Goosebumps Rl Stine Quotes

Sometimes it helps to scold yourself, to give yourself advice.

The next day, Greg is so large that he cannot even ride the car to school because he can't fit in the car. His parents believe this to have been caused by a food allergy and resolve to take him to the doctor later.

You guys are just jealous because i'm a natural athlete and you can't cross the street without falling on your face." -(Bird) Doug

He's is a real dummy

Zeke and I struggled to get to the dressing room so we could get changed. But we were mobbed by people who wanted to congratulate us and tell us how talented and terrific we were.

This was a normal town once, and we were normal people. Most of us worked at the plastics factory on the outskirts of town. Then one day there was an accident... something escaped from the factory, a yellow gas. It floated over the town so fast that we didn't see it, didn't realize... and then it was too late, and Dark Falls wasn't a normal town anymore.

breath freezes

There wouldn't be so many stories about vampires and zombies and other weird creatures if they didn't really exist.

The kid moved, and Judith dropped her lunch tray on the table and took her seat. "Would you like to swap lunches?" she asked me. "Yours looks so much better than mine." I was holding a mashed-up tunafish sand-wich. "This?" I asked, waving it. Half the tunafish fell out of the soggy bread. "Yum!" Judith exclaimed. "Want my pizza, Sam? Here. Take it." She slid her tray in front of me. "You bring great lunches. I wish my mum packed lunches like yours." I could see Cory staring at me , his eyes wide with disbelief. I really couldn't believe it, either. All Judith wanted from the world was to be exactly like me!

But there is always one last chance—right?

sari is the most competitive person i know. she has to be the first and best at everything. if everyone is catching the flu, she has to be the first one to catch it!

Cameras can only record what they see.

Getting invisible is fun, but it could be dangerous.

But I wasn't feeling like a winner. I felt like an ugly freak.

I can see ghosts.

chicken salad.

He didn’t like being the sensible one of the group. Everyone always made fun of the sensible one. He’d rather be the wild and crazy one. But, somehow, he always ended up sensible.

I always fixed beef for your father. But he only wanted pie.

You won't be going home tonight - or ever," Trevor whispered. "You've seen too much.

Tap-tap-tap is better than thump-thumpthump," Ivy said.

There’s no harm in taking a peek.

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. "I... uh... used to live in your house," I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

So Miss Curdy said I had to be punished. She gave me a choice of punishments. One: I could come into the gym after school every day and inflate all the basketballs — by mouth — until my head exploded. Or two: I could coach the first-grade soccer team. I chose number two. The wrong choice.

Dad, are we lost?” Luke repeated the question. “Yeah, we’re lost,” Dad replied quietly. “Hopelessly lost.” Clay let out a soft cry and slumped in the seat. He looked a little like a balloon deflating. “Don’t tell him that!” Mom cried sharply. “What should I tell him?” Dad snapped back. “We’re nowhere near Zoo Gardens. We’re nowhere near civilization! We’re in the desert, going nowhere!

People don’t always take us seriously,” she continued. “People come to HorrorLand and think it’s all a big joke. People laugh at the signs around the park. They laugh at the rides and attractions.

My name is Abe Marcus. Ned and I are identical twins. We look exactly alike. Even Ma and Pa can’t tell us apart. But we don’t act alike. I am the serious twin. Maybe it’s because I am two minutes older.

I gabbed Ivy's arm. "Look. Ivy. Something just moved - by that tombstone." We both stared into the gray light. "Oh, noooo," I moaned. I watched, trembling in horror as someone climbed out of a grave.

Greg was very interested in cameras. He had an inexpensive automatic camera, which took okay snapshots. But he was saving his allowance in hopes of buying a really good camera with a lot of lenses. He loved looking at camera magazines, studying the different models, picking out the ones he wanted to buy.

You coming or not?" he repeated impatiently. I was going to say no. But then, glancing at the curtains, I thought, it's probably no more spooky out there in that cemetery than it is here in my own bedroom!

I became more and more confused. My brain got so fuzzy, I even began to wonder if I'd ever actually been a boy at all. Maybe I'd really been a bee for my entire life, and I'd just dreamed about being a boy.

