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WelcometotheCarnivalofHorrors.Thisisnoordinarycarnival.Hereyou’llfindawesomerides.Excitinggamesofchance.AndtheweirdestFreakShowever.
Doyoudaretoenter?AreyoubraveenoughtorisktheSupersonicSpaceCoaster?CanyoumakeitthroughtheHouseof
Horrorsalive?Thisscaryadventureisallaboutyou.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andyoudecidehowterrifying
thescareswillbe.StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.Ifyoumaketherightchoices,you’llescapefromthespine-tinglingCarnivalofHorrorsintime.If
youmakethewrongchoice…BEWARE!Sotakealong,deepbreath,crossyourfingers,andturntoPAGE1toGIVEYOURSELF
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“Whatdoyouwanttodo?”“Idon’tknow,Patty.Whatdoyouwanttodo?”“Notfair,Brad.Iaskedyoufirst.”PattyandBrad.Yourtwobestfriends.Arguing.Asusual.It’sthelastweekofAugust.AndPattyandBradhaven’tstoppedfightingsinceyoursummer
vacationstarted.Pattylikesbeingbossy.Youdon’tmind,though.It’snobigdeal.It’shardtowinafightwithheranyway.Youdon’tknowwhyBradeventries.Youguessit’sbecause
hedoesn’twanttolooklikeawimpinfrontofagirl.“There’snothingtodo.IguessI’lljustgohome,”Bradsays.Heshoveshishandsinhispockets.
Thenhisshouldersslumpandhesortofshrivelsup.YouguessBradiskindofawimp—evenifheisyourbestfriend.
“You’resoboring,Brad,”Pattycomplains.WheneverPattycomplains,herfrecklesreallypopout.Nowthereareaboutamillionofthemspreadacrossherface.
“Hey!Iknowwhatweshoulddo!”Pattysuddenlyburstsout.
GotoPAGE2.
“Let’sbikeovertoBennet’sFieldandwatchthemsetupthecarnival!”“Idon’tknow,”youanswer.“It’sgettingdark,andMomsaidIhavetobeinbynine.”“It’sonlyaquickbikeride,”Bradsays.“Areyousomekindofwimp?”Bradcallingyouawimp?Youcan’tbelieveit!“Okay.Okay,”youagree.“Butifit’sasbadaslastyear,therewon’tbemuchtosee.Don’tyou
rememberthemainattraction?”youremindthem.“TheridetheycalledTerrorTrack?Itturnedouttobeababychoo-chootrainthatcircledaroundandaroundandaround.”
Itdoesn’tmatterwhatyousay.Patty’smadeuphermind.You’regoingtorideovertothecarnival.Ahot,humidbreezeblowsinyourfaceasyoupedalalong.Patty’sinthelead.Nosurprise.And
Brad’spuffingbehindyou.It’sdarkbythetimeyoureachBennet’sField.Youandyourfriendsdropyourbikesinthegrassandraceacrossthemoonlitfield,towardthehuge
woodenfencethatsurroundsthecarnival.
Totakeacloserlook,turntoPAGE3.
Asyoureachthecarnivalentrance,youhearmusiccomingfrominside.Nottheusualcornyorganstufftheyalwaysplay.Butsomereallystrangemusic.Itsoundsfamiliarandtotallynewatthesametime.
Bradstretcheshisnecktotrytopeeroverthefence.Butnoluck.Thefenceiswaytoohigh.Pattyjigglesthepadlockonthegate.It’ssealedshut.“Iguesswe’llhavetowaituntiltomorrownightwhenthecarnivalopens,”Bradsays.“Noway,”Pattysays.“Let’sclimbthefence.Now!”“Areyoucrazy?”Bradsays.“We’llgetcaught!”“Comeon.There’sprobablynooneinthere,”Pattyreplies.Yourfriendsturntoyoutocastthedecidingvote.Youglanceatyourwatch.It’salmost9:00P.M.If
you’regoingtogethomeintime,youshouldstartbacknow.Whatareyougoingtodo?
Ifyoudecidetogohome,turntoPAGE10.Ifyouclimbthefencetogetinside,turntoPAGE6.
“Wh-whatdoyoumean?”Bradasks,tremblingallover.“Ijusthadanidea.Agreatidea,”themanreplies.“Iwantyoukidstostayandtryouttherides
beforethegrandopeningtomorrow.”Patty’seyesopenwide.“Cool!”shesays.“Areyousureit’sallrightwiththeowner?”youask.“I’mBigAl,themanager.AndwhatIsayaroundheregoes.”BigAldigsaroundinhischeckeredjacketandpullsoutthreemaps.Hehandsonetoeachofyou.“Studythemcarefully,”hesays.“Ifyouhaveanyquestions,askthemnow.”Youreyesfalluponthemap.Youhaveaquestion.Butwhenyougazeup,BigAlisgone.He’s
vanished!“Awholecarnivaltoourselves!”Pattyexclaims.“Whereshouldwestart?”Youstaredownatyourmaponceagain.Younoticethatthecarnivalissplitinhalf.Ononesideare
therides.Tonsofthem.Ontheothersideisthemidway,packedwithgamesofchanceandtheFreakShow.
Whatwillyoutryfirst?
Togoontherides,turntoPAGE34.Tocheckoutthemidway,turntoPAGE77.
“Comeon,run!”youyelltoPattyandBradasyouspinaround.“There’sgottobeanotherwayout!”BigAlblowsawhistle.Itsshrillblasthurtsyourears.Heblowsitagainand,suddenly,dozensand
dozensofcarnivalpeopleappearoutofnowhere.Buttheydon’tlookthewaytheydidbefore.Somehavegreenflesh.Somearedeathlywhite.Theirrottingskinhangsfromtheirbones.Above
theirsunkencheekbones,theireyesglowaneerieyellow.Youwatchinhorrorasmoreandmoreofthemappear.Whatshouldyoudo?Yourlegswon’tbudge.Youcan’tthinkclearly.You’reterrified!Youstand
there—frozen—inatrance.ButBradbreaksthespellwhenhescreamsout,“They’reghosts!That’swhythey’rewearingthose
old-fashionedclothes.They’redead!”“Watchout!Overthere!”Pattyyells.“That—thatghost…It’scomingrightatus.Run!”
RuntoPAGE127.
“Let’sdoit!”yousaytoyourfriends.“Let’sclimbthefence!”Pattyishalfwayupbeforeyoufinishspeaking.YouletBradgonext.You’relast.It’sahardclimbup.There’sreallynoplaceonthefencetogetagoodgrip.Butyoumakeittothe
top,swingyourlegsover,andtumbledown.Youlandonthegrass.You’reinside!Youandyourfriendsgazearound.It’sprettydark—theonlylightcomesfromtorches.Atfirstthe
carnivallooksthesameasitalwaysdoes.Dinkyrides.Hotdogwagons.Thenthelightsstarttoflickeronineverycornerofthefield—theridesstarttomove.It’sasifthewholeplaceismagicallycomingtolife.
“Hey!Lookatthatgiantrollercoaster!”youexclaim,pointingupahead.“Theyneverhadarollercoasterbefore!”
“Yeah,”Bradagrees.“Andthewholeplaceisalotbiggerthanlastyear!”“Thisisawesome!”Pattysaysasshesprintstowardtherides.
RaceovertoPAGE7.
YouandBradtakeoffafterPatty.Youallstopinfrontoftherollercoaster.“Wow!”Pattysaysasshegazesupatit.“It’slikearockettoouterspace!”Beyondtherollercoaster,youspyacastlesurroundedbyamoat.Andaspooky-lookinghaunted
housesittinghighatopahill.“ThesearethecoolestridesI’veeverseen!”yousay.“Theystillhavethatdumbchoo-chootrain
overthere,”youpointout,“butwecouldridethisstuffallnightandnevergonearit!”Pattygrabsyourarmandtugsyouovertotheothersideofthecarnival—tothemidway.Bradraces
afteryou.“Hey!Whereareallthosedinkywoodenboothsfromlastyear?”youaskasyougawkattheamazing
gamesofchance.They’regone.Andintheirplacearegiantvideogamesandhugespinningwheelsstuddedwith
hundredsofblinkingcoloredlights!“Getaloadofthat!”Bradsuddenlycriesout.YouandPattyspinaround.Youcan’tbelievewhatyousee!
BemoreamazedonPAGE87.
YouwanderovertotheWheelofChanceandimmediatelynoticetwostrangethings.First,youreadthesignonthebooth.Itsays“WheelofNoChance.”Thenyouhearthebarker’s
voicecalling,“Steprightup!”Butthere’snoonethere.Noonebutagreen-and-yellowparrot.“Excuseme,”yousay,hopingsomeonewillanswer.“Isthisgameopen?”“No,I’mstandingbythiswheelformyhealth,”theparrotcracks.“Now,doyouwanttospinor
what?”Theparrotisobviouslyannoyed.“Mammals,”hemutters.“Can’tlivewiththem,can’tlivewithout
them.”Youstealaglancearound.Maybeyoushouldskipthisgame.ButBigAlsneaksupbehindyou.“Spin,”hesays.“Youmustearnenoughpointstowin.”“ButhowwillIknowifIhaveenoughpoints?”youask.“Spin!”It’shisfinalword.
GotoPAGE9.
Here’showtospin:Closeyoureyesandtwirlyourfingeroverthewheelonthispage.Thenletyourfingerland
somewhereonthewheel.Lookatthenumberyou’velandedon.Gotothatpagenext.
Quick!Gotothepageyoulandedon!ORIfyoulandedonSPINAGAIN,spinagain.
You’vedecidednottosneakintothecarnival?You’regoinghomeinstead?Well,it’sagoodthingPattyusuallymakesallthedecisions.Otherwise,you’dneverhaveanyfun!Andthisbookwouldbeoverbeforeitbegan!
Goahead.Takeadeepbreath.Thengoclimbthefence.You’renotscared—areyou?
TurnbacktoPAGE6.
You’vedecidedtohelpthefreaks.Asyouracedownthemidway,youspotBradandPatty.“Listen,guys,”youtellthem,loweringyourvoice.“We’vegotaproblem.Abigproblem.”YoutakeadeepbreathandtellthemallaboutMadameZenoandthebluecard.“So,”youfinishsaying,“somebodymightneedourhelpinthebackoftheFreakShow.”“What’safreak?”Bradasksnervously.“Remembertheposterwesawwhenwecamein?Theonewiththethree-headedmanandthelady
withthesnakebody?”youremindhim.Bradbitesdownonhislip.“Aretheyreallyreal?”“Surethey’rereal,”Pattychimesin.“Ioncesawabeardedladyatthecircus.”“Idon’tknow,”Bradsays.“Itsoundskindofcreepy.”“Well,MadameZenosaidthiswasmyfate.I’mgoingtohelpthem—whatevertheyare.Areyou
guysin?”“Youbet,”Pattyanswers,hereyesshiningwithexcitement.“Okay,okay.I’llgo,”Bradmumbles.“Thenlet’shurry!”youexclaim.
RacetothebackoftheFreakShowonPAGE35.
Youruntotheright.“Followme!”youcryouttoPattyandBrad.Yourunfasterthanyou’veeverruninyourlife.Yoursidesache,butyoukeepongoing.Whenyourchestfeelsasifit’sabouttoburst,youfinallystop.Andhearacrashbehindyou.Thenat
bothsidesofyou.Theninfrontofyou.Trappingyou.“WelcometotheReptile’sPettingZoo,”adeepvoiceechoesthroughthedarkness.Reptile’sPettingZoo?YouthoughtthesignsaidReptilePettingZoo.“Ouralligatorhasbeensolonely,”thedeepvoicecontinues.“Waitingandwaiting—forhisnew
petstoarrive.Andhereyouare—finally.”
THEEND
Theroomisdark,butallaroundyou,youhearhushedmoans.“Helpus!Helpus!”“We’reinaprison,”Pattysays.“Andlookattheprisoners!They’reweird!”Pattyisright.Asyoureyesgrowaccustomedtothedarkness,youseecellaftercell.Eachoneholds
astrange-lookingprisoner.There’sanenormousfatladywho’snearlybustingoutofthebars.Agiant.Adwarf.Ayoungladywithboaconstrictorswrappedaroundherwaist.Andawomanwithalongblackbeard!
“We’rethefreakssss,”theSnakeLadysays.“Everynightwhenthesssshowendssss,themassssterlockssssussssup.”
“Themaster?YoumeanBigAlis—”youstarttosay.“Youmusthelpus!”thegiantinterrupts.“Sssssssh,”theSnakeLadysays.“Themaster’ssssscoming—youmusssstn’tbehere!Go!That
way!”Shepointstoadoordownthehall.
Escapethroughthedoordownthehall,gotoPAGE48.StayandtalktoBigAl,gotoPAGE62.
Youreachoutslowlyandtouchtheredcard.Toyouramazement,a3-Dheartmagicallyappearsandrisesfromtheflatsurface.Thenitstartsto
beat!Tha-dump,tha-dump.Itmustbesomefancyopticalillusion.Youleanclosertofigureoutthetrick.“Yowwwww!”youscreechandjerkbacktoavoidthewarmredliquidthatnearlysquirtsinyour
eye.Isitblood?Itlookslikeblood.“Wow!Cooleffect,”yousay.“Howdidyoudoit?”“Turnoverthecard,”MadameZenoorders.“Doitnow!”MadameZenoreallygetsintoheract.Doesn’tsheknowthisisjustagame?youthink.Butyoudoas
you’retold.Bigdeal.Noweirdpictures.Nohiddenfortunes.Allyouseearethenumbers1,3,2shimmeringin
goldscriptagainstamidnightbackground.“Whatdoesitmean?”youask.“Youwillknowwhenthetimeisright,”thefortune-tellerwhispers.Hervoiceissolow,youcan
barelyhearher.“Itcouldsaveyourlife!”
Whatdoesshemean?TurntoPAGE41tofindout.
Roundandroundthewheelspins.Itfinallylandsonnumber15.NOCHANCE.Nochance.Doesthatmeanwhatyouthinkitmeans?Nochanceatall.Zip.Zero.Nothing.Nada.Negatory.Yes.That’sexactlywhatitmeans.Youhavemet…
THEEND
“Hi!”yousaytoBigAl.“Whoareallthosepeople?”Hedoesn’treallyansweryourquestion.“WelcometotheCarnivalofHorrors,”hesays.“Youmustplayorpay.Wehavemanygamesonour
midway.Youmustplaytwo.”Hepracticallyspitsthewordmustout.“Ifyousucceed,youcanwinprizes.Butifyoulose,youpaywithyourlife!”
Boy,he’sreallylayingitonthick,youthink.Butit’saprettycoolgimmick.“Okay,I’llplayagame.ThenI’vegottogohome.”
“Noonegoeshome,”BigAlsays,“untiltheyplay.Youmustplaytwogames.Andsurvive.”“Okay.Okay,”youmuttertoyourself.Youglancearoundthemidwayatthetwoclosestgames.GuessYourWeightonMarsandtheWheel
ofChance.Youhavetopickonetostart,oryou’llnevergetoutofhere.
