One Day at Horrorland

by R. L. Stine

  Goosebumps®

  ONE DAY AT

  HORRORLAND

  R.L. STINE

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Behind the Screams

  About the Author

  Q & A with R.L. Stine

  Fright Gallery: The HorrorLand Horrors

  Tips and Tricks for Goosebumps HorrorLand: The Video Game

  A Dummy’s Guide to Goosebumps HorrorLand

  Also Available

  Copyright

  1

  As we entered the gates to HorrorLand, we had no idea that, in just a few hours, we would all be lying in our coffins.

  I’m the calm one in the Morris family. Everyone says, “Lizzy, you’re the calm one.” And I’m trying to tell this story calmly.

  But believe me — there’s no way!

  We had never planned to go to HorrorLand. In fact, we’d never heard of it.

  The five of us were squeezed into Dad’s little Toyota, on our way to spend the day at Zoo Gardens Theme Park. Dad had messed up and left the map at home. But Mom said the park would be real easy to find.

  When we got close to the park, Mom said, there would be lots of signs to direct us. But so far we hadn’t seen a single sign.

  Dad was driving, and Mom was beside him in the front. I was squeezed in back with my little brother, Luke, who is ten, and Luke’s friend Clay.

  It wasn’t the best place to be. My brother cannot sit still for a second. Especially in the car. He just has too much energy. And he’s totally goofy.

  The longer we drove, the more restless Luke became. He tried wrestling with Clay, but there really wasn’t room. Then he tried arm wrestling with him, and the two of them kept bumping me until I lost my temper and started shouting at them to stop.

  “Why don’t you three play Alphabet?” Mom suggested from the front. “Look out the window for letters.”

  “There aren’t any,” Luke replied. “There aren’t any signs.”

  “There isn’t anything to look at,” Clay grumbled.

  He was right. We were driving past flat, sandy fields. There were a few scraggly trees here and there. The rest was all desert.

  “I’m going to take this turnoff,” Dad announced. He took off his Chicago Cubs cap and scratched his thinning blond hair. “Haven’t I already taken this turnoff?”

  Dad is the only blond in the family. Mom, Luke, and I all have straight black hair and blue eyes.

  In fact, Dad doesn’t look as if he belongs in the same family. The three of us are tall and thin, with very fair skin. And Dad is short and kind of chubby, with a round face that’s almost always pink. I tease him all the time because I think he looks a lot more like a wrestler than a bank manager, which he is.

  “I’m pretty sure we’ve already been here,” Dad said unhappily.

  “It’s hard to tell. It’s all desert,” Mom replied, gazing out her window.

  “Very helpful,” Dad muttered.

  “How can I be helpful?” Mom shot back. “You’re the one who left the map on the kitchen table.”

  “I thought you packed it,” Dad grumbled.

  “Why should it be my job to pack the map?” Mom cried.

  “Break it up, you two,” I interrupted. Once they start fighting, they never stop. It’s always best to interrupt them quickly before they really get into it.

  “I’m the Mad Pincher!” Luke cried. He let out a gruesome, horror-movie laugh and started pinching Clay’s ribs and arms.

  I hate Luke’s Mad Pincher routine more than anything. I was so glad that Clay was sitting in the middle next to Luke and not me. Usually, the only way to stop Luke’s pinching is to slug him.

  Clay started squirming and laughing. He thinks everything Luke does is a riot. He laughs at all of my brother’s stupid jokes and stunts. I think that’s why Luke likes Clay so much.

  The two of them began pinching each other. Then Luke shoved Clay into me. “Give me a break!” I cried.

  I shoved Clay back. I know I shouldn’t have. But it was getting hot in the car, and we’d been driving for hours, and what was I supposed to do?

  “Lizzy! Boys! Chill out back there!” Dad cried.

  “Dad, nobody says ‘chill out’ anymore,” I told him calmly and quietly.

  For some reason, that made him go berserk. He started yelling, and his face got bright red.

  I knew he wasn’t mad at me. He was mad because he couldn’t find Zoo Gardens Theme Park.

  “Everybody just take a deep breath and be silent,” Mom suggested.

  “Ow! Stop pinching me!” Clay screamed. He gave Luke a hard shove.

  “You stop pinching me!” my brother shrieked, shoving him back.

  Boys can really be animals.

  “Hey, look — a sign up ahead!” Mom pointed as a large green sign came into view.

  Luke and Clay stopped fighting. Dad leaned forward over the steering wheel, squinting through the windshield.

  “Does it say where the park is?” Luke demanded.

  “Does it say where we are?” Clay asked.

  The words on the sign came into view as we drove past it. It read: SIGN FOR RENT.

  We all let out disappointed groans.

  “The Mad Pincher returns!” Luke cried. He gave Clay a hard pinch on the arm. Luke never knows when to quit.

  “This road isn’t going anywhere,” Dad said, scowling. “I’ll have to turn around and get back on the highway. If I can find it.”

  “I think you should ask someone for directions,” Mom suggested.

