Goosebumps Page #7

your grasp, but you can't move.

You're trapped.

That's what it felt like

to be locked inside your books.

Wait. The book.

Where is it?

As the monsters converged,

Zach closed his eyes,

and the monsters

were swallowed

back into the world

of paper and ink.

Can you type any faster?

This is my first time

using a typewriter.

Keep going.

Eureka, eureka, 23-69...

They're coming.

What are we gonna do?

Finish it, Zach.

One by one,

the monsters disappeared

back into the book,

never to be seen...

...again. The end.

Here.

What happens now?

We're about to find out.

We're all gonna die!

Just hold on!

Hold on tight!

Where's the seat belt

in this thing?

Let's go.

Right.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Okay. Hurry up. All the monsters

will be here any second.

All the monsters.

Wait. What are you waiting for?

Come on,

open the book.

Hannah, there's something

that you need to know,

and you're not gonna...

Open the book, Zach.

No, no. You don't

understand.

If we open the book,

that means...

It means I'll be stuck

on a shelf someplace forever.

You knew?

How many sweet sixteens

can one girl have?

Zach,

it's time to move on.

Now open the book,

scaredy-cat.

No.

Okay. Then I'll open it.

Wait, no. Hannah!

Wait, Hannah.

I've got you.

Maybe if I hold on to you

tight enough...

You have to let go, Zach.

Whoa!

Slappy's not happy!

Neither is Stine!

Stupid dummy!

See you in your dreams!

You'll be okay.

I'll always be

in your imagination,

which is really

where I belong.

I'm just sad we never

got to share a dance.

Wait.

Yeah. One more coat,

we should be good.

Let's go, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome back to class, guys.

All right. Welcome back.

Hey. Watch it.

Back to business. Let's go.

Okay. I'll give you

a 60-second head start.

It's okay, Mom.

Let's go in together.

So mature.

You love it.

Maybe after fourth period.

Oh, okay. That would be great.

You okay? You breathing?

You're gonna be great.

Okay? You look great.

You smell great.

My God, what is that?

I rub myself in cilantro

every morning.

Of course you do,

my sexy little salsa.

Go on.

Okay. I'm off to work.

Oh, what did I have for you?

There it is.

Oh. Oh. Went too far.

Got it.

Hello. Ahem.

My name is Mr. R. L. Stine,

and I will be your new

English teacher,

because Mr. Boyd is still

recuperating from injuries

sustained in a mutant-insect

attack.

Now...

every story ever told

can be broken down

into three distinct parts.

The beginning,

the middle

and the twist.

Hello, Mr. Stine.

Hello, Mr. Black.

Uh, who was that?

He's the new

drama teacher.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Do you miss her?

Not a day goes by

that I don't think of her.

But she'll always

be in here...

and in there.

And right here...

and in here.

And also right over there.

I may have written

one more book.

Hannah.

You're... You're real.

You came back.

I had to.

You owe me a dance.

Come on, let's go.

You forgot about me.

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