ForGuessYourWeightonMars,gotoPAGE72.ToplayWheelofChance,gotoPAGE8.
Youtakeafewstepsalongthemidwayhopingyou’vewonenoughprizesandpoints.YounoticethecrowdofpeoplesurroundingBigAl.They’restillchanting,“PAYORPLAY.PAYORPLAY.”
YoubreakthroughthecrowdandgrabBigAl’sarm.“Hey!Doyouknowwheremyfriendsare?”“Certainly,”BigAlsays,pointingupahead.“They’rerightoverthere!”“Patty!Brad!”youshoutasyourushuptothem.“Comeon!We’vegottogo!Thiscarnivalisevil!”Butbeforetheycansayaword,BigAl’svoiceboomsfrombehindyou.“NotbeforeTheFinal
Challenge!”
TheFinalChallengebeginsonPAGE84.
Thespaceladyslowlycirclesyouasshesizesyouupfromheadtotoe.“Hmmmm,Ithinkyouweighthirty-eightpounds.”
“Thirty-eightpounds!Boy,areyouwrong!”“I’mneverwrong,”shesays,smirking.Shesnapsherfingersandtwoenormousguardsappear.They
eachtakeoneofyourarmsanddragyououtofthecourtyard.“Idon’tweighthirty-eightpounds!”youyell.Butthenyouremember.Itisn’tyourweightonEarth
thatmatters.It’syourweightonMars.Doyouweighthirty-eightpoundsonMars?You’dbetterfindoutquickly,becausesomethingtells
youthatwhatBigAlsaidabouthavingtosurvivemightbetrue.
WeighinonPAGE134.
Youlandonnumber19.“Doubleornothing.Doubleornothing,”twovoicesbehindyouecho.Youwhirlaround—andgasp!It’samanwithtwoheads.“Congratulations.Youwintenpoints,”oneheadsaystoyou.“Quitwhileyou’reahead!”“Ahead,getit?Ahead!”theotherheadadds,laughinghysterically.“Shutup,”headnumberonesays.“Youshutup,”headnumbertwoshootsback.“Tenpointsisnothing.Youbetterspinagain.Andthis
timeit’sdoubleornothing.Yougetdoublethepointswhereveryouland.”Whichheadshouldyoulistento?
Ifyouthinkyoudon’thaveenoughpoints,gobacktoPAGE9andspinagain.Ifyouthinkyouhaveenoughpointsandyouhaven’tplayedGuessYourWeight,gotoPAGE72.IfyouhaveplayedGuessYourWeight,gotoPAGE17.
Itseemsasifhourshavepassed.Ormaybeit’sonlyminutes.Youtrytounclaspyourhands.Buttheywon’tbudge.It’sasifyourarmsaregluedaroundyour
knees.Youtrytomovesomething.Anything.Butyoucan’tblinkaneyelid.Yourbodyisparalyzed.Youcan’tevenscream.Adooropensandtwomendressedinoverallsandwearinggasmasksamblein.Finally.They’re
heretorescueyou!“Looksliketheperfumeworked,”youhearoneofthemsay.“Yeah.Andjustintime.WeneededanewdummyfortheReal-LifeSpaceDisplay,”theotheradds.Theypickupyourrigidbodyandcarryyouout.Nowonderthoseastronautsinthesilvertunnel
lookedsoreal!Sorry.Youcan’tscream.Youcan’tescape.Nexttime,youpromiseyourself,you’llstickwiththebabyrides.Butthenyouremember—there
isn’tgoingtobeanexttime…becausethisis…
THEEND
You’reoutside—standinginBennet’sField—gazingatthefencethatsurroundsthecarnival.“Iguesswe’llhavetowaituntiltomorrownightwhenthecarnivalopens,”Bradsays.“Noway,”Pattysays.“Let’sclimbthefence.”What’sgoingonhere?Youguessedit.Thesilverlockerwasatimemachine.You’vegonebackintimetothefirstmoment
youspottedthecarnival.Nowitappearsasifyouhavetostartalloveragain—fightinghorrorafterhorror,rightupto…
THEEND
You’reprettysurethatthespaceladyguessedwrong!Nowallyouhavetodoissteponthescaletoproveit.
Thetwogoonsshoveyouinsidetheplanetsimulationchamber.It’salongnarrowtube,andit’sreallystuffyinside.Youcanbarelybreathe.
Youstepuponthescale.Youcheckthereadout.Boy,oh,boy!Thespaceladyiswrong!Youjumpupanddown.“Iwon!Iwon!”Backoutsideyoucollectyourprize.It’sahugechocolatebar.Youtakeabigbiteoutofitandstuff
therestinyourpocket.Yougazearound.Thecoastisclear.MaybeyoucanfindPattyandBradandgetoutofhere.Youwalkafewstepsforward.Butaheavyhandclampsdownonyourshoulderfrombehind.It’sBigAl.“It’stimetoplayanothergame,”hesays,grinning.
IfyouhavenottriedtheWheelofChance,gotoPAGE8.Ifyou’vealreadyplayedtheWheelofChance,gotoPAGE17.
Youyankonthereins.Butyourhorseplowsahead,pullingyouforward—closerandclosertothechopping,chopping,choppingblades.Bradsquinchesdowninthecartandburieshisheadinhislap.
Pattyjumpsintothefrontseatwithyou.Togetheryoupullonthereinsandscream,“Whoa,fellow!Whoa!”
Butyourhorsetrotsonward.“It’snouse,”youcry.“We’dbetterjump!”Youstareovertheside.You’reridingalonganarrowridgeandthere’sadeepdropthatmakesyour
bloodruncold!Ifyoujump,you’llplungetoyourdeath!Thenyouglanceupahead—andspotasaferplacetoleap.Great!YouareabouttoshowittoyourfriendswhenBradcriesout,“Lookattheelves!Theychopatset
times.Ifwecangetthehorsetomovefaster,wecanmisstheaxes!”“That’sdumb,weshouldjump!”arguesPatty.Whatdoyouthinkyoushoulddo?
Ifyoudecidetojumpout,gotoPAGE103.Ifyouurgethehorsetogallop,gotoPAGE119.
Carnivalworkers.Thecarnivalworkerswhosetupthesamerinky-dinkcarnivalyougotoeverysummer.
Youcan’tbelieveyoureyes.Youmustbeseeingthings!Pattytriestosaysomethingsmart,buttheonlythingshemanagesis“Huh?”“Hey,kids!”aworkeryellsatyou.“Getawayfromthatride.Thecarnivaldoesn’tstarttill
tomorrownight.”Yougazearoundinwonderatthefadedgames,thebabyrides,thetackyfoodstands.Forthefirst
timeinyourlife,italllooksgreat!“We’llbethere!”youshoutasyouheadforyourbikes.“ThisisthegreatestcarnivalI’veever
seen!”
THEEND
Secondslateryourheadandthebackofyourfeetslamintothewall.You’rehangingupsidedown—inthemiddleofagiganticmagneticwheel!
“AreyoureadyforTheFinalChallenge?”BigAlasks.“Ofcoursenot!”yousay.“LETMEDOWN!”“We’llletyoudown—butnotuntilyoufaceTheFinalChallenge.Onespinwilldecideyourfate.If
youwin,yougo.Ifyoulose,youstayhereforever.”Willthatbeyourfate?BigAlapproachesthewheel.BradandPattyareholdingontoeachother.Yourheartispounding.Yourhandsaresweating.Thisisit.Onespin.Hegivesthewheel—withyouonit—ahardturn.Wherewillitstop?Guess!
OnPAGE44?OnPAGE74?OnPAGE124?
“Hey,waitup!”youyelltoBradandPattyasyousprintthroughtheSpaceCoastergate.Theybothignoreyouandchargestraightahead.Youfollowthemintoanarrowtunnelthatleadsto
theboardingarea.Yougazedownatthefloor.Blackrubber.Itmakesyouwalkwithastrangebounce.Everyfewfeetthereisaroundportholewindow.Whenyouglanceoutone,youseeastronauts
plantingflagsonthemoon.Youpeeroutanother.Nowthey’reseatedintheircapsule.Thisisamazing,youthink.Thefigureslookreal.Totallyreal.
Afteralongclimb,youandPattyandBradfinallyarriveattheloadingarea.Asleekbullet-shapedcapsulewhooshesupandstopsrightbesideyou.Ithasthreesections.Brad
climbsdefiantlyintothelastsection.Youleapintothefront.Patty’sleftwiththemiddlesection.Andsuddenlyyou’retrapped!
GoontoPAGE58.
Thecrowdisclosingin.Yourpocketsareempty—youhavenothingtodefendyourselfwith.Soyourun!
Youspotacrackinthewall,nexttothewheel.It’ssmall—toosmallforanadulttosqueezethrough—butyoucanprobablymakeit.
“Followme!”youyellouttoPattyandBradasyousqueezethroughtheopening.Itleadstoabackstagearea—andthentotheflapofanothertent.
Youcanhearthecrowdbehindyou,tryingtofollowyouthroughthecrack.“Comeon!Wecanslipunderthistent,”yousay.Foronce,nooneargueswithyou.Thethreeofyouduckinandfindyourselfsurroundedbyanothercrowd.Theyareallseatedin
chairs.Andtheydon’tmove.Theyjuststareatyouwithglassyeyes.
TurntoPAGE55.
What’sthebigidea?You’regoingtoembarrassthegiantintohelpingyou.“Hey,you.Youknow,you’rearealwimp,”yousaytothegiant.Helooksatyouasifhecan’tbelievewhathehears.PattyandBradlookatyouasifyou’recrazy.Maybeyouare.“Youwimp,”youcontinue.“Yousithereallday,takingordersfromthatcreep,BigAl.Andyoulive
inthesehorribleconditions.Why?Becauseyou’reawimpandyourefusetofightback.Youcouldbendthosebarsandescape—butyouwon’t.Becauseyouareawimp—W-I-M-P—wimp.”
Thegiantstands.Yougazeup.He’soverfifteenfeettall.Helumbersovertoyou.Heisn’tsmiling.Isyourplangoingtowork?Ishegoingtobendthebarstoproveyouwrong?Orishegoingtobend
you?It’soutofyourcontrolnow.Lookoutthewindow.
Ifit’ssunnyout,turntoPAGE45.Ifit’srainingorifit’snighttime,turntoPAGE85.
Youstumbledownthecorridortoyourright.Asyoupeerfromsidetoside,youaremetwithhundredsofimagesof—you!Andyoulookprettybaffled.Andscared.
“Hey,Icouldusesomehelp,”youcallout.Silence.Youpoundyourfistagainstthewall.Thewallstartstomove.Justaninchortwo—aninchortwoclosertoyou!Youtakeastepback—butthewallbehindyouismoving,too.Thewallsaremovingtogether.They’reclosinginonyou.You’regoingtobecrushed!
SqueezeovertoPAGE65.
You’refalling…falling…Youcan’tthinkofanythingelsetodo,soyoustartflappingyourarmslikeabird.
Atthatmomentahugegustofairshootsupfromunderyouandblowsyoubackontothebridge.Breathinghard,youruntherestofthewayacrossthericketyspan.Whenyoureachthesafetyofthe
otherside,youglanceback.Andgasp!Thebridgeandthemidwaybeyondithavevanished!Onlyablackvoidremains!
“Wow!Awesomespecialeffects!”youcryoutloud.Butwasyourfallpartofthespecialeffects,too?Itdidn’tfeellikeit.
YouspinaroundtofacetheHouseofHorrors.Upcloseitappearsreally,reallycreepy.Cobwebsdripdownfromitsroofandaneerieyellowlightglowsinside.Cool!NexttothehouseyouspotasignthatreadsBOATTRIPTONOWHERE.Thereareamazingspeedboatsthatyoucandriveyourself.
Whichshouldyoutryfirst?
WanttotrytheBoatTriptoNowhere?GotoPAGE88.ReadyfortheHouseofHorrors?GotoPAGE66.
Yousnapyourheadaroundtotheright—whereyouhearfootstepscomingtowardyou.Youarefacingashortmanwithwrinklyskinandbloodshoteyes.Hisbushyblackhairresemblesa
scouringpad—andfromthelooksofit,itprobablyfeelslikeone,too.Hisevilexpressionmakesyoucringe.
Buthe’snothingcomparedtothe“things”inbackofhim—twoseven-foot-tallmonsters.Onehasbluehornsandbulgingredeyes.Theotherhasscalyskinandanalligatorsnoutthatsnapsopenandclosedasheeyesyou.
Thetrioallwearlabcoats.Andfromtheeagerwaythey’relookingatyou,yourealizethatyouarethelabrat.
Youstruggletoescapefromthenet.Butyou’retrappedinthewebbing.Likeaflyinaspider’sweb.“Welcometomyhumblelaboratory,”theshortmansays.“IamDr.FrankN.Stone,themastermind
whocreatedtheCarnivalofHorrors.”TheCarnivalofHorrors!Youdon’tlikethesoundofthat!
GotoPAGE89.
YourboatglidesthroughthechannelathighspeedtoBoogerBog.Waterspraysupintoyourface.Butsoonyouhavetoslowdown.Treeshavesuddenlysprungupallaroundyou.You’recompletelysurroundednowbytheirtoweringtrunks.
Inthedarklight,theirlimbstakeontheshapeofgnarledarmswithblackened,bonyfingersattheends.Youstarehardatthetreetrunks.Coulditbe?Aretheyreachingoutforyou?
Youslowlyweavetheboatthroughthetwistedtrunksandbranches.They’vegrownsothickherethatyoucanbarelypilotyourboatthroughthem.
Thetreesrustleasifthey’rewhisperingtoeachother.Theirlimbsbegintosway.Asyouglidecarefullythroughthewater,theleavesslapagainstyourface.Slap.Slap.Slap.
Yourheartstartshammeringawayinyourchest.Thisisreallyscary.Justhowfarisnowhere?youbegintowonder.Somethingswipesatyourhair!Whatwasthat?
TurntoPAGE105.
Youglanceoncemoreatthedwarf.Heletsoutanevilcackle.That’sit—there’snowayyoucantrusthim.Besides,youcanhearmusicupahead.You’resureyoumustbenearanexit.
“No,thanks.Idon’tneedanyhelp,”youmumble.Heshrugs.“Oh,yes,youdo,”hesays.Butthenhesprintsoff.Youwalkinthedirectionofthemusic.Butafterfiveminutes,yourealizethatyou’renotgetting
anywhere.Maybeyoushouldhavefollowedthedwarf.YoustarttothinkaboutPattyandBrad.Aretheyokay?
youwonder.Justwhenyouthinkyou’llbewanderingthesetunnelsfortherestofyourlife,thepassagewayends!
Nowyou’refacingtwodoors—oneredandoneblue.Whichoneshouldyoutry?Youmightaswellflipacoin!
Getacoin.Flipitandcheckwhetheritcomesupheadsortails.