WELCOME. YOU ARE MOST WANTED. Come in. I'm R.L. Stine. Welcome to the Goosebumps office. Glad you made it through the barbed wire fence. Don't worry. Those cuts will stop bleeding in an hour or two. Why do we have a barbed wire fence? To keep the Abominable Snowman from escaping. I'm surprised you didn't see him. He's creeping up right behind you. Hurry. Step inside and shut the door. You don't want to find out why everyone calls him Abominable. Hey, don't be scared of Eddie over there. Eddie woke up dead tired one morning. Guess what? He actually was dead. Yes, Eddie is a zombie. But he doesn't like that word. He likes to be called "life-challenged." He's not much trouble. He only needs to eat human flesh once a day. Don't be nervous. He just finished his breakfast. Whom did he have for breakfast? I'm not sure. But I haven't seen my brother all morning... Eddie - what did I tell you about eating the family? Oh, well. Let me ask you a question before Eddie has to have his next meal. What do you think is the Most Wanted holiday?

She wasn’t wearing a mask! The monstrous green face was her face. She wasn’t wearing a monster costume. None of the Horrors were wearing costumes, I realized. I stepped back, raising my hands in horror as if trying to shield myself.

They had me on my back. And then they all swarmed at once. Bony hands pawed at me. The grunts and groans rang in my ears. I screamed as their sharp fingers punctured my chest - and ripped it open. I kept screaming as they lowered their ugly heads and began to feed.

Squatting over it, I pulled it open. My clothes were neatly folded at the top. Robb hadn’t stolen anything.

I’ve been home the whole time. Watching you. What do we do with a troublemaker?

The scarecrow walks at midnight,” he uttered in a low voice.

What was the truth about the camera? he wondered. Does the camera show the future? Or does it actually cause bad things to happen?

We used to live in your house," George said. "And now, guess what?" Jerry added. "Now we're dead in your house!

they should invent a car that stays cool inside when it is parked

Faster, Jerry!” Dr. Shreek instructed, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Faster! The hands are alive! Alive!” “I can’t do it!” I cried. “Please!” “Faster! Faster!

Watch. I’m going to make you read the next sentence. THE NEXT SENTENCE.

What a strange place to leave a camera. Why would someone put it here? If it were valuable enough to hide in a secret cabinet, why didn’t he take it with him?

It isn’t a toy, you know. You don’t know anything about it. You don’t know what it really does to your body.

Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marty kept leaping into the air. I thought I might have to tie a rope around his waist and hold onto it to keep him from floating away!

Aren’t your feet supposed to be the same size as each other?

I enjoyed

I talk to myself a lot, but it seldom does any good. I’m a tense kid. I know it. But I have good reason to be tense.

And that’s when I heard it. That’s when I heard the ghost’s harsh whisper. It seemed to be coming from the open closet. “Welcome …” I heard. “Welcome. Welcome to your DOOM.

Grandpa Mo choked out. "They...they...they are hungry. Very hungry.

Running now. Running blindly, my heart thudding. Running home. Covered in thick, black fur. Running in panic, in shame. In fear.

there is nothing I love better than slamming the ball in my older sister’s face and making her chase after it.

I mean, who could think about sneakers when an invisible building was waiting to be discovered?

Never fear, KidsCare is here,

Was it it possible that I thought a pile of clothes was a smiling girl?’ - Amanda Benson

to see the drooling, pink mouth open

I’d like to dive into an enormous pool of iced tea,” Kris said, “like in the TV commercials. It always looks so cold and refreshing.

Here I was, locked inside this creepy old library with a monster, and I was worried about getting scolded for being late for dinner!

My dream is that Cole gets punished for mouthing off the way he usually does. And his punishment is that he has to feed the chickens for the rest of his life. Everyone has to have a dream — right?

His camera at home was just too crummy. That’s why all his pictures came out too dark or too light, and everyone in them had glowing red dots in their eyes. Greg wondered if this camera was any good.

Despite the loud booing from Shari and Greg, Bird managed to punch the ball past the shortstop for a single. “Lucky hit!” Greg yelled, cupping his hands into a megaphone. Bird pretended not to hear him.