  “Ask someone? Ask someone?” Dad exploded. “Do you see anyone I can ask?” His face was bright red again. He drove with one hand so he could use the other to shake a fist.

  “I meant if you see a gas station,” Mom murmured.

  “A gas station?” Dad screamed. “I don’t even see a tree!”

  Dad was right. I stared out the window and saw nothing but white sand on both sides of the road. The sun beamed down on it, making it gleam. The sand was so bright, it nearly looked like snow.

  “I meant to go north,” Dad muttered. “The desert is south. We must have gone south.”

  “You’d better turn around,” Mom urged.

  “Are we lost?” Clay asked. I could hear some fear in his voice.

  Clay isn’t the bravest kid in the world. In fact, he is pretty easy to scare. Once I crept up behind him in our backyard at night and whispered his name — and he almost jumped right out of his shoes!

  “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!”

  “Just turn around. I’m sure we’ll find someone we can ask,” Mom said softly. “And stop being so dramatic.”

  “We’re all going to die in the desert,” Luke said, with a gruesome grin on his face. “And buzzards will peck out our eyeballs and eat our flesh.”

  My brother has a great sense of humor, doesn’t he?

  You can’t imagine what it’s like having to live with a total ghoul!

  “Luke, stop scaring Clay,” Mom said, turning in her seat to glare at Luke.

  “I’m not scared,” Clay insisted. But he looked scared. His round face was kind of pale. And his eyes were blinking a lot behind his glasses. With his short, feathery blond hair and round eyeglasses, Clay looked a lot like a frightened owl.

  Muttering to himself, Dad slowed the car to a stop. Then he turned it around, and we headed back in the direction we had come. “Great vacation,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “It’s still early,” Mom told him, checking her watch.

  The late morning sun was nearly straight overhead. I could feel its warmth on my face through the open sunroof.

  We drove for nearly half an hour. Luke wanted to play Twenty Questions or Geography with Clay. But Clay moodily said no. He just stared out the window, watching the desert roll by. Every few minutes, he’d ask, “Are we still lost?”

  “Pretty lost,” my dad would reply unhappily.

  “We’re okay,” Mom kept reassuring us.

  As we drove, the scraggly trees reappeared. Then, after a while, the sand gave way to darker fields, dotted with trees and low shrubs.

  I sat silently, my hands clasped in my lap, staring out the window. I wasn’t really scared or worried. But I wished we would at least see a gas station or a store or one other human being!

  “I’m getting hungry,” Luke griped. “Is it lunchtime?”

  With a long sigh that sounded like air escaping from a tire, Dad pulled the car to the side of the road. He reached across Mom to the glove compartment. “There’s got to be some kind of map in there,” he said.

  “No. I already looked,” Mom told him.

  As they started to argue, I raised my eyes to the open sunroof above my head.

  “Oh!” I let out a cry as I saw a hideous monster staring down at me, lowering its enormous head, about to crush the car.

  2

  I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

  The monster glared down at me through the sunroof. It was as tall as a building, I realized. Its red eyes glowed with evil, and its mouth was twisted in a hungry grin.

  “D-Dad!” I finally managed to stammer. Dad was bent over, fumbling through the papers in the glove compartment.

  “Wow!” I heard Luke cry.

  I turned and saw that Luke was staring up at it, too, his blue eyes wide with fright.

  “Dad? Mom?” My heart was pounding so hard, I thought my chest might explode.

  “Lizzy, what is it?” Mom asked impatiently.

  The monster lowered its head over us. Its mouth opened wide, ready to swallow the whole car.

  And then Luke started to laugh. “Wow! Cool!” he cried.

  And I realized at the same time that the monster wasn’t alive. It was a mechanical figure, part of a giant billboard display.

  Ducking my head to get a better view through the side window, I saw that Dad had pulled the car up right beside the billboard. My parents were so busy arguing about maps, they hadn’t even noticed it!

  I stared up at the red-eyed monster. It lowered its head and opened its jaws. Then the jaws snapped shut, and the enormous head slid back up.

  “It looks so real!” Clay exclaimed, staring up at it.

  “Didn’t fool me,” I lied. I wasn’t going to admit that I nearly leaped out through the sunroof. I’m supposed to be the calm one, after all.

  I rolled down the window and stuck my head out to read the billboard in front of the mechanical monster. In huge red letters it said: WELCOME TO HORRORLAND, WHERE NIGHTMARES COME TO LIFE!

  There was a dark red arrow in the upper left-hand corner with the words: ONE MILE

  “Can we go there?” Luke demanded eagerly. He leaned forward and grabbed the back of Dad’s seat with both hands. “Can we, Dad? How about it?”

  “It looks kind of scary,” Clay said softly.

  Dad slammed the glove compartment shut with a sigh. He was giving up on the map idea. “Luke, stop pulling my seat,” he snapped. “Sit back.”

  “Can we go to HorrorLand?” Luke asked.

  “HorrorLand? What’s HorrorLand?” Mom demanded.

  “Never heard of it,” Dad muttered.