Ifitcomesupheads,takethebluedoortoPAGE57.Ifitcomesuptails,takethereddoortoPAGE104.
“Let’sgoontheridesfirst!”yousay.“Thatrollercoasterlookedawesome!”“Okay,”Pattyagrees.“Overthisway!”sheyellsasshechargesovertoit.Whenyoureachtherides,youcanonlystareinamazement.Thesearethemostfantasticridesyou’ve
everseen.Thetoweringrollercoaster…thesoaringspeedboats…thetwistyslides!Everyoneisinmotion.Whizzing,whirling,doingloop-the-loops.Andthey’reallempty!Noriders.Nopeopleinline!
“Cool!”Pattyexclaims.“Wehavethewholeplacetoourselves.”Brad’sfaceturnsalittlegreenashisgazeswingsfromtheSupersonicSpaceCoastertotheDoom
Slide.“Doyouthinktheyhaveridesthatdon’tgoupsidedown?”heasks.“Comeon!Let’scheckoutthecoaster!”PattycallstoyouandBrad.Thentheyrunofftoitsstarting
gate.Youstopandcraneyournecktogazeupatthecoaster’sfirsthill.Andyougasp!
Quick!GotoPAGE47.
Fiveminuteslater,thethreeofyouaresneakingdownadarkalley.Bradissofrightened,he’spracticallywalkingontopofyou.
Thealleyislitteredwithlargecardboardboxesandoverflowingtrashcans.Anditsmellslikedeadfish.
“Hey!Quitsteppingonmyshoe,”yousaytoBrad.“I’mnotsteppingonyourshoe,”heshootsback.“I’mnotanywherenearyourstupidshoe.”Youglancedown.Andnearlyscream.Brad’sright.He’snotsteppingonyou.Butaboutadozenratsare.Youshakeyourfootwildly.Theratsscurryoff.Bradcatchessightoftheratsandtriestobolt.YouandPattyquicklypullhimback.“Hey!Look!”Pattysays,pointingupahead.“Adoor!”OnthedooryouseeabigsignthatreadsKEEPOUT,so…yougoin.
GotoPAGE13.
Youturnbackandheadintheotherdirection.Yourreflectionsbounceoffthewallsatcrazyangles.Areyouwalkingstraight,orhaveyouroundedacorner?There’snowaytotell.Yetthistimeyou’resureyou’regoingtherightway!
“Overhere!”avoicecalls.“Turnleftagain!”Turnleftagain?Nowyouarereallyconfused.Ifyouturnleftagain,willyoufinallyescape?
TurntoPAGE118.HELP!
Youcoveryourheadwithyourhandsandtrytorunintoathickgroveoftrees.Butthebatcirclesinfrontofyouanddivesagain.
“Stopit!Stopit!”youscream.Asyouturnandracetowardsomelowbushes,yourememberthestories—thehorriblestories
aboutbatsmakingnestsinpeople’shair.Andtheonlywaytogetthemoutwastoshaveyourhead….Thosestoriesweren’ttrue—werethey?Youspotabigstickinthewetdirtandscoopitup.Thebatswoopsdownatyouoncemoreand—FWAP!Youhitit.Thebatfallstotheground.Andyouseeit’sonawire.It’samechanicalbat.Allpartoftheride,youthink.Youthinkabouttheboatride.Boy,theyreallymakethingsseemreal
atthiscarnival,youthink.Youfeelmuchbetterwhenyougazeupahead.There’saclearing.Butwhenyouseewhat’sthere—youscream!
TurntoPAGE93.
“Gotawinner,gotawinner,”theparrotsquawks.“You’vewontwenty-fivepoints,plusanythingyouwantintheprizeroom.Stepthisway.”
Eagerly,youfollowthebirdintoastoreroombehindthebooth.It’spackedwiththeweirdestassortmentofjunkyou’veeverseen.Dustyoldcatalogs,stuffedrats,acollectionofaxes,andportraitsofheadlesspeopleholdingtheirownheads!
“Sopicksomething.It’sgettinglate,”theparrotsays.Notthisgarbage,youthink.Thenyouspotashelfofsmallcanswithbrightlabels:PLAYANDGLOW,
CLAYSLIME,andMONSTERBLOOD.MonsterBlood?Hey,isn’tthatthemagicstuffyoureadaboutinGOOSEBUMPS?
“I’lltaketheMonsterBlood,”youdecide.“Excellentchoice,”theparrotremarks.Asyouquicklyleavetheroomwithyourprize,youwonder,istwenty-fivepointsenough?Whatdo
youdonext?
Ifyouwanttospinagainformorepoints,gotoPAGE9.Ifyouhaven’tplayedGuessYourWeightonMarsyet,gotoPAGE72.IfyouhaveplayedGuessYourWeightonMars,gotoPAGE17.
Youcloseyoureyes.Whenyouopenthem,yourcarlungesforwardwithaburstofspeed—andyouloop-the-loop.Yourmouthdropsopentoscream,butnosoundcomesout.
Nowyourcarstartstoplungedownward—likeanelevatoroutofcontrol.Yourheartpoundsinyourchest.Thisisthefastestandbestrollercoasteryou’veeverbeenon!Asyounearthebottom,youslowdown.Youbegintocatchyourbreath.Andthenyouseewhat’supahead.Ahugeblackhole—atunnel!
Asyoushoottowardtheopenmouthofthetunnel,youbegintoscreamagain.Thedoorofthetunnelisabouttoclose!
Snap!Thedoorcomescrashingdown—behindyourcar.Youbreatheoutalongsigh.Butnowyou’reinatunnelsodarkthatyoucan’tseeathing.
Scary!Butnotnearlyasscaryaswhathappensnext.
Whathappens?TurntoPAGE94tofindout!
“Five,four,three,two,one.Wehaveliftoff,”amechanicalvoiceannounces.Toyourhorror,therocketblastsoff!You’reslammedagainstthesideofthecapsulewithhurricane
force.Secondslater,you’veleftEarth’satmosphere.Arecordedmessagecomeson:“Congratulations.YouaretheperfectweightforourMarsexplorer.
We’llbemonitoringyourtripandwillbringyoubackinapproximatelytwentyyears—withaplusorminusten-yearmarginoferrorincasesomethinggoeswrong.Butdonotworry.Nothingcangowrong…gowrong…gowrong.”
THEEND
“Whatdoyoumeanthemagicnumbercouldsavemylife?”youaskMadameZeno.Butthefortune-tellerdoesn’tanswer.Shestaresoffintospace.Sheseemstohavefallenintoadeeptrance.
Youdon’treallybelieveher—thesefortune-tellersareallfakes,butyoumemorizethenumberanyway.1–3–2,1–3–2.Ipickedredinsteadofblue,youchanttohelpyouremember.
MadameZenoputsthecardbackinthedeck.Shecloseshereyesandwavesyouawaywithherjeweledhand.
Youguessthefortune-tellingisover,soyouleavethetenttosearchforPattyandBrad.Yousquintunderthebrightlightsofthemidway,scanningallthegamebooths.Butyoucan’tfind
them.You’retryingtofigureoutwhichwaytogowhenyouspotBigAlcomingtowardyou.He’snot
alone.He’sleadingalargegroupofpeople.Astheycomecloser,youhearthattheyarechantingsomething.Whatisit?
“PLAYORPAY.PLAYORPAY.”Whatdoesthatmean?
TurntoPAGE16tofindout.
Awaveofpanicwashesoveryouasthewallscrumblearoundyou.Youthrowyourarmsoveryourheadandcloseyoureyes.
Thensilence.Theshakingstops.Whenyouopenyoureyes,theroomandallthecostumedpeoplehavevanished.Andyouareoutside
—intheridesarea!ButthebiggestsurpriseofallisthatyouspotPattyandBrad!“Boy,amIgladtoseeyou,”yousay,racingovertothem.“Wherehaveyouguysbeen?”Bradshakeshishead.“Youwouldn’tbelievetherideswewereon!”“We’vegottogetoutofherebeforemidnight,”yousay.Quickly,youtellyourfriendsaboutthe
warningfromtheladywiththeredparasol.“Noproblem,”Pattysays.“Look.I’msuretheexitisrightovertherepastthatridecalledtheHallof
theMountainKing.”“No,it’sthatway—nearthesignthatsays‘HalloweenExpress,’”Bradinsists.
Whichwaydoyouthinkistherightway?HalloweenExpress?ThenturntoPAGE108.MountainKing?ThenturntoPAGE107.
Youareabouttoscream.Itseemsliketheonlysensiblethingtodo.Andthenyourememberthesign.ReptilePettingZoo.Youhaveanidea.It’sacrazyidea,youknow.Buteverythinginthiscarnivaliscrazy.Youcanfeelthealligator’shotbreathonyourarm.Butinsteadofpullingyourarmback,youstretch
itout!“Whatareyoudoing?”Pattyscreams.Yourfingersreachout.Outoverthealligator’sopensnouttothetopofhishead.Andyoupethim.“Nicealligator,”youpurrasyoustrokehisscalyhead.Yourarmtrembles,butyoudon’tstop.Andslowly—veryslowly—thecreature’smouthbeginsto
shut.Thenherollsoverandfallsasleep!Youslipquietlyoffthelog,chargefortheshore—andplowrightintoBigAl!“Well,well,well.Lookwhowehavehere,”BigAlsingsout.“Comewithme.It’stimeforThe
FinalChallenge.”
Youhavenochoice.FollowBigAltoPAGE84.
You’respinningroundandround.Everythingisablur.Youcan’tsee,butyouhearthecrowdchanting,“FI-NAL!FI-NAL!FI-NAL!”
Andthenthewheelstops.Ahugegaspescapesfromtheaudience.Didyouwinorlose?Neither.YoustoppedonSPINAGAIN.
GobacktoPAGE25andspinagain.
Thegiantloomsoveryou.He’sastallasthetreeoutsideyourhouse—andalotmeaner.Hishugelipspartandhesays,“Youhurtmyfeelings.”
Thenhebeginstocry.“Iamnotawimp.Iamnot,”hesaysbetweenhugesobs.Hesurelookslikeawimp.
TurntoPAGE98.
You’refalling…falling…everythingpassesasifyou’redroppinginslowmotion.Isthis…
THEEND?
Yes.
Thetracksstretchupsohighthattheyseemtotouchtheclouds.Yourgazefollowsoneofthecarsspeedingaroundasharpcurve.Itlookslikethespaceshuttle.Younoticethatithasasafetyharnessthatlocksoveryourbody—you’veseenthosebefore.Theykeepyouinwhentherideturnsupsidedown.Youdidn’twanttoadmititbefore,but,likeBrad,ridingupsidedownisnotyourfavoritething.
Still,thecoasterdoeslookamazing—onepartentersatunnel—andyoucanseethatthecarsgofast.ReallyFast!
You’rejustabouttowalkthroughtheSpaceCoastergatewhenyouhearspookyorganmusiccomingfrombehindyou.Youturnaround.Loominginthedistanceisadarkandcreepyhauntedhouse.
Yougazedownatyourmap.It’scalledtheHouseofHorrors.Hmmm.Youlovehauntedhouses.Andthisonereallylooksscary.
Nowyou’renotsurewhattodo.Youwon’thavetimeforeverything.Thecoasterorthehauntedhouse?Decidenow.
IfyoudecidetojoinPattyandBradontheSpaceCoaster,getonboardonPAGE26.IfyouwanttogototheHouseofHorrorsalone,gotoPAGE64.
“Comeon!”Pattycries.“Comeon!”Then,withoutanotherword,sheracesoff.YouandBraddashafterher.IhopePattyknowswhatshe’sdoing,youthinkasyoutrytocatchup.Becauserightnow,itdoesn’t
lookthatway.Pattyleadsyouthroughamazeofundergroundpassageways.Then,justasyou’reabouttoyell,
“Stop!”—shedoes.Andyoufindyourselfstandingoutside,infrontofabarbed-wirefence!Upahead,youspotanopening.“Let’sgoin!”Pattysays.Thethreeofyoucreepthroughthefenceandtrudgethroughsometall,wetgrass.Yougazearound.
It’swaytoodarktosee.Butyoucanhearperfectly.Andthesoundsthatreachyourearsmakeyourskincrawl.Slithering.Youdefinitelyhearslithering.Andhissing.Youwanttoleave.Youspinaround,butyoucan’tfindtheopeninginthefence!Youdosee
somethingelse.Asign!
HurrytoPAGE60.
ThewheelstopsonFREESPIN.Youarereadytotryagain.Butthedumbparrotfliesoverandlatchesontoyourshoulder.
“Ouch!Thathurts,”youcry.“Freespin,freespin,you’regoingonafreespin.”“Turnmeloose,”youcommand.Whenyouswivelyourheadtoglareatthebird,ascreamfreezesin
yourthroat.Theparrothasballoonedintoanenormousvulture.Hisblack,beadyeyespiercerightthroughyou.Hedigshisrazor-sharpclawsdeeperintoyourshoulder.
Run!—youreverysurvivalinstinctshouts.Butthebirdofpreyhasotherideas.Oneofthemisdinner—withyouasthemaincourse.
Thebigbirdsnatchesyoubythebackofyourshirtasifyouwerearagdoll.Kickingandscreamingandusingeverydefensivemoveyoulearnedfromkarateclass,youstruggleforyourlife.Butit’snouse.Withajerkheliftsyouofftheground.
Andsuddenlyyouhaveafrighteningviewofthecarnivalfromtwentyfeet…thirtyfeet…fiftyfeetup.
FlyontoPAGE50.
Thummp,thump,thump.Yourheartbangsloudlyinsideyourchest.Whatkindofcarnivalisthis,youwonder,whereafreespinismorelikeadeathsentence?
Youcircleagreenclumpoftreetops.You’rereallydizzynow.Youwanttocloseyoureyes.Butyouknowit’snotagoodidea—sinceyou’reflyingfiftyfeethighwithoutaplaneoraparachute.
Asyoucircleclosertothetreetops,youaremetwithahorrifyingview.Fivebabyvulturesinanest,fiveveryhungrybabies,withmouthsgapingwideopen.
Theendisnear.Youaregoingtowindupasatake-homedinner.Unlessyoucansomehowforcethevulturetoletyougo.Frantically,youreachintoyourpockets!
Ifyou’vewonachocolatebaratoneoftheGamesofChance,gotoPAGE76.Ifyouhaven’t,gotoPAGE115.
Youcan’ttakeonbothmonsters,soyoudecidetowaituntiloneofthemleavestheroom.YougrabholdofDr.Stone’shand.He’salotstrongerthanhelooks.Withonesmalltug,hepullsyou
freeoftheweb.Thenheturnstothemonsters.“Okay,”hebarks.“Adjustthenet.It’stimetopracticespiking.”Spiking?Whatdoeshemeanbythat?Themonstersleapup.Theyrubtheirhandstogetherinevildelight.Thentheyuntiethenetandhead
tothebackoftheroom,wheretwohugepolesrestonthefloor.Youcloseyoureyes—andhopethatwhenyouopenthem,you’llseethatthiswasalladream.A
reallybaddream.Butwhenyouopenyoureyes,youknowit’snotadream.No—it’savolleyballgame.Thenethas
beentiedtothepoles—andguesswhatpositionyouplay?That’sright.You’retheball!Watchoutforthosetwo-handedspikes!Theycanbeprettypainful!