Above me on the landing stood a strange girl, about my age, with short black hair. She was smiling down at me, not a warm smile, not a friendly smile, but the coldest, most frightening smile I had ever seen.

Stupid Ginny and her karate kicks. Why did Mom have to take her to that martial-arts school anyway? My life has been miserable ever since. She’s only ten, but she fights way better than I do. I’ve got the bruises to show it.

liked to tell me ghost stories that happened here. He said ghosts walked the halls at night, clanking their chains.” Robby shook his head. “Why do ghosts always have to clank chains?” he said. “If they are ghosts, couldn’t they just slip out of their chains?

Greg had been nearly out the door, on his way next door to Shari’s birthday party, when the phone rang. “Hi, Greg. Why aren’t you on your way to my party?” Shari had asked when he’d run to pick up the receiver. “Because I’m on the phone with you,” Greg had replied dryly.

So, when Cole was two and I was four, we moved to Goshen Falls. Lucky us! The whole town is three blocks long. We have a cute little farm with a cute little farmhouse. And even though Mom and Dad are computer programmers — not farmers — we have a backyard full of chickens.

These five teens are convinced it was not a prank. They all believe this is the beginning of the zombie apocalypse we hear so much about. But I'm not so sure I believe their story - not this close to Halloween." The girl with the ponytail frowned at him. "I know what I saw," she said. "They are here!

would be funny if Mr. Piccolo resembled a piccolo, but he doesn’t. Actually, he’s quite round. More like a bass fiddle. He has a big pouch of a belly that stretches the oversized turtleneck sweaters he always wears. He has a round face, too. He’s mostly bald and his scalp shines like a bowling ball. He wears square eyeglasses, which are always sliding down

Vanessa,” he murmured. I stared at him. I knew instantly what he meant. I had been thinking the same thing all along. Remembering the horrible moment we spilled Vanessa’s groceries. “Yes,” I agreed. “I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to believe it. But Vanessa did this to us. Vanessa is BLUUUUCK BLUCCCK turning us into chickens.” “Chicken chicken,” he clucked.

Halloween?” Sabrina Mason asked. She moved her fork around in the bright yellow macaroni on her lunch tray but didn’t take a bite. Carly Beth Caldwell sighed and shook her head. The overhead light on the lunchroom ceiling made her straight brown hair gleam. “I don’t know. A witch, maybe.” Sabrina’s mouth dropped open. “You? A witch?” “Well, why not?” Carly Beth demanded,

Well . . . maybe I can sneak out for a few minutes,” Bird said, lowering his voice. And then Greg heard him shout to his mother: “It’s no one, Ma! I’m talking to no one!” Boy, that’s quick thinking! Greg thought sarcastically. He’s a worse liar than I am. And then he heard Bird call to his mom: “I know I’m on the phone. But I’m not talking to anyone. It’s only Greg.” Thanks a lot, pal, Greg thought.

He squinted at us. "You really believe there might be zombies in Franklin Village?" "Maybe," I said. "We just thought we'd patrol at night and search for them." "But that could be dangerous," Trevor said. He leaned toward us. His eyes darted from Alec to me. "That could be very dangerous." A chill rolled down my back. He had suddenly changed. His voice deepened. And his words sounded like a warning. Or a threat.

Greg watched in horror as the ball bounced off Bird and dribbled away onto the infield grass. Bird’s eyes went wide with disbelief, confusion. He stood frozen in place on the base path for a long moment. Then both of his hands shot up above his head, and he uttered a shrill cry, long and loud, like the high-pitched whinny of a horse. His eyes rolled up in his head. He sank to his knees and uttered another cry, softer this time. Then he collapsed, sprawling onto his back, his neck at an unnatural angle, his eyes closed. He didn’t move.

Bird didn’t move. Shari and Greg, running side by side at full speed, reached him together. “Bird?” Shari knelt down beside him. “Bird?” Bird opened one eye. “Gotcha,” he said quietly. The weird half-smile formed on his face, and he exploded in high-pitched laughter. It took Shari and Greg a while to react. They both stood open-mouthed, gaping at their laughing friend. Then, his heart beginning to slow to normal, Greg reached down, grabbed Bird with both hands, and pulled him roughly to his feet. “I’ll hold him while you hit him,” Greg offered, holding Bird from behind.

