I never created Goosebumps.
Jonathan Chiller smiled after his eyes were on a few costumes. ''My friends,'' he said. The Horror costumes were adjusted at a snail's pace.
He refused to recall his past. Jonathan's mother ordering him to always study. His father usually forcing him to hunt.
''You never order me around, my friends. You're always with me. I'll protect you from harm,'' Jonathan said to the costumes.
The door of Jonathan's shop opened.
A girl appeared and stumbled for a moment.
Frowning, Jonathan approached her. His eyes settled on other items. Mostly figurines. Fragile figurines.
''I'm looking,'' the girl said to Jonathan as she frowned. She started to stumble another time. She fell into the costumes and knocked them down. The girl had no idea why Jonathan's eyes widened. Why he glowered. The girl shrugged.
Jonathan continued to scowl even when she departed. Worry appeared in his eyes before he approached the damaged costumes. A handful of tears ran down his face.
THE END