THEEND
Justastheclockstrikestwelve,thetrainentersatunnel.Youholdyourbreath,wonderingwhatyou’llseewhenyoureachtheotherend.Chug.Chug.Chug.Thechoo-chooslowlypullsoutofthetunnel—andyouaresurroundedbycarnivalworkers—
everywhere!
ChugtoPAGE24.
Oh,no!Youthinkthespaceladyguessedright!Nowwhat’sgoingtohappen?Thetwoguardsshoveyouintothespacechamber.It’saclear,narrowtubethatrisesfartherupthanyoucansee.Asthedoorslamsshutbehindyou,oneoftheguardsbarks,“Getonthescale!”Youstepuponthescale—anditshowsjusthowrightthespacelady’sguesswas.Youpressthechamber-doorrelease,butit’sstuck.Youtryagain.Itdoesn’tbudge.Maybeit’slockedfromtheoutside.“Hey!Ican’tgetout!”youyelltotheguards.Buttheysimplywave.“Hey,letmeout!”Nowyou’remad.“Letmeout!”Allatoncetheroomstartstoshakeandrattle.RRRRRRRR.Thethrustofpowerfulrocketengines
echoesinyourears.Itsoundsasifyou’rebeinglaunchedintospace.Butthat’simpossible,isn’tit?
GotoPAGE40.
YourHalloweenExpresscarpullsupinfrontofacottageandthecottagedooropenswithacreak.Youalljerkyourheadsuptopeeratthedoor.Youseeaskeletonwearinganevilsmile.Andhelungesrightforyou!
“Trickortreat!”hescreeches.Thenhestretchesouthisbonyhandstosnatchyou!Youpoundonthegaspedal,andthecarshootsforward—outoftheskeleton’sgrasp!Yourheartbeginstoraceasthecarspeedsoutofcontrol.Youtearthroughaneerieforest,speed
pastmorecottages—butstillyoudon’tseeawayout.Andthenitcomesintoview—aserviceexit!Allyouhavetodoisstopthecar,jumpout,andscramblethroughthefence,andyou’llbefree.Youcheckyourwatch—fiveminutestomidnight!“Oh,no!”Pattyscreams.“Quick,turnleft!Don’tstop!”
Turnleft!AndgotoPAGE83.
They’redummies.That’swhytheydon’tmove!“They’vegottobeheresomewhere,”youhearBigAl’svoiceboomoutsidethetent.“Hey!ThisdummylooksjustliketheoneinthatGOOSEBUMPSbook,”Pattysays.“YoumeanNightoftheLivingDummy?”Bradasks.Great!youthink.Yourfriendsarechattingaboutbooksminutesbeforeyou’reabouttobeattackedby
amob.Thenyougetanidea.“Rememberthosemagicwordsthatbroughtthedummytolifeinthatbook?”youaskyourfriends.
“Maybewecanbringthisguytolifeandhe’llhelpus—hewasprettytough.”Yourfriendsagree—it’sworthatry.
Ifyouthinkthewordsarekarrumarriodonnalomamolonukarrano,gotoPAGE69.Ifyouthinkthewordsareoooopahlupahdummiedupah,gotoPAGE82.
Youleapoutoftheboat.Theputridbrownwatersplashesintoyourmouth.Gross!Youswimafewstrokesandsuddenlyfindyourkneesscrapingthebottomofthebog.Thewaterhere
islessthanafootdeep.Unbelievable!Youwerepracticallyinchesawayfromsafetytheentiretime!Sloggingthroughthebrownfoam,youwadetoshore.Yourclothesaredrippingwetandsmelllikea
sewer.Well,lookatthebrightside,youremindyourself.Atleastyoudidn’tgodownwithyourboat.Butyourtroublesaren’toveryet.You’restandinginadank,eerieforestthatsurroundsthelake.
Creepyscreechesechothroughthenightmist.Andyou’retotallylost.Thewindstartstoblow.Shivering,youwrapyourarmsaroundyourshouldersandwonderwhere
yourfriendsareandwhattheyaredoing.Then—POW!Somethingblackandfurryswoopsdownatyou!Youduckyourhead,butitcomesat
youagainandagain.Ahugebat!
TurntoPAGE37.
Youopenthebluedoorandpeerthrough.You’restaringdownalongdarkpassageway.Atleastyouthinkit’slong.It’sdifficulttotell.It’spitch-black.Youdon’tknowwhattodo.
“MaybeIshouldhavepickedtheotherdoor,”yousaytoyourself.“I’mgettingoutofhere!”Butthebluedoorhaslockedbehindyou!Nowyou’resureyoumadethewrongchoice.Butthere’s
nowheretogobutforward.Yourkneesbegintotrembleasyouinchyourwaydownthedarkhallway.Thepassageendsinabrightburstoflight.Andinfrontofyou,atallpurplemountainriseshundreds
offeetintotheair.Youbreatheoutalongsighofrelief.You’reoutofthedark!Youstudythemountain.Itlookssoreal!Butcutintoitsside,youspotadoorway.Aboveita
brightlypaintedsignreads:DOOMSLIDE.WILLYOUBETHEONETOSLIDEFOREVER?
TurntoPAGE135.
Steelbarsplungedownfromaboveanddropacrossyourlapandchest,pinningyouinplace.Youcan’tmoveatall.Evenyourheadisheldbysuperstrongheadphonesthatclampoveryourears.Avoicecomesthroughthemannouncing:“Five,four,three,two,one,BLASTOFF!”
Youhearahugebang.Smokeandfireworksfilltheairasyourcarstartsupthefirstbighill.Yourheadpressesbackagainsttheseatasyouclimbhigherandhigher.Thatfirsthillisendless,buttheviewisawesome.Fromthetop,youcanseethemidway,thehauntedhouse,andashadowyswamp.Youcan’tbelievehowbigthecarnivalis!
“Neat!”Pattyyells.“There’sAHHHH—”Whatevershewasgoingtosayturnsintoawildscreamastherocketplungesdowntheothersideof
thehill.Thewindwhipsatyourface.Youarepressedbacksohard,youfeellikeapancake.Everythingpassesinafantasticblur.
Asyourcarshootsuptothetopofthenexthill,you’relaughingandscreamingatthesametime.Thisisgreat,youthink!Butthenyoumakeabigmistake.
TurntoPAGE39.
Blueisyourfavoritecolor.Youturnthebluecardover.Thereisamessage:Helpus!Youareouronlyhope.Hurrytothebackdoorofthefreakshow.
Signed,TheFreaks.“Whatdoesthismean?”youaskMadameZeno.Shestaresdeepintoyoureyes.Herlipstremble.
Sheleansforward.She’sabouttospeak.Andthenthelightsgoout—andablood-curdlingscreamripsthroughthedark!Youstarttoboltforthedoorwhenadimlightsuddenlyflickers.Youstareacrossthetable.Madame
Zenoisgone!Youreachouttotakethecard.Anditburstsintored-hotflames!Inseconds,theentiretentfillswith
thicksmoke.Flamesshootacrossthefloor.Yourunforthedoor.Outside,yougulpthefreshair.Whew!Youmadeit.Youglanceback.Nosmoke.Nofire.Notent!Everythinghasdisappeared!Whatshouldyoudo
now?
Ifyoudecidetohelpthefreaks,gotoPAGE11.Ifyoudon’twanttohelpthefreaks,gotoPAGE113.
“There’sasign!”youcallouttoPattyandBrad.“Let’sseewhatitsays.”Thethreeofyouracethroughthewetgrass.Yoursocksaredrenched.Andyoursneakerssqueakas
yourun.Butthat’snotthesoundthat’ssendingchillsdownyourspine.It’sthehissing.It’sgrowinglouder.“I’mnotsureIwanttoreadthatsign,”youcallouttoPattyandBrad.“Iknowwhatyoumean!”Pattyshoutsback.“Ihaveafeelingwe’renotgoingtolikewhatitsays.”Andyoudon’t.Youreachthesignandreaditaloud.“ReptilePettingZoo!Whoeverheardofa
ReptilePettingZoo!Whatkindofcarnivalisthisanyway?”“Thiscarnivalise-evil,”Bradstammers.You’reabouttoagreewhenyounoticethegrassinfrontofyouisswaying.Somethingisslithering
throughit.Somethingbig.Andthenitcomesintoview.“Snake!”Bradcries.Youknowyouhavetorun—butwhichway?Leftorright?
Ifyouruntotheleft,turntoPAGE125.Ifyouruntotheright,turntoPAGE12.
You’retooscaredtoturnaround.Andtooscarednotto.Riskingaglanceoveryourshoulder,youseealarge,darkshapebehindyou.It’sabigman.No.Yousquinthard.It’sdarkandhairywithmuddyleavesandgreenvinestrailingfromitsbody.It’ssomesortofswampmonster!
Yourunasfastasyoucan.Yourchestisonfire.Theswampmonsterisgainingonyou.Youknowyoushouldkeeprunning,butyourheartfeelsasifit’sabouttoexplode.Youhavetostop.Youturnandstarerightintotheswampmonster’sbloodyeyes.“Neatcostume,”yousayhopefully.Goodtry—buttheswampmonsterisn’twearingacostume.He’srealandthis,unfortunately,is
really…
THEEND
YoudecidetowaitforBigAl.“BigAlhastofreethefreaks,”yousaytoPattyandBrad.“Ifhedoesn’t,we’lltellhimwe’re
callingthepolice!”“Freethefreaks?”BigAlsays,burstingintotheroom.“Thefreaksarefreetogoanytime.This
prisonisjustpartoftheshow.Didyoupullthat‘freeus’jokeonhim?”BigAllaughsheartily.“He’sssslying,”theSnakeLadysays.“We’reprisonersssss.”“Oh,comenow,”BigAlsays.“You’renotprisoners.”Andwiththatheunlocksallthecelldoors.
Thenheturnstoyouandyourfriends.“Asyoucansee,thefreaksarefree.Now,comewithme.Youhaven’teventriedonegameonthe
midway.”“Don’tgowithhim.It’sssssatrick!”theSnakeLadycries.ShouldyougowithBigAl?Who’stellingthetruth?AlortheSnakeLady?
IfyouwanttogowithAl,turntoPAGE84.IfyoutrusttheSnakeLady,turntoPAGE102.
Bump.Achuteopensup.Youlandheadfirstonsoftgrass.Youblinkseveraltimes.Alongsighescapesfromyourlips.Itwasn’ttheDoomSlideafterall.Asyouclimbtoyourfeetyouhearsomeonecallyourname.Youglanceupandshoutforjoy.It’sBrad!AndPatty’sthere,too!Youtellthemaboutyourscaryrideontheslide—abouthowyouthoughtyou’dslideforever.“Cool!”Pattyexclaims.“Let’sallrideitthistime!”“No!”youtellher.“Thiscarnivalistooweird.Anddangerous.Something’snotright.Wehaveto
getoutofhere.Now!”“Yeah,”Bradagrees.“Thefaster,thebetter.”“Ihaveanidea,”Pattyannounces.YouandBradhuddlearoundher.“Ispottedabackwayoutof
here.Butit’salittlerisky.Wehavetosqueezethroughabarbed-wirefence—andit’sguardedbythecarnival’ssecurityforces.Butweshouldtry!”
AreyougoingtolistentoPatty?
FollowPatty?TurntoPAGE48.Youchoosenottotakethebackwayout?GotoPAGE86.
TheHouseofHorrors!Youhavetoseeit.Youjusthaveto!“I’llcatchupwithyouguyslater,”youcalltoPattyandBrad.“I’mgoingtocheckoutthehaunted
house.”Youglancedownatyourmapfordirections.Thericketywoodenbridgeovertoyourleftappearsto
leadstraightthere.Asyoustartacrossthebridge,thewoodenplankscreakunderyourfeet.Thenthebridgebeginsto
sway.Youlookdown.Waydown.Thebridgespansadeep,rockygorge.Gulping,yougrabthehandrail.Youmoveslowly.Astrongwindblowsupfromthecanyonbelow.Thebridgeisswayingwildlynow,tossingfromsidetoside.
Amassivespearoflightningsplitsthesky.Thunderrumblessoloudlyyoujumpandloseyourbalance.“Help!”youscreamasyoutumblerightovertheside—andplungetowardthejaggedrocksbelow!
Howcanyousaveyourself?Makeagrabforthesideofthebridge?TurntoPAGE46.Flapyourarmsandtrytofly?TurntoPAGE30.
Thewallsareclosinginfasternow.Youthrowyourarmsoutandtrytopushthemaway.Butit’shopeless.You’regoingtobecrushed
likeabug.Yousuckinadeepbreath—itcouldbethelastbreathyoutake.Theflooropensbeneathyourfeet!Youdropdown.Down.Down.Down.Along,agonizingscreamescapesfromyourthroatasyou
tumblethroughspace.Willyoueverhitbottom?“Incomingplayer,”youhearacommandingvoiceshout.“Stations,everybody.”Alayerofwebbingcatchesyoulikeoneofthosenetstrapezeartistsuse.Gasping,unableto
understandwhat’shappening,youbounceupanddown.
BouncetoPAGE31.
YoustartupthebrickpathtotheHouseofHorrors.Suddenly,someonesneaksupbehindyouandtapsyouontheshoulder.Youspinaroundandjumpback.
Standinginfrontofyouisabonyskeleton.Andittalks.“Don’tgointhere,”theskeletonsays.“Oryou’llenduplikeme….”Youstareinterroratthehideouscreature.Thenyouburstoutlaughing.“Wow!Youguysreallywanttomakethehauntedhousetotallycreepy.Thisisgoingtobegreat!”
yousay.You’restillchucklingasyoupushopenthegiantoakdooroftheHouseofHorrors.Itswingsback
withalong,loudcreak.Youstepinsideandfindyourselfinanarrowhallway.Thedoorslamsshutbehindyouandthehall
turnsdarkerthanastarlessnight.“Ican’tevenseemyhands!”youexclaim.Youstumbleaheadslowly,pressingyourpalmsagainstthewallstoguideyou.Whenwillthistunnelend?
LookforawayoutonPAGE80.
Thrumpff!Yourfootplowsintothedoctor’sstomachagain.Butthistime,itsmashesrightthroughit.Andhits…solidsteel!
Thecrunchofmetalechoesintheroom—alongwiththedoctor’sscreams.“Aiiii!”hewailslikeasiren.
Yougazeintothegapingholeyoursneakermade.Thousandsofcircuitsandwiresburnandcrackleinsideit.Thedoctorisarobot!Well,anex-robotnow.Yourkicktotallydestroyedhim.