Maybe we should bring these sandwiches with us in case we get lost for days.” I scooted my chair back. “Come on. Let’s go. I really am excited to see this house. When I was little, Uncle Victor liked to tell me ghost stories that happened here. He said ghosts walked the halls at night, clanking their chains.” Robby shook his head. “Why do ghosts always have to clank chains?” he said. “If they are ghosts, couldn’t they just slip out of their chains?” “Maybe we can find some ghosts, and we’ll ask them,” I replied. Robby and I headed down the back hall that led away from the kitchen. I liked him. He was easy to talk to, and he had a nice laugh. I think he liked me, too.

No field trip. No pancakes. And a boring lecture. As we took our seats in the auditorium, I wanted to complain to Buzzy about how unfair it was. But he was talking to Summer Magee, who sat on his other side. I couldn’t blame him for ignoring me. Summer is one of the hottest girls in school. I’ve had a mad crush on her since third grade, when we built a volcano together for the science fair. Summer saved my life when the volcano exploded and a wave of burning hot lava gushed onto the front of my T-shirt. She grabbed the shirt in both hands—and ripped it off my body before I was too badly burned. The class went wild. I’ve had a thing for her ever since. But let’s face facts. In the past three years, Summer hasn’t paid much attention to me at all. I think maybe she was disappointed that our volcano was such a loser. Or maybe she doesn’t even remember the whole thing. Summer has wavy blond hair, dimples in both cheeks, sky-blue eyes,

I stood in a bare room of dark wood floors and olive-green walls. No furniture. It was daytime. A slender beam of sunlight washed in through a single dust-smeared window. And a boy stood stiffly in front of the window, his face hidden in shadow. I was standing close enough to reach out and touch him. He took a step out of the shadow, and I could see his empty eye sockets. His eyes were missing. Under the deep holes in his face, his mouth twisted in a menacing scowl. I turned away. I couldn’t bear to look at him. Wave after wave of panic rolled down my body. I shut my eyes and wished myself out of there. I knew I was dreaming. I struggled to raise myself, to pull myself up from the ugly dream, away from the boy with no eyes. But no. When I turned back, I was still in that narrow room, still standing across from the scowling boy. Trapped in the dream. Unable to escape it. And then the boy stuck his arms straight out, as if reaching for me. He staggered toward me. Closer … closer … I

He looked a lot like the drawings of Benjamin Franklin in my history book.

bird,

My school is very lucky. We have an Olympic-size pool.

Noah — get off me!” she demanded, trying to push the big duck off her chest.

KARRU MARRI ODONNA LOMA MOLONU KARRANO.

I didn’t know that carrying the old typewriter home would totally ruin my life. I dragged the typewriter into the ranch house where I live.

That’s a perfect Cory story. I guess you’re starting to get the idea. He doesn’t need a rabbit’s foot for luck.

The engines roared. Dr. D turned the wheel, and the Cassandra edged sharply into the waves. Sheena and I took our places on a bench against the cabin wall. The boat rocked hard, and a strong spray washed over the railing. Soon, we were crashing over the sparkling waves. A red-orange sun floated on the horizon. I turned back and saw the tiny island of Careebo vanish, a speck of yellow on the blue water. About an hour later, Dr. D locked the wheel. Then he led the way down to the galley for some lunch. Normally, the Cassandra has a crew of three or four. But when Sheena and I visit in the summer, Dr. D likes to give them time off. He pulled out the grilled bluefish left over from last night’s dinner and some sandwich rolls, and we sat around the small white table and ate fish sandwiches and drank papaya juice. After lunch, Dr.

Dad drove Heather home. He didn’t talk much in the car. He just kept shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

The piano sounds became a roar, like an ocean of music crashing against the dark tile walls.

