a few changes. Honestly, this book is easily the most underrated of the whole Goosebumps series. I really like how R.L. Stine tried something different and implemented psychological fear inside the reader with a huge mind-fuck rather than some cheesy scares from many of the previous books. Now my only gripe about this book is that I wish it would've gone longer, and the twist ending. I mean I get that Keith dreaming he was Marco is someone looking in another person's perspective, and that explains the ending of the novel, but still, I'd prefer if the story focused more on Marco since it would be interesting if he survives through his hallucinations or not. So this is how I would re-write the ending. I don't own Goosebumps, so let's get started. Hope you enjoy.

I don't know how long I screamed for. I had finally stopped when the ugly inside out monster finally started talking.

"Now I'll make sure you take good care of me, Marco!" Keith said in a gravelly voice. "You're going to take care of me for the rest of your life!"

I didn't move. I couldn't move. I was actually staring at Keith's insides, similar to how I saw Gwynnie turn inside out in my dream. Why don't Mom and Gwynnie hear me? I thought. Can they not hear this monster? Can't they not hear me screaming? Why won't they come already?

I was now in a dilemma. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I was in a dream or if I'm really awake. I could only stare as the ugly, yellow monster stared back at me. Its thick, purple veins throbbing around its slimy skin. Just staring at those veins made my head throb. I watched as it slowly approach me.

"Let's go, Marco," he gurgled. "I know you'll take great care of me."

As soon as he finally closed in on me, I finally made my move and leapt onto my bed. I didn't know if I was dreaming or not. But either way, I surely wasn't going to just let this monster attack me. I stood on my bed and took a mighty jump on the mattress and over the monster.

I landed with a thud and darted out of the bedroom. The hallways were dark and grim, and the air was as cool as the inside of the refrigerator. As I made a run for the stairs, I heard Keith's voice echo through the halls.

"You can't run from me, Marco!" he bellowed menacingly. "I'm going to make sure you take good care of me!"

Seriously, why can't Mom and Gwynnie hear any of this? Gwynnie's room was right next door to my room, and my mom's room was just across the hall closer to the bathroom. I ran down the stairs and made my way in the living room.

I leaned against the sofa and struggled to catch my breath. I began to sweat. My head throbbed some more. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly as if someone was drilling a hole through my chest. I looked around the living room. It was mostly all grim and dark, except for the moonlight shining outside through the curtains. The shadows of the furniture around the living room towered around the walls. I felt as if I was entering a cave. With no one around but the strange creatures after me. This wasn't a dream. This was a nightmare! A real life nightmare that I knew I wasn't asleep for! I had just about caught my breath when I saw a moving shadow tower above me.