That’sthegoodnews.Thebadnewsisheadedforyou.It’sthemonsterwiththebluehornsandred,bulgingeyes.Youscrambleoutofthenetanddashtowardthedoor.Butthemonsteristooquickforyou.His
tentaclearmsshootoutandsnatchyou.Giantsuckersattheendsofhiswristscircleyourthroat.Yougaspforairasthemonsterpinsyouagainstthewall.Canyoufreeyourselffromhisoozing
grasp?
Try,onPAGE91.
Youslowlyloweryourselfontotheslide.Youstarttostretchoutyourlegswhenthebottomtiltsunderneathyouandthrowsyouforward.You’resliding!Fast!
Thesurfacemustbemadeofsomekindofspecialmaterialbecauseyou’rezoomingdownattopspeed.
Youholdyourbreathasyouflythroughtheblackness.Abumpsendsyoubouncingintotheair.Youscream.Andscream.
Whenisitgoingtoend?Oh,no!CouldthisbetheDoomSlide?Youhearscreamsechointhedarkness.Youtwistaround.Butyoudon’tseeanyone.Theghostlyscreamsgrowlouder—infrontofyou,nexttoyou,behindyou.Screamingandsliding.
Andsliding.Neverstopping.Yougaspforbreath.Andthenyouhearit.Avoicecutsthroughtheblackness.Throughthescreams.Avoicethatcries,“Welcometotherestof
yourlife.WelcometotheDoomSlide!”
THEEND
“Karrumarriodonnalomamolonukarrano.”Yousaythemagicwordsand—thedummycomestolife!
Heopenshismouthandspeaks.“Hey,you.YourfaceremindsmeofawartIoncehadremoved.”“Comeon,”youplead.“We’retheoneswhobroughtyoubacktolife.Aren’tyougoingtobeniceto
us?Weneedyourhelp.”“I’msorry,”thedummysays.“I’msorryyou’resougly….”Thenhelaughsathisownlamejoke.Youstareathimandhisfacegrowsserious.“Youbroughtmetolife,”hesaysslowly,“butnowyou
aremyslaves.“Forever—until…
“THEEND.”
Wait!Thisisn’tthewaythisissupposedtoend.Quick—youhaveonelastchance.Ifthefortune-tellertoldyouasecretnumber,gotothatpagenow!
“Nine…ten…”“Brad,shutup.Lookatthis!”Youpointtothelettersonthefrontofthetraincar.You’vebeenstaringatthemtheentiretime.Whydidn’tyounoticethembefore?“Whatabouttheletters?”Pattysayssharply.“Eleven…”“Don’tyouseewhattheysay?”youshootback.“‘Right-WayRailroad,’”Pattyreads.“Sowhat?”Thechantsofthemerry-go-roundpeopleechoinyourhead.There’sonlyonerightway.There’s
onlyonerightway.Coulditbe?“Twelve!”Nowwhat?
TurntoPAGE52.
Sorry.It’snotyourluckyday.Asyoudashtowardthesign,thegiantcranescoopsthethreeofyouupanddropsyouoffintoahollowed-outlog.Youbarelyhavetimetositupstraightbeforethecraftreachesthewaterfall!
Youholdyourbreathasthelogteetersonthefall’sedge.Asitplungesover,youscream.Ahardspraysmacksyouinthefaceanddrenchesyourclothingasyouracedownthelongslide.At
thebottom,theloghitsapoolofwaterandsinks.You’restillholdingyourbreathasyouwaittobobtothesurfaceagain.Butitneverhappens.You
keepgoingdown.Yourlastthoughtisthatyou’regoingtosetaworld’srecordforholdingyourbreathunderwater.You’dbettersetaworld’srecordforclosingthebookandstartingoveragain.Maybenexttimeyou
diveinyou’llhavebetterluck.
THEEND
YoustepuptotheGuessYourWeightonMarsbooth.Awomaninaspacesuitmotionsyouinsideagate.Youpassthroughandfindyourselfinthemiddleofacourtyardthatlooksjustlikeaminiaturelaunchingsite—completewithitsownrocket!
“Securitycheck,”theladysaysasshepressesyourhandontoafakescanner.“Sohowdoesthisgamework?”youask.“I’llguesshowmuchyouweighonMars,”sheexplains.“Thenyou’llentertheplanetsimulation
chamberandstandonthescale.IfI’mstumpedbymorethanonepoundupordown,youwinagiantcandybar.”
“Whatifyouguessright?”Thespaceladydoesn’tsayanythingatfirst.Shejustsmiles.Anastysmile.Thensheanswers.“Youlose,”isallshesays.
GotoPAGE18.
Yourreflexesaregreat.Youjumpedoutfastenoughandescapedtheghost—thatghost.Butyoudidn’tseetheotheronebehindthecar—waitingforyou.
Yourhearthammersawayinyourchestasitcirclesyou.Aroundandaroundandaround.“It’sallright,”youtellyourselfoverandover.“It’snotreal.Thisisjustarideinanamusement
park.”You’restilltellingyourselfthatastheghostplucksyouoffyourfeet.Hisblacklipspart.Heopenshismouth—widerandwider.Untilit’saswideasanentrancetoacave.Thenhestuffsyouinside.Instantly,youfeellightheaded,thenlightallover.Youpeekdownatyourhands.Youcanseestraightthroughthem.You’vebeenturnedintoaghost!Andasyoursensesfade,you
hearadistantbellchimetwelvetimes.Toobad.TheCarnivalofHorrorswillbeoneofyourfavoritehaunts—forever!
THEEND
Roundandroundyougo.Theworldisablurofcolors.Youcanhearthecrowdscreaming.“FI-NAL!FI-NAL!”
Andthewheelstops.“Ahhhhhh,”thecrowdgasps.Whatdoesitmean?“YOUWIN,”BigAlsays.“Nowcomethiswaytocollectyourprizeandgohome.”
TurntoPAGE131.
ThethreeofyouduckinsidetheHalloftheMountainKing!Apaintedbackdropofrounded,snowcappedmountainsrisesonyourleft.Upinthemountains,abig
stonecastlerestsinthesunshine.Agroupofcheerfulelvespicksflowersinthecastle’sgarden.Toyourright,youspottheride—woodencartspulledbyrealhorses.“Comeon!”youcalltoyour
friends.“Jumpinacart.Thisisgreat.We’llbeoutofhereinnotime.”Notime—thatremindsyou.Youglanceatyourwatch.11:45!
Youallscrambleintooneofthecartsandgrabthereins.Yourhorseplodsforward,andyoupassthroughapaintedstonearchway.
Yougasp.Everythinginthepaintedbackdropisnowinfrontofyou.Andithassuddenlybecomereal.Butdifferent!
Thesnowcappedmountainsrisetoblack,jaggedpeaksthatpiercethesky.Thebigstonecastlehuddlesonascary,darkhill.Andtheelves—theyaren’tpickingflowers.
They’re…
TurntoPAGE96.
Youdigdeepintothesidepocketofyourjeans—andfindit!Thechocolatebaryouwon.It’sagoodthingyoudidn’teatitall—butwillthevulturegoforit?Withoutwarning,thebigbirdstartshisfinalapproach,divingstraightforthenest.Youpulloutthe
candyandwaveitfranticallyinfrontofhim.“Treat!Treat!”youholler.Thesewordsmakeyourdogathomegowild.Butwillitworkonthevulture?
Yes!Hecracksopenhisclaws—justenoughforyoutowiggleloose.Thenyou’refalling,falling.You’velandedonagianttrampoline.Fwanggg!Nowyou’regoingupagain.Higherthistime.Nowyou’refallingagain.Fwanggg—you’vebouncedupevenhigherthistime.Everylifehasitsupsanddowns,butitlooksasifyou’llbebouncingupanddownforever—and
boy,isitfun!
THEEND!THEEND!THEEND!THEEND!
“Let’sheadforthemidwayandplaysomegames!”yousay.You,Patty,andBradjogdownawideavenue.Tentsofeverycolorlinethestreet.Carnivalmusic
blaresfromloudspeakers.Youspotagreenneonsignflashingaboveayellow-stripedtent.Thesignreads:MADAMEZENO—
FORTUNE-TELLER.“Excellent!”youexclaim.“I’mgoingin!”Youtellyourfriendsyou’llcatchupwiththeminaminute.Youliftthetentflap.Inside,onesmallcandleflickersinthedark.Youhearalowvoicecallout,
“Entermychamber.”ThereisMadameZeno,sittingintheshadows.Shewearsalongreddressdottedwithbrightly
coloredgems.Theyshimmerinthecandlelight.Herblackhairtumblestohershouldersasshebendsoveralargecrystalball.
“Welcome,”shewhispers.Thenshereachesoutandgentlyliftsyourhand.“Letmetellyouyourfuture.”
Tofindyourfuture,gotoPAGE78.
MadameZenostudiesyourhandclosely.Shetracesthelinesinyourhandwithhersoftfingers.“Iseehorrorinyourfuture.Inyourimmediatefuture,”shewarns.“Wh-whatkindofhorror?”youstammer.“Whatdoyoumean?”MadameZenoreleasesyourhand.Shepicksupastrangedeckofcards.Shespreadsthemoutonthe
table.Younoticethecardshavepictures—aheadlessman,abloodysword,alarge,evileye.Shegathersupallthecardsandflipsthedeckover.Thenshedealsoutaredcardandabluecard.“Turnoneover,”shecommands.“Learnyourfate.”
Pickred?GotoPAGE14.Pickblue?GotoPAGE59.
Thedoctorleansover.He’ssoclosenow,hissourbreathfillsyournostrils.Thenhisfingertipsbrushyourhandand—POW!Yourfootfliesintohisstomach!Adirecthit!
Butnothinghappens.Hedoesn’tscream.Hedoesn’tevenmoan.Infact,hedoesn’tseemtonoticeatall.Hesimplysmilesatyou.Nowyou’rescared.Reallyscared.Butyouknowyouhavetodowhateverittakestogetoutof
there.YouhavetofindyourfriendsandescapefromthisCarnivalofHorrors.Yougatherupeveryounceofcourageandstrengthyouhave—andkickhimoncemore.Harder!Andthistimesomethingdoeshappen—BIGTIME!
TurntoPAGE67tofindoutwhat.
Youturnacornerandareinstantlyblindedbyglaringlights.Youarestandinginaroomofmirrors.Walls.Floor.Ceiling.Allmirrors!Everywhereyougaze,youaremetwithreflectionsofyourself!Youtakeafewstepsforwardand—
BONK!Youhityourheadonsolidglass.Youmoveonesteptotheleft,andadozencopiesofyoumoveinthatdirection.Totallydizzy,youcloseyoureyes.Maybeyoucanfindtheexitwithyourhands.Keepingyoureyes
shut,youwalkuntilyourpalmshitagainstanotherglasswall.Thenyouhearavoice.“Comethisway.Overhere,”itcalls.
Youwalktowardthevoice—BONK—asolidwallagain.Finally,yourhandsfindanopendoorway!Itleadstoamirroredhallwaythatgoesleftandright.
Whichwaywillyougo?
Ifyoudecidetoturnright,gotoPAGE29.Ifyoudecidetoturnleft,gotoPAGE118.
“You’relying!”youyell.“Youarearobot.”Youquicklyreachupwithbothhandsandtugathishead.Hissharpjawsslashatyou.Butyou’re
fast.Youholdonfirmlyandpull!Oh,no!Hereallyisamonster.Andhe’snothappy.Youknowyou’redeadmeat,butyouhavetotryonemoretime.Justtomakesure.Yougivehishead
onemoretug.Helaughs.Thenhegivesyourheadatug.Sorry.Youweredoingsowell.Butnowyou’vegoneandlostyourhead.Theonlywayyou’llbe
abletofacethechallengeoftheCarnivalofHorrorsnowistoclosethebookandbeginanotherday.Atleastthen—you’llhaveaheadstart.
THEEND
“Oooopahlupahdummiedupah.”Yousaythemagicwordsandwaitforthedummytospringtolife.Andyouwait.Andyouwait.Thedummyremainsthesame.Butsomethingstrangeishappeningtoyou.Whatarethosefeatherssproutingoutofyourskin?And
what’shappeningtoyourfeet?Arethoseclawsyouseegrowingoutofthem?Isitpossiblethatthemagicwordsareturningyou—CLUCK—intoa—CLUCK—chicken?That’seggs-actlywhat’shappening.Well,youlaidaneggthistime.Let’shopeyouwon’tbetoochickentoopenthisbookagainandtry
oncemoretoescapefromtheCarnivalofHorrors.
THEEND
Yousquinthardattheroadaheadofyou—andseewhyPattywantsyoutoturn.Theretheyare—thepeopleintheold-fashionedclothes.Onlytheydon’tlookthesame.
Somehavegreenflesh.Somearedeathlywhite.Theirrottingskinhangsfromtheirbones.Andthey’reallreachingout.Reachingoutforyou!“Turn!Turn!”Pattyyells.Youspinthewheelsharplytothelefttoavoidthem.Butyoucan’tdodgetheghostlycreaturethat’s
risingaboveyou.He’stenfeettall—witharmssolongthattheyscrapetheground.Hismouthgapesopentorevealhundredsofblackened,rottingteeth.
Heswoopsdownatyou.Youturnthesteeringwheelhardtotheright.Toohard—itcomesoffinyourhands!
“Jump!”youcry.“Jumpandrun!Run!”Thethreeofyouleapoutofthemovingcar.Butareyoufastenough?Thatdependsonhowgood
yourreflexesare.Trythistestandfindout.Throwaballintheair.Trytoclapthreetimesbeforeyoucatchit.
Ifyoucandoit—turntoPAGE73.Ifyoucouldn’t—turntoPAGE127.
BigAlshovesyouandyourfriendsintoahugeredtent.Itseemstobesetupforsomekindofshow.Redcarpetedstepsleaduptoaplatform,whichsitsunderagoldenarch.Thearchtwinkleswithathousandcoloredlightsthatspellout:FINALCHALLENGE.
Trumpetsblastaspeoplefloodintotheviewingarea.Astheymarchin,theyclaptheirhandsandyell,“FI-NAL.FI-NAL.”
BigAlleadsyouupthecarpetedsteps.Youarestandingontheplatformnow—infrontofashimmeringcurtainthathangsdownfromthearch.
Thecrowdbeginstochant,“SUD-DENDEATH.SUD-DENDEATH.”“Whatdoyouthinkthatmeans?”Pattyasks.
You’regoingtofindoutonPAGE123.
Thegianthangsoveryou,flexinghismuscles.Hesquintsatyouasifyouareabug—readytobesquashed.
“Didyoucallmeawimp?”hethunders.Youaremuchtooscaredtoanswer.Thegiantanswersforyou.“You’reright.Iamawimp!”Andwiththat,hebendsthebars,andyou,Patty,andBradscramblethrough.“Followme,”thegiantsays.“Iknowawayoutofhere.”“Whatabouttheothers?”youask,pointingtothefreaksinthecellsthatlinethewall.“Noproblem!”Pattyyells,grabbingthekeysfromahookonthewall.“Here—catch!”Youquicklyunlockallthedoors—settingthefreaksfree!