Politeness is so important,” Vanessa said, holding us up to her face. “Especially for young people. That’s what I care about more than anything else in the world. Good manners.” She narrowed her eyes at us. “That day in front of the grocery,” she scolded, “you didn’t apologize for crashing into me. So I had no choice. I had to punish you.” She studied us, tsk-tisking. So that’s why Anthony wasn’t turned into a chicken, too! I realized. Before he ran away, Anthony had called out to Vanessa that he was sorry. If only Cole and I had apologized then! We wouldn’t be peeping little chicks today.

Behind me, Mom busily cleaned out the refrigerator, making room for the groceries Dad was out buying. I was dying to tell her about the scary mask. I wanted to show it to her. Maybe put it on and make her scream. But I knew she’d ask too many questions about where I bought it, and how much it cost, and how much of my allowance I used up to pay for it. All questions I couldn’t answer.

Lawn Lovely is a store two blocks from our house. It’s the place where Dad buys his lawn ornaments. A lot of lawn ornaments. Dad is as nuts about lawn ornaments as he is about gardening. We have so many lawn ornaments in our front yard, it’s impossible to mow the lawn! What a crowd scene! We have two pink plastic flamingos. A cement angel with huge white wings. A chrome ball on a silver platform. A whole family of plaster skunks. A fountain with two kissing swans. A seal that balances a beach ball on its nose. And a chipped plaster deer.

Two hours after the melon disaster, I sprawled on the floor of my room. Grounded. With nothing to do.

That was my costume for the past five years. A hobo. Actually, it wasn’t much of a costume. I wore one of Dad’s baggy old suits with patches on the pants. Mom rubbed charcoal on my face to make me look dirty. And I carried a knapsack on a fishing pole over my shoulder. Bor-ring!

I was stunned. “I wished it,” I murmured. “And now it’s come true.” “What are you talking about?” Foz demanded. He grabbed me by the shoulders. “Get it together, Tim. We’ve got to do something! What’s going to happen when your parents get home?” “I told Ginny I’d turn her into a rabbit,” I explained, still dazed. “To get back at her for ruining all my magic shows. And now she is a rabbit!

turned and gazed up at the empty hatch. Sheena was already in the water. “Courage,” I whispered. That’s the official slogan of the Undersea Mutant. I searched the control panel. I found a lever marked ANCHOR. I pulled the lever down and heard a loud buzz. Some kind of electric anchor. At least the sub would be here, ready for our return. I pulled myself up to the top of the hatch. Shielding my eyes with one hand, I squinted into the distance. Yes. A long yellow sand island. I could see some trees near the shore. “Come on, Billy — jump!” Sheena called. She floated on her back alongside the sub.

I had all these fantasies about going down into the pyramid with my uncle, discovering mummies and ancient treasures. Fighting off ancient Egyptians who had come back to life to defend their sacred tomb, and escaping after a wild chase, just like Indiana Jones.

guess I could start my story by telling you about the school assembly on Monday morning. It will give you a good idea of what has been happening to me. I pushed into the third row of the auditorium

My name is Sammy Baker. I’m twelve, and I never freak out or lose my cool or go berserk. I’m probably the quietest, nicest, most law-abiding, rule-following, do-good kid at Grover Cleveland Middle School. Ask anyone. Even Miss Flake, my teacher, says I am the least trouble of any of her students. She says that’s her highest compliment. Miss Flake says she would give me a gold star for attitude

No field trip. No pancakes. And a boring lecture. As we took our seats in the auditorium, I wanted to complain to Buzzy about how unfair it was. But he was talking to Summer Magee, who sat on his other side. I couldn’t blame him for ignoring me. Summer is one of the hottest girls in school. I’ve had a mad crush on her since third grade, when we built a volcano together for the science fair. Summer saved my life when the volcano exploded and a wave of burning

Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!

Have a haunted haunted Christmas, And a scary New Year’s, too. Have a haunted haunted Christmas, And to one and all say, BOO.

I dreamed about melons that night. I dreamed that a casaba melon grew in our front yard. Grew and grew and grew. Bigger than our house. Something startled me out of my melon dream. I fumbled for my alarm clock. One A.M. Then I heard a howl. A low, mournful howl. Outside the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window.