  “It’s only a mile from here,” Luke pleaded. “It looks great!”

  The monster lowered its head over the car, staring in through the sunroof. Then it raised its head again.

  “I don’t think so,” Mom said, looking out at the huge billboard. “Zoo Gardens is such a wonderful park. HorrorLand doesn’t look very nice.”

  “It looks great!” Luke insisted, pulling at Dad’s seat back again. “It looks really excellent!”

  “Luke, sit back,” Dad pleaded.

  “Let’s go,” I urged. “We’re never going to find Zoo Gardens.”

  Mom hesitated, chewing her lower lip. “I don’t know,” she said fretfully. “Some of these places aren’t safe.”

  “It’ll be safe!” Luke declared. “It’ll be very safe!”

  “Luke — sit back!” Dad growled.

  “Can we go?” Luke demanded, ignoring Dad’s request. “Can we?”

  “It could be fun,” Clay said quietly.

  “Let’s give it a try,” I urged them. “If we hate it, we can always leave.”

  Dad rubbed his chin. He sighed. “Well, I guess it would be better than sitting here in the middle of nowhere arguing all day.”

  “YAAAAAY!” Luke screamed.

  Luke and I reached over Clay to slap each other a high five. HorrorLand sounded like a pretty cool place to me, too. I love scary rides.

  “If the rides are as scary as that monster,” I said, pointing at the billboard, “this park will be awesome!”

  “You don’t think it’s too scary — do you?” Clay asked. I saw that he had his hands clasped tightly in his lap. And he had that frightened owl look on his face again.

  “No, it won’t be too scary,” I told him.

  Oh, wow — was I wrong!

  “I can’t believe someone would build a big theme park out in the wilderness,” Dad declared.

  We were driving through what seemed like an endless forest. Tall old trees leaned over the two-lane road, nearly blocking out the late morning sun.

  “Maybe they haven’t built the park yet,” Mom suggested. “Maybe they’re going to clear out these trees and build the park here.”

  All three of us in the backseat were hoping Mom was wrong. And she was.

  The road curved sharply. And as we came out of the curve, we saw the tall gates to the park straight up ahead.

  Behind a tall purple fence, HorrorLand seemed to stretch for miles. Leaning forward in my seat, I could see the tops of rides and strange, colorful buildings. As we drove across the enormous parking lot, eerie chords of organ music invaded the car.

  “YAAAAAY! This looks great!” Luke exclaimed.

  Clay and I enthusiastically agreed. I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and see everything.

  “The parking lot is nearly empty,” Dad said, glancing uneasily at Mom.

  “That means we won’t have to wait in long lines!” I quickly exclaimed.

  “I think Lizzy is excited about this place,” Mom commented, smiling.

  “Me, too!” Luke cried. He punched Clay enthusiastically on the shoulder. Luke always has to be punching or pinching somebody.

  We crossed the wide parking lot. I saw a few cars parked near the front gate. At the
far side of the lot stood a row of purple-and-green buses with the word HORRORLAND across the side.

  As we rode closer, I got a good look at the front gate. The same monster we had seen behind the billboard rose up behind a big purple-and-green sign over the gate. The sign read: THE HORRORLAND HORRORS WELCOME YOU TO HORRORLAND!

  “I don’t get that sign,” Mom said. “What are the Horrorland Horrors?”

  “We’ll find out!” I exclaimed happily.

  The solemn, eerie organ music floated heavily over the parking lot. Dad pulled into a space in an empty aisle to the right of the front gate.

  Luke and I pushed open the back doors before the car had even stopped. “Let’s go!” I cried.

  Luke, Clay, and I started trotting toward the gate. As I ran, I stared up at the green monster over the sign. This one didn’t move its head like the billboard monster. But it looked very real.

  I glanced back and saw that Mom and Dad were hurrying to catch up with us. “This is going to be way cool!” I exclaimed.

  And then I gasped as a deafening explosion made the ground shake.

  And I stared back in horror as our car burst apart, exploding into a million pieces.

  3

  It took me a long while to stop screaming. Finally, I swallowed hard, choking back my cries.

  We all stared in shock. Small chunks of twisted metal and a few burning cinders were all that was left of our car. “How —?” was all Dad managed to say. “I — I d-don’t believe it!” I stammered. “Thank goodness we were all out of the car!” Mom cried. She gathered us up in a big hug. “Thank goodness we’re all okay.”

  Luke and Clay still hadn’t uttered a sound. They stood wide-eyed, staring at the spot where the car had stood.

  “My car!” Dad choked out in a horrified whisper. “My car … How? How?”

  “We’re safe,” Mom murmured. “We’re all safe. What a terrifying explosion. I can’t get the sound of it out of my ears.”

  “I — I’ve got to call the police!” Dad sputtered. He began trotting to the gate, shaking his head, muttering to himself.

  “How could the car just blow up like that, dear?” Mom asked, hurrying after him. “What would make it do that?”

  “How should I know?” Dad snapped angrily. “I — I don’t get it! I really don’t! And now what are we going to do?” He sounded really panicked.