TurntoPAGE126.
“Idon’tknow,”yousay.“Idon’tthinkweshouldtakeanymorerisks.Especiallynotinthiscrazycarnival.”
“Don’tyoutrustme?”Pattydemands.Hereyesflashangrily.YouglanceatBrad.Hestaresattheground.“Ijusthaveabadfeelingaboutthis,Patty.Okay?”ButPattydoesn’tanswer.Shethrowshershouldersbackandstandsuptaller.Andtaller.Andtaller.Yougasp!Pattyisgrowing!She’snearlytenfeettall!Shereachesoutalongarmandgrabsyoubythewrist.Hernailsdigdeepintoyourskin.Youcan’tmove.YouscreamasPattycontinuestochange.Herskinturnsgreenandlumpy.Hornssproutfromher
head.Andherteethgrowintosharpfangs.Yourememberthehorriblemonstersonthewallsoftheslide.Pattyhasturnedintooneofthem!“Letmego.Please!”youplead.“Toobadyoudidn’ttrustme,”shegrowls.“Ican’thaveyouruiningmyplans.”Hernailssink
deeperintoyourflesh.“Ha-ha-ha!”shecackles.Thenshewrapsherslimymoutharoundyourarmandbitesdown.Hard!
THEEND
You’restaringatasignthatreads:WORLD’SFREAKIESTFREAKSHOW!Thethreeofyougapeatthepictures.
There’stheThree-HeadedManwiththeugliestcollectionoffacesyou’veeverseen.AndtheSnakeLady—ayoungblondgirlwithabeautifulfaceandthebodyofaslitheringsnake.
“Thisis,uh—uh—”youstarttosay.Butyoudon’tfinish.Becausealargehandhascomedownonyourshoulder.Hard.
Youslowlyturnandgazeupatahugemanwithshoulderswiderthanarefrigerator.Hehascoal-blackeyeswithathickmustachetomatch.Helooksstrongenough—andmeanenough—topitchyouoverthefencewithonehand.
“Whatareyoudoing?”hisdeepvoicebooms.“You’renotallowedinhere,”hesays,pointingdirectlyatyou.
“We’resorry,”yousay,hopingyouappearsorryandnotjustscared.“Wewantedtolookaround.That’sall.Butwe’llleave.Rightnow.”
Hiseyesstareintoyours.Heclampsbothhandsdownonyourshouldersandsays,“You’renotgoinganywhere!”
Uh-oh.Quick!BetterturntoPAGE4.
YouheadtowardtheBoatTriptoNowhere.Atthedock,youspotastubbyguywithlongarmsslouchingagainstoneofthemooringposts.Inthestrangelightoftheswamp,hisskinshineswithanoily,greenglow.Andhisearsandnoseareascraggyastreebark.
“Steprightup,”hecallsinagravellyvoice.Hepullsoneofthemotorboatsover.It’sredwithasilverracingstripe!“Youcandofifteenknotsin
thesebabies,”hesays.“Butstayawayfromthetreestumps.”Youwatchthelittleman’ssharpgreenfingernailstearingthemooringropeapart.Assoonasthe
boatisfree,youjumpin,steponthegas,androarawayfromthedock.Thewindblowshardagainstyourface.You’reflyingoverthewater.Thisistotallycool!Youhead
forachannelthatyouseeupahead.Toobadyoudidn’tnoticethatsignthatreads:TOBOOGERBOG.
EnterthebogonPAGE32.
Dr.Stoneextendsalongbonyhandtopullyoufromthenet.Whenyoupeerintohisface,hiseyesrollupintohishead.
“Pleasedtomeetyou,”herumbles.Didhesay,“Pleasedtomeetyou”or“Pleasedtoeatyou”?You’renotsure,andyoudon’twantto
hangaroundtofindout.I’vegottogetoutofhere,youthink.Asthedoctorlowershishandabitmore,youwriggleyourrightfootfreeofthenetting.Ifyougive
himonehardkickinthestomach,maybeyoucanmakearunforthedoor.Butwhataboutthemonsters?Canyoudodgethem?Youchangeyourmind.“I’llwait—playitcooluntilatleastoneofthebeastsleavestheroom,”you
saytoyourself.Thenyouchangeyourmindagain.“No.I’dbettermakemyescapenow!”Thedoctorloomsinchesaway.Andyou’restillnotsurewhattodo.You’dbetterdecidefast!
Trytokickthedoctorandrun?TurntoPAGE79.Waituntiloneofthemonstersleavesandtheoddsarebetterthanthreeagainstone?Turnto
PAGE51.
NO!Atthelastminute,youwrenchthesteeringwheelhardtotheleft.Thesideofyourboatclearsthe
treewithasickeningscrape.Youbreatheasighofrelief,butitendsinagroan.Ahuge,sharprootbelowthewaterhasjust
rippedintothebottomofyourboat.Youhearatearingsound,thengurglingasthecockpitstartstofillwithwater.
“Nowwhat?”youmutter.Thenthroughthemistyouspotanotherboat.Butit’ssomedistanceaway.“Hey,overhere!”youcryout.Didtheyhearyou?Youcryoutagain.Thenyouglancebehindyou.Morethanhalfyourboatis
underwater—andyou’regoingdownfast.Whatshouldyoudo?Keepyellingforhelp?Ortrytoswimforsafety?Makeyourchoice—
QUICK!
Ifyoudecidetowaittoberescued,gotoPAGE100.Ifyoudecidetoswimforit,gotoPAGE56.
Thered-eyedbeastleansagainstyounow,pressingyouhardagainstthewall.Themonstermoveshisfaceclosetoyours.Thejaggedhornsatthetopofhisheadnickyourcheeks.
Youcan’tbearitanymore.Youbringyourhandupwithallyourmightandshovehisheadawayfromyours.
Asyouwatchinhorror,themonster’sheadrollsoffitsneck.Theheadtumblestothefloorandlandsatyourfeet.
Theeyesglanceupatyou,andyounoticehishideouslipsmoving.“Thathurt,”theheadsays.“Thatreallyh-h-…”
Heneverfinishes.You’vedestroyedanotherrobot!“Almostoutofhere,”youwhispertoyourself.Nowallyouhavetodoisslipbythecrusty,
alligator-snoutcreatureguardingthedoor.“Yourobotsaren’tsotough,”yousaytohimwithfakebravery.“Oh,really?”thescalybeastcroaks.“Well,maybenot.ButwhatmakesyouthinkthatIamarobot?”
TurntoPAGE122
Youdecidetowait.Someoneshouldbeheresoon,youthink.Butafterwaitinginthespaceshuttleforatleastfifteenminutes,you’renotsosure.Noonehasshownuptorescueyou.
Achillrunsdownyourback.Youfeelasifathousandpairsofeyesarewatchingyoufromtheshadows.
Nowthatyou’reaccustomedtothedarkness,youcanseedozensoftracksleadinginandoutofthetunnel.
Andthenyouheararustlingsound.Youfreeze.Youlistenhard.Coulditberats—orsomethingworse?
Youdrawupyourkneesandwrapyourarmsaroundthemtightly.Thenyouhearahissingsound—andyousmellsomethingodd.It’skindofasweetsmell—likeheavyperfume.Youholdyournosebecausethesmellismakingyoufeelstrange.Dizzy.Sick.
HoldyourbreathandturntoPAGE20.
Whatasight!Youcanhardlybelieveyoureyes!Youscreamagain.It’sPattyandBrad!“Hey,guys,waitup!”youyell.
Quick!HurrytoPAGE26andyoucangoontheSpaceCoasterwiththem.
Theridestops.Dead.Youaresittinginthedark.Nothingismoving.“Patty!Brad!”youcall.Silence.Whydon’ttheyanswer?Theyhavetobethere.Youtrytotwistaround.Butyou’relockedinyourharnessandclampedinyourheadrest.Blinkinginthedimlight,youreyesdarttotheleft.Thentotheright.Youspotdozensofemptyspace
rocketsliningthewalls.Theyseemtocomeinsections,makinglongerandshorterspacerockets.Yourmindstartsworkingfeverishly.DidyoursectiondetachfromPattyandBrad’ssection?Suddenly,thesilenceisshattered.Yourseatlockgrindsopen,andyouarereleasedfromyour
harness.Youquicklyspinaround.Patty’sandBrad’scarshavedisappeared!Ifthisisallpartoftheride,maybeyoushouldhopout.Butiftherideisbroken,maybeyoushouldwaitforhelp.
Waitforhelptocome?TurntoPAGE92.Hopoutofthecar?GotoPAGE111.
Yousitdownontheslideandpushoff.Theworldtiltsasyouplungedown.Down,down,down.You’rescared.Butyoucan’thelpfeelingthatthisiskindofcool!Slidingandswirlinginthe
darkness.Untilyouhearthescreams.Theeeriescreamsthatfollowyouasyoutwistandturn.Yourheartstartspoundingwildly.Oh,no!YoumusthavepickedtheDoomSlide.You’regoingto
slideforever!Andthen,bump.Achuteopensup.Youhitthegroundhard.Youtumbleoverandoverandfinallystop.Youlieontheground.Panting.You’reoutside!Youscrambletoyourfeetandgazearound.Youhearlaughter.Itseemstobecomingfromthebrightpinkbuildingafewfeetinfrontofyou.Youwalkovertoitsbigpinkdoorandpressyourearagainstit.Yes.Thelaughterisdefinitelycomingfrominside.
Tofindoutwhat’ssofunny,turntoPAGE117.
…they’reswingingaxes.Yourheartleapsintoyourthroat.Theelvesmovetotheroadsidenow—andthey’rechoppingdown
thehorse-drawncartsaheadofyou!Onecartsplintersintoamillionpiecesbeforeyourhorrifiedeyes.Theelvescontinueontothenextcart.Theirsharpbladesslicerightthroughit!Yourhorsekeepstrottingupthesteeppath.You’reheadedrightforthewildlychoppingelves!“Dosomething!”Pattycries.
TurntoPAGE23.
YourhandclampsaroundthecanofMonsterBloodinyourpocket.Quickly,yousnapoffthelidandthegreengunkpoursout.
“Look!It’salive!”Bradshouts.He’sright.TheMonsterBloodoozesfromthecan,quivers,andappearstostretchandpullitselfup!
Thenitstartstorollandbounce,makinghorriblesuckingsounds.Great!It’srollingintothecrowd,suckingupeverythinginitspath!“Run!”BigAlscreamsasthehugegreenballrollsoverthepeopleinthecrowd—suckingthemup
withaloudplop.ThentheMonsterBloodhitsthesideofthetent.Itchangesdirection.It’scomingafteryou!
HurrytoPAGE129.
Well,lookscanfoolyou.Heisnotawimp.Andhe’smad—atyou.Inthenextmoment,hescoopsyouupandhurlsyouatthecellwall.Histhrowissoforceful,you
smashrightthroughthewallandsoaroutofthecarnivalgrounds.Congratulations!YouescapedtheCarnivalofHorrors—butnotinonepiece.
THEEND
“Okay,getmeoutofhere,”yousaytothedwarf.“Didyouhelpmyfriends,too?”Thedwarfdoesnotanswer.Hesprintsoffandyouhavetoracetokeepupwithhim.Througha
confusingmazeoftwistingtunnels.You’resuregladyouhaveaguide.Thedwarfsuddenlystops.“Thatway,”hesaysgruffly,pointingstraightahead.Beforeyoucanblink,hevanishesinapuffofsmoke!Andyou’releftstandinginfrontoftwodoors.
Onered.Oneblue.Theredonehasasignthatreads:DANGER.Theblueonehasasignthatreads:BIGDANGER.
Ifyouleavebythereddoor,gotoPAGE104.Ifyoutrythebluedoor,gotoPAGE57.
“Help!Help!Overhere!”youscream,wavingyourarmswildlyintheair.“Holdon!”adeepvoiceanswersthroughtheheavymist.Theboatturnsandspeedstowardyou.Asitnears,thevoicecallsoutagain.“Jump!Jumpover!”Jump?Ishecrazy?Canyoureallyjumpontoamovingboat?Theboatiscomingclosernow.Closer.Closer.Youstandup.Youbendyourknees.You’reaboutto
jump—andtheboatspeedsrightpastyou.Butwait!Itiscirclingbacknowinanice,slowapproach.Itglidesuptoyou,andgigantichands
pullyouontotheboat.“Yousavedme!”youcry.Yougazeupandgaspinsurprise.Themanintheotherboatisn’taman—it’samonsterwitha
droolingsnoutandrowsofjaggedteeth.“Saveyou?Saveyou?”themonsterrepeats.Hisredeyeslightup.“Saveyou…goodidea,”hesays.“Iwon’teatyounow.I’llsaveyoufora
midnightsnack!”
THEEND(Burp!)
Youmakeit!Youmakeitoutofthepark!Youalsomakeitoutofthestate!Infact,thelasttimeanyonesawyou,Patty,andBrad,youwereallatinybliponNASA’sradar
screen.Congratulations!YouescapedfromtheCarnivalofHorrors.Happylandings!
THEEND
“I’mnotgoinganywherewithyou,BigAl.IbelievetheSnakeLady!”“SodoI,”saysPatty.“Me,too!”Bradechoes.“That’stoobad,”BigAlsays.ThenheturnstotheSnakeLady.“Andasforyou,MissReptilia—Itoldyou,you’vebeenoveracting.Ifthesekidsbelieveyou,we
won’tbeabletotorturethemwithourrealhorrors.”“Ssssssorry,bosssssss,”shesays.“Ssssssowhatdoyouwantmetodowiththem?”Youcanhardlybelieveit!Realhorrors?“Whatkindofcarnivalisthis?”youshout.“TheCarnivalofHorrorssssss,”theSnakeLadyanswers—andthat’sthegoodnews.
TurntoPAGE120forthebadnews.
“We’vegottojump,”youtellPattyandBrad.“It’souronlychance.”“Okay,”Bradagreesasyourcartinchesuptothechoppingelves.“Comeon,”youcry.“Now!”ButBradistooparalyzedwithfeartomove.YouandPattygrabhim
andhaulhimtowardthesideofthecart.Yourcarthasreachedtheelves!Oneofthemsmirksasheliftshisax.It’srightaboveyourneck.Youpictureyourheadtumblingdownthesideofthemountain.Withaloudcry,allthreeofyoujump.Youlandwithathudonarockyledge.Itbreaksyourfall.But
therockistooweaktoholdallofyou.Youscreamagainastheedgetearslooseandtheworlddropsfromunderyourfeet.Youtumbleover
andover,downthesideofthemountain.
GotoPAGE109.
Youpushopenthereddoor.Anothertunnelliesbeyondit.Youfollowitstwistsandturns,andyourealizethatyou’resloshingthroughcoldmuddywater.Itgrowsdeeperandchillierasyougo.
Withacoldshudder,youdecidetoheadback—untilyouhearaslurpingnoisebehindyou.Whirlingaround,youwatchinhorriblefascinationasgiantearthwormscrawloutofthemud.Gross!
Nowayyou’reheadingbackthere.Youclenchyourteethandslogonward.Upahead,youseeadimgreenlight.Great!Anexit.
Asyoureachtheendofthetunnel,youhearalowgrowlbehindyou.Atfirstyoutrytopretendit’syourimagination.Butthere’snomistakingthesoundofthuddingfootsteps.Gettingcloser.Andcloser.Andnowit’sbreathingdownyourneck!
GotoPAGE61.
It’satreebranch!Grabbingatyou.Tugging,tuggingatyourhair.Youcan’tbreakfree.Itsgnarlystubsdigindeeperasyoustruggle.
Suddenly,youfeelsomethingwrapitselfaroundyourarms.Thenyourlegs.Closingintighter.Tighter.
Yougazedownandseethem—blackknobbytreelimbstwistingaroundyou.Stranglingyou.Youdropholdofthesteeringwheelandbegintoclawatthebranches,rippingthemaway.Andthenyoupeerup—andseeaterrifyingsight.It’sahugetree.Andyou’reheadedstraightforit!
Yougraspthesteeringwheeltoregaincontroloftheboat.Thetreeisjustinchesaway.AreyougoingtoCRASH?!
TurntoPAGE90.
“Unlesswhat?”youscream.“Tellme!”“YoucanescapetheCarnivalofHorrorsifyouleavebeforeclosingtime.”“Whenisclosingtime?”youshootback.“Whenthelastridestops….”theladywhispers.“Atmidnight.”Youglanceatyourwatch—11:40.Twentyminutes—that’snotsobad.Buthowdoyougetoutof
here?Asiftheladycanreadyourmind,shesays,“There’sonlyonerightway.”Thenallaroundyou,thecrowdbeginstochant.“ONLYONERIGHTWAY,ONLYONERIGHTWAY.”Theyrepeatitoverandoveragain.“Whatisit?”youscream.“Whichway?”It’suseless.They’renotgoingtotellyou.Butit’snotmidnightyet.There’sstilltimetofigureitout.Untilthefloorbeginstotremble.Andthewallsbegintoshake.Earthquake!
TurntoPAGE42.
“Sorry,Brad.IthinkPatty’sright,”youtellhimasyouturntowardtheHalloftheMountainKing.“IthinkIspottedanexittherewhenwefirstcamein.”
Pattyrunsahead.“Look!”shecriesout.“There’sthepath.ItleadspasttheHalloftheMountainKingtotheexit.”
“Yeah,butwhoarethosepeopleupthere?”Bradasks.“They’reblockingtheway.”Youpeerupaheadandseethem—thepeopleintheold-fashionedclothes.Andthey’restill
chanting—“Onlyonerightway,onlyonerightway.”“They’renotgoingtoletusout!”Bradpanics.“Okay.Okay.Ihaveanidea,”yousaycalmly.“Let’sgointotheMountainKingride—maybewe
canjumpoffattheendandsneakpastthem.”Doyouhaveanotherchoice?No.
IfyouwanttogoontheMountainKingride,turntoPAGE75.IfyouwanttogoontheMountainKingride,turntoPAGE75.
“We’vegottogetoutofhere,it’salmostmidnight,”yousayasyouruntowardtheHalloweenExpressride.
“Hey,maybeweshouldtryoneofthesecars,”Bradsays,pointingtotheredandorangecarsthatrunonatrack.
Thethreeofyoucrowdintoalittlecarthat’sreallymeantfortwo.Youjamyourfootonthegaspedal,andyou’reflying!
“Allright!”Bradcheers.“We’reonourwayhome!Hey,IwonderwhytheycallthisHalloweenExpress?”heasks.
Youturnthewheelsharplytotheleft,andthenyouknowwhy….
SpeedovertoPAGE54.
Yousqueezeyoureyesshutandwaitforthecrash.Finally,youland.Youglanceup.You’reatthefootoftheLogFlumeride.
You,Patty,andBradhavelotsofcutsandbruises,butyou’reokay!Terrific!youthink—untilyouspotthearmyofelveswiththeiraxes.They’rerushingdownthemountaintowardyou!Theonlyescapeistoentertheflumeride,soyoudashinside.
TheLogFlumeremindsyouofawesternloggingcamp,completewithlogcabins,trees,trucks,andasparklingbluelake.
Inthedistance,youcanhearthebuzzofchainsaws.Anddownbythelake,giantcranespickuplogsandploptheminthewater.Someofthelogsarehollowedoutinthemiddlewithseatsforpassengers.Asyouwatch,thecurrentcatchesone.Itglidestotheedgeofawaterfall,plungesover,andshootsdown.
Asyouglancearound,youspotanEXITsign.Thentoyourhorror,youseeagiantcraneswingingyourway.“Duck!”youscream.Willyoumakeittotheexit?Isthisyourluckyday?
IfyouarereadingthisbookonaMonday,Wednesday,Friday,orSaturday,gotoPAGE114.Ifit’saTuesday,Thursday,orSunday,gotoPAGE71.
Somethingtellsyouthatthismonsterisnotarobot.Thisoneisforreal.Maybeit’sthewayhestaresintoyoureyes.Ormaybeit’stherowsandrowsofrazor-sharpteethjuttingfromhismouth.
Youtakeastepback.Hetakesastepcloser.Adropofhisdrooldripsonyourhand.Itsizzlesandburns.
Thisistheend,youfigure.You’llneverescapetheCarnivalofHorrors.NeverseeyourfamilyorPattyandBradagain.
Themonsterliftshisgigantic,clawedhand.Hewavesitoveryourhead.Andyouwaitforthesearingpainasitplungesdowntostrikeyou.
Butthat’snotwhathappens.Themonsterslowlylowershishandandclutchesathisownneck,andthen—pullshisownhead
off!Andwhenyoudiscoverwhat’sunderneath,youknowyou’restillinbigtrouble!
Quick—headovertoPAGE133.
Yourpulsepoundsinyourearsasyoucarefullyliftyourselfoutofthecar.Thetunnelisdarkandmustyandreallycreepy.Anythingcouldbelurkingintheshadows.
Thismustbepartoftheride,youreason.Andthemoreyouthinkaboutit,themoreconvincedyouare.You’rescared.Butyouhavetoadmit,thisisprettycool.
Inthedistance,youspotseveralredlightsthatseemtoleadtootherdimlylittunnels.Youcautiouslyheadtowardoneofthem.Overheadsomethingdarkandslimydrips.Splatteringonthetopofyourhead.Stingingyourforehead.
Asyoudesperatelytrytowipetheburningslimeaway,somethinggrabsyoubytheknees!Aaaah!Youlookdown.Apairofred-rimmedeyesmeetyours.It’sadwarfwithscragglyredhair
andatoothlesssmile.“Wantmetoleadyououtofhere,kid?”heasks.You’reabouttofollowthedwarf,butthenyoustop.
Ishepartoftheride?Helooksreallyevil.Whatdoyoudo?
Followthedwarf?GotoPAGE99.Decidenottofollowthedwarf?GotoPAGE33.
Yeoow!Someonesplashescoldwaterinyourface.Youreyesopen.“Comeon!Wakeup!It’salmostshowtime,”araspyvoicesays.“Showtime?”yousay,gazingintotheeyesofadwarf.“Whatshow?”“TheFreakShow.YouaretheAmazingSiameseTriplets.”YouglancearoundandseePattyononesideofyouandBradontheother.Youtrytopullawayfrom
them,butyoucan’t.“We’restucktogetherwithsomekindofglue,”Pattysays.“Itisn’tglue,”Bradargues.“Istoo!”“Isnot!”Well,whateveritis—youarestuck.Stuckbetweenyourarguingfriendsforalong,longtime—
likeforever.Andhere’ssomethingyoucan’targueabout.Thisreallyis…
THEEND
Helpsomefreaks?That’sagoodone!Youlaugh.YouthinkaboutMadameZeno,thefire,andthedisappearingtent.Totallycool!Youwonderwho
thoughtupsuchawesomespecialeffects.Youcan’twaittotellBradandPattyallaboutit.Yousearchforyourfriendsinthebigwoodenboothsthatlinethemidway.Instead,youfind
incrediblegamesofchance.Sometestyoureye-handcoordination.Othersrequirepureluck.Buttheyallofferthemostamazingprizesyou’veeverseen—phones,videogames,fifteen-speedmountainbikes.Youcan’twaittoplay!
Youspotaboothacrossthemidwaywithacrowdgatheredinfront.That’sodd,youthink.Didn’tBigAlsayweweretheonlypeopleatthecarnivaltonight?Youwonderifyourfriendsareinthecrowd.Youmovecloser.
“Oh.Igetit,”yousayaloud.“Thesepeoplemustworkatthecarnival.”You’reabouttocallouttothem.Untilyouseetheireyes.Strange,hauntedeyes.
SeewhathappensonPAGE16.
Thisisyourluckyday.Youduckasthecraneswingsoveryourhead.“Run!”youshouttoyourfriends.Youglanceatyourwatch—11:55.Ifyou’rereallylucky,youcanstillmakeitoutofthecarnivalby
midnight.Youcanseetheexitupahead.Asyouchargethroughthegate,youfeelreallyhopeful—untilyou
runintoBigAl.Heblockstheexitwithhishugebody.Hismassivehandsareplantedonhiships.“Nooneescapes
fromtheCarnivalofHorrors!”heroars.You’vegottofindawayout.Now!ToyourrightistheentrancetoHalloweenExpress—youcouldtrythat.Ormaybeyoushouldrundownadifferentpath.There’sgottobemoreexitsaroundhere
somewhere.Choosefast!
Rundownadifferentpath?GotoPAGE5.HalloweenExpress?GotoPAGE108.
There’snothinginyourpocketbutlint.“Help!Saveme!”youcry.Thevultureswoopsdownanddropsyouinthenest.Thebabyvulturesapproach.Mouthsopen—readytopeckyoutodeath…But—goodnews!Theydon’teatyou.Youfalloutofthenestinstead.Please,closethebookfast,orthenextsoundyouhearwillbeyourbody,hittingthegroundwithan
awesomethud.THUD!
Notfastenough.Okay,don’tgotopieces.PullyourselftogetherandpreparetovisittheCarnivalofHorrorsagain—thenexttimeyou’rebraveenoughtoopenthisbook!
THEEND
ZAP!BigAlthrowsaswitchandthemagnetshutsoff.Youcomeflyingdowntoearth—rightwhereBrad
andPattyarewaiting.“Iplayedyourdumbgame.Now,letusgo!”youtellBigAl.BigAldoesn’tanswer.Butthecrowddoes.“SUD-DENDEATH!SUD-DENDEATH!SUD-DEN
DEATH!”Thecrowdsurgestowardyou.Theyarenotfriendly.Theybackyouupagainstawall.You’re
trapped.Trappedbyamob!Youreachintoyourpocket,hopingtofindsomethingthatmighthelpyou.Somethingtosaveyou…
IfyouwonacanofMonsterBlood,gotoPAGE97.Ifyoudon’thavetheMonsterBlood,runtoPAGE27.
Youopenthedoorandenteraroomburstingwithpeoplewhoseemtobewaitingforyou.Youthinkthat’sweirduntilyoustudythem—andrealizesomethingevenstranger.They’realldressedupinold-fashionedcostumes.
“WelcometotheCarnivalofHorrors,”atallwomanwitharedparasolsays,smiling.“Niceofyoutojoinus.”
TheCarnivalofHorrors.Thewordssendshiversdownyourspine.Thewomanwiththeparasolwhispersinyourear,“Don’tyouwanttoknowthesecretofthe
CarnivalofHorrors?”Younodyes.“TheCarnivalofHorrorscomesaliveinadifferentplaceandadifferenttimeeachnight.Tonight
we’reinyourtown.Tomorrowwecouldbeinanothercountry!Buteveryplacewestop,weinvitekidslikeyoutojoinus….”
“Thanksfortheinvitation,”yousay,“butIgottago.”“I’msorry.”Theladychuckles.“YoucanneverescapefromtheCarnivalofHorrors,”shesays
solemnly.“Unless…”
Unlesswhat?TurntoPAGE106.
Youturnleft.Somewhereaheadofyou,youhearlaughter.“Issomebodythere?”youcallout.Silence.Youstareatyourreflectionsinthemirroredhall.AmItrapped?youwonder.AmIinrealdanger?Oristhisallabig,scaryjoke?Yourheartbeginsto
race.Youinchforwardafewmoresteps—movingtowardthelaughter.Slowly.“Overhere,”avoicecallsagain.Butnowthevoiceseemstobecomingfrombehindyou!
TurntoPAGE36.HELP!
Youtakechargeofthereinstourgethehorseon.“Giddyap,boy,”youandPattyshout.Butyourhorsewon’tmoveanyfaster.Youshootaglanceupahead.Theelvesarechopping…andashinyblade…isnow…rightover
…yourhead!“No,”youscream.“NO!Letmeoutofhere.”Youfeelasharppain.Andyourealizeyou’vejusthadtheshortesthaircutofyourlife.Unfortunately,
theytookalittletoomuchoffthetop.
THEEND
ThebadnewsistheSnakeLadyfooledyou.“ThrowthemintothelargecellwithHaroldandalltheotherprisoners,”BigAlcommands.Youareshovedintoadarkcell.Youhearaclick.You’relockedin.AstheSnakeLadyleaveswith
BigAl,youcanheartheirlaughterechodownthehall.Youglanceintotheothercellsandthink,thefreaksareprisoners.Theydoneedourhelp.Thenyou
peerintothedarknessofyourcell—tofindoutwhoHaroldis.There’snowayyoucouldmisshim.Haroldisagiant.He’shuge—twiceasbigasafootball
player.Hishandsare,infact,thesizeoftwofootballs.Hisarmslookliketreetrunks.Atfirstyouareafraidofhim,butthenyouthink,Hey!He’strapped,too.Maybewecanconvince
himtohelpus.Andthenyougetabigidea!
TurntoPAGE28.
Yougrabthesidesoftheslideandloweryourselfdown.Thesecondyousit,theslide’sfloortiltsupbeneathyouandpropelsyouforward.
Youshriek!Youraiseyourarmsandscreamlouder.Youslidefasterandfaster.Intotaldarkness.Darknessso
black,youcan’tevenseeyourownfeetinfrontofyou.Youreyesdartfranticallyfromsidetoside.Facessuddenlyappearinthedarknessinbrightflashes
oflight.Facesofhideousmonsterswithdeformedheadsandoozingflesh.Butyou’removingtoofasttofocusonthem.Youslideandslide—untilthefacesstopflashingand
you’recoveredinthethick,heavyblacknessagain.Youscreamasyouroundasharpcurve.Yourheadisspinning.Youpickupspeed.Whenwillitend?Thenyouhearthescreams.Chillingscreamsthatechothroughthedarkness.Oh,no!YoumusthavepickedtheDoomSlide!
ZoomtoPAGE63.
Thecreatureslidesonesteptowardyou,andwithaburningstaresays,“Iamnotarobot.Iamnotgoingtoshutdown.Sodon’tbotherwithanyofyoursilly,humantricks!”
Youstareathim.Youstudyhimhard.Ishelying?Ishearobotliketheothertwo?Orcouldhebealotmoredangerous?
Yourkneesbegintotremblewhenyouthinkaboutnevergoinghome—neverseeingyourfamilyandfriendseveragain.Tearsstarttostingyoureyes.Angrytears!Nocarnival—notevenaCarnivalofHorrors—isgoingtodefeatyou!
Youstaredeeplyintotheevileyesofthecreaturehoveringbeforeyou.Robot?Realmonster?Youfinallydecide!
Ifyouthinkthecreatureisarobot,trytoknockhisheadoffonPAGE81.Ifyouthinkhe’sarealmonsterorsomethingworse,staycoolonPAGE110.
“TheFinalChallenge,”BigAlannounces.Andthecrowdgoeswild.Thenheturnstoyouandsays,“Remember—thefungamesareover.Nowyouareplayingforyour
life.”“Yougofirst,”BigAlsaystoyou.YouseeBradandPattytakenofftothesidebyahugemanina
blackhood.Twored-haireddwarfsinclowncostumesscurryupthesteps.Toyoursurprise,theyfityouwith
newhigh-topsneakers—sneakerswithmetalstudsrunningupthebacks.Thisisgoingtobesomekindofrace,youthink.Butthenyouchangeyourmind—whentheysnapaheavy,metalhelmetonyourhead.
Thecrowd’scheersgrowlouder.BigAlthrowsaswitch.Thecurtainbehindyoupartsand—Whammo!Thewallbehindthecurtainturnsintoasupermagnet.Yougozingingtothewalllikeadarttoabull’s-eye.
ZingbacktoPAGE25.
“FI-NAL!FI-NAL!FI-NAL!”youhearthecrowdyellingasyouspinroundandround.You’regettingdizzy.Reallydizzy.Sodizzythatyoufaint.
YoureyesflutteropenonPAGE112.
“Thisway!”YouwavetoPattyandBrad.Thethreeofyouturntotheleftandkeeprunning—straightintoapond!“Whydidn’tyoutellustostop?”Pattywhines.“Don’tcomplaintome!”youshoutback.“Wefollowedyouthroughthefence!”Youturnaroundandslogyourwaybacktoshore.PattyandBradmakeittherefirst.Youareafew
feetaway—whenyouseeit.Analligator.Withitsmouthgapingopen—revealingtworowsofrazor-sharpteeth.Youfreeze.Pattyspotsthealligatorandyells,“Quick!There’salog!Jumponit!”Youscrambleuponthelog,butit’snouse.You’restillaneasytarget.Thealligatoropensitshugemouthevenwider.Heslithersrightuptothelog.Andyoucantellhe’s
ready.Readytocrunchdownonyou!
Don’tscreamyet.TurntoPAGE43.
“Yay!Ourhero!”thefreakscheerastheyboltoutoftheircells.Youfollowthegiantthroughasideexit.Andinnotime,you’releadingallyournewfriendstoyour
house.You’resureyourparentswon’tmindtakingthemin.Afterall,howmuchcanathree-hundred-pound
giant,afive-hundred-poundfatlady,andathree-headedmaneat?Hmmmm.Betternotanswerthatquestion.
Justbehappythatyou’vecometo…
THEEND
You’renotfastenoughtogetawayfromtheghost.You’rerunningnow,buttheghostswoopsdowninfrontofyou.Youplowintohim—andpassrightthroughhim!
Thecarnivalpeopleareswarmingafteryou.Theydon’twantyoutoleavethecarnival.“Hurry!”youyelltoyourfriends—onlythreeminutestomidnight!Youdashoffinonedirection,
thenanother.Thecarnivalpeopleareapproachingfromeverywhichway.Theycarrytorcheswithflamesthatleaphighintheair.
Youstealaglanceatyourwatch—11:58.“Wecan’tletthemcatchus!”youscream.“Let’shide!”Butwherecanyouhide?Upaheadyouseeagiganticcannon.Allthreeofyoucouldfiteasilyin
there.Youalsospotababyride—thebabychoo-chootrain—maybeyoucouldsqueezeintothat.Quick!Pickone—andhopeforthebest.
Cannon?GotoPAGE130.Choo-choo?GotoPAGE128.
Yousqueezeintothechoo-chooandscrunchdown.11:59.Lightsfromthecarnivalpeople’storchessweepoveryou.Theirfoulsmellfillsyourlungs.Thebloodpoundsinyourtemples.You’resurethey’regoingtofindyou.Butyou’retrappednow.There’snowayout.Youhearsomeoneshoutinthedistance.“Closingtime!”Andthenyouhearabellstarttochime……Midnight!“One,two,three,”Bradcountsthechimes.Youwanttostranglehim!“Four,five…”Suddenly,thekiddietrainstartstomove.“Six…seven…eight…”Yousitupandwhatyouseeisthebiggestshockofthiswholehorriblenight….
TurntoPAGE70.
TheMonsterBloodhasgrownsobig—nowyoucan’tseeoveritoraroundit.“Runforyourlives!”Pattyscreams.Butreachingthedoorisimpossible.Themoundofgreenslimeisbearingdownonyou.Fast!Youstandfrozentothespot.Terrified.And
then—justintime—you,Patty,andBradleaptotheside.AndtheMonsterBloodslamsintothewallwithacrushingforce—andplowsrightthroughit.
Youstareatthegiantgapingholeinthewall.Quickly,thethreeofyoujumpthroughtheopening.Youarestandingoutsidethemaingate—whereyoucamein!
There’sawidepathofdestructionacrossthefieldandtheforestbeyond.Fromsomewhere,aclockchimestwelvetimes,sendingachilldownyourspine.Andwhenyoupeerbackatthecarnival,ithasdisappeared.Allthat’sleftisaspookysilvermist.
THEEND
Youandyourfriendssqueezeintothecannon.“Ouch!You’resittingonmyhand,”Bradwhines.Butyoudon’thavetimetoapologize.“Doyousmellsomething…burning?”youask.BOOM!There’satremendousexplosion.Youflythroughspace.Youareheadedforafencethat
enclosesthecarnival,andthefieldbeyond.Willyoumakeitoutofthepark?
GotoPAGE101.
SUCKER!Youdidn’treallythinkyoucouldgetoutthiseasily,didyou?Checkoutthetitleofthisbook:EscapefromtheCarnivalofHorrors.Horrors!Youneedtofacealotmorehorrors—andthen(maybe)you’llescape.
Quick!TurntoPAGE116.
Thefortune-tellersaidthisnumbermightsaveyourlife.Buthow?Thenyouseeit.Inthecorner.Atallsilverlockerwiththenumber132paintedinred.“Inhere,”yousay,openingthedoortothelocker.YoupushPattyandBradinside.Assoonasyouclosethedoor,thelockerbeginstorattleandshake.You’renearlyblindedbya
bright,whitelight.Youhearaloudwhooshingsound.Andthenallissilent.Thedoorpopsopen—andyou’reamazedatwhatyousee.
TurntoPAGE21.
Thoseeyesbehindthealligatorsnout—thosebeadyeyes.Youshouldhaverecognizedthembefore.It’sBigAl.
“Hey!Youdidagreatjobhere,”hesayswarmly.“You’vereallygotthestufffortheCarnivalofHorrors.”
“Uh,thanks,”youmumble.“ButIreallyhavetogohomenow.”“What’stherush?”heasks,pattingyouontheshoulder.“Aren’tyouhavingfun?”Fun?youthink.Crushedbetweensolidwalls.Thenattackedbyabulging-eyedmonster.Fun?No.
Thisisn’tfun.Thisisweird.“Uh,yeah.It’sbeenreallygreat.But,um,Ireallydohavetogethome,”youstammer.“Soifyou’ll
justtakemetowhereverPattyandBradare—andshowusthewayout—we’llbegoing.”“I’mafraidthatisn’tpossible,”BigAlsays.“Justopenthedoorandyou’llunderstand.”
Youhavenochoice.YouhavetoopenthedoorandgotoPAGE117.
You’vegottofigureoutwhatyouweighonMars.Fast.Buthow?You’reabouttogiveupwhenyounoticeaflashingsign.Itreads:THEGRAVITYONMARSISALMOST40
PERCENTOFWHATITISONEARTH.Okay,nowyoucanfigureitout.MultiplyyourrealEarthweightbyfour.Nowdropoffthelastdigit.Forexample,ifyouweigh90
pounds,90×4=360.Droppingoffthelastdigit,youget36foryourweightonMars.Ifyoudon’twanttodothemath,youcanleaveittoluck.Justguess.
IfyouthinkyourMarsweightis37to39,gotoPAGE53.IfyouthinkyourMarsweightislessthan37ormorethan39,gotoPAGE22.
Youopenthedoorandclimbasteeprampthatcurvesaroundandaround.It’scoldanddarkinside.Halfwayuptheramp,youstop.There’sanothersign:WARNING!—YOUMAYBETHEONETOSLIDETOYOUR
DOOM!
Youcontinueuptheramp.Youfinallymakeittothetop,andfindyourselfstandingonawide,dimlylitplatform.Arowoflong,curvingslidesstretchesoutbeforeyou.Theslidesarenumberedfromonetoten.
Youthinkhard.TheDoomSlide.Youknowyou’veheardaboutitbefore.Butwhere?Wherewasit?Andthenyouremember!ItwasinaGOOSEBUMPSbookyouread!OneDayatHorrorLand.Nowyouknowyou’reinbigtrouble.BecauseyourememberallabouttheDoomSlidefromthe
book.Yourememberthatifyoupickthewrongslide,you’llspendtherestofyourlifeslidingandsliding—forever!
WhichnumberistheDoomSlide?Whichone?
IfyourememberwhichnumberslideistheDoomSlide(orifyouhavethebookandcanlookitup),chooseaslidethatisnottheDoomSlide.Ifyoucan’tremember,you’llhavetoleaveittoluck.Pickanumberbetween1–10.
Pickslide1,4,or5,andgotoPAGE121.Pickslide2,7,or9,andgotoPAGE95.Pickslide3,6,8,or10,andgotoPAGE68.
BEWARE!!DONOTREADTHISBOOKFROM
BEGINNINGTOEND!
PrepareyourselftomeettheKnightinScreamingArmor!YourcousinsarecomingtovisityoufromEngland.They’rebringingsomethingwiththem.Alittle
surprise…It’sanoldsuitofarmorfromyouruncle’scollection.Ithasareallycoolbattle-axandashield.And
ithassomethingelsetoo—orderstodestroyyou!Yousee,there’sanancientcursethatwasplaceduponyourfamilyandtheknightisheretodeliver
it!Andthat’snotall—aghastly-lookinggardenerwiththreeheads,MudSlingingmonstersmadeofgoo,andsomeverynastysheepareallheadedyourway!
Thisscaryadventureisallaboutyou.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andyoudecidehowterrifyingthescareswillbe.
StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.Ifyoumaketherightchoices,youwilldefeattheKnightinScreamingArmorandescapeitshorrible
curse.Ifyoumakethewrongchoice…BEWARE!
SOTAKEADEEPBREATH.CROSSYOURFINGERS.ANDTURNTOPAGE1NOWTOGIVEYOURSELFGOOSEBUMPS!
“Pip-pip!Ta-ta!Jollygood!Tallyhoandallthatrot!”yourdadexclaims.“Da-a-a-d!”youplead.“Pleeeeeeease!”“Sosorry,”heapologizesinhisbestBritishaccent.“Wejustwantyourcousinstofeelquiteathome
now,don’twe?It’snoteverydaywehavevisitorsfromEngland.It’sbeenoverayearsincewe’veseenthem.Jollygood!Ta-ta!Pip-pip!”yourdadsaysagain.
“Yes,”yourmomadds.“YourUncleWillisgivinglecturesatseveralimportantAmericanmuseums.SoKipandAbbeywillbestayingwithusforawholeweek.Isn’tthatterrific?”
Youonlyhalfagree.KipSaxtonisyourage.Sometimeshecomplainstoomuch.Butmostly,he’saprettycoolkid.Hisfifteen-year-oldsisterisanotherstory.“Abbeyactslikeshe’squeenoftheworld,”yousay.“Shecanbearoyalpain!”
“Oh,you’llhavefun,”yourdadassuresyou.“UncleWillsaysKipandAbbeyarebringingabigsurprisewiththem!”
“Asurprise?”youask.“Whatsurprise?”
GotoPAGE2.
Beforeyourdadcansayanotherwordaboutthesurprise,thedoorbellrings.“They’rehere!”yourmomcallsfromthefronthall.Sheopensthedoorastheairportshuttlevan
pullsaway.Yourcousinsarestandinginthedoorway.“Youhaven’tchangedabit!”yourmomdeclaresasshehugsAbbeyandKip.
“Ihopethat’snottrue,”youmutter.Yourtallblondcousinisalreadystaringpastyouandintothemirrorbehindyou.“Hi,”youmanagetosaytoher.
Abbeyprimpsherlonggoldencurlsbeforesheanswers.“Oh,hi,”shesaysasshepatsherhairaboutahundredtimes.
“StillthesameoldAbbey,”youhavetoadmit.“Forgether,”someonesays,laughing.It’sKip.“Canyougivemeahand?We’vegotmorestuffto
bringin.”Yoursandy-hairedcousinmovesbackoutontothefrontstepandpointstotwohugewoodencrates.Thecratesaretallerthanyourdad.
“Whatthe—?”youstarttosay.“Artifacts!”yourdadchimesin.“UncleWilliscomingherenextweektolectureattheMedieval
Museumdowntown.Itoldhimwe’dstoresomeexhibitshereuntilhearrives.ButIneverexpectedanythingthisbig!Thesecrateswillhavetogointhegarage.”
“What’sinthecratesanyway?”youaskKip.
GotoPAGE3.
“Twosuitsofarmor,”Kipsays.“That’swhat’sinthecrates.They’rereallyold.Fromthefifteenthcentury.WecalloneofthemtheEvilKnight.It’sbeenwiththeSaxtonfamilyforever.TheothersuitwasSirEdmundSaxton’s.He’sourgreat-great-great-great…well,yougetthepicture.”
Thecratesareonwheels.You,Kip,Abbey,andyourdadpullthemdownthedrivewaytothegaragebehindyourhouse.Younoticealabelononeofthecrates.
“Hey,lookatthis,”youcry.Youreadthelabelaloud:
“BewarethisDarkandEvilKnightCursedstillfromlongago.UntilaGoodKnightfightsforrightThisKnightbringsmiseryandwoe.
That’skindofspooky,”youadd.“No!Don’treadthatoutloud,”Kipcautionstoolate.“It’sanevilcurseonthewholeSaxton
family!”“Acurse?”Youlaugh.“Youdon’tbelieveincurses,doyou?”“SureIdo.Andsoshouldyouifyouknowwhat’sgoodforyou,”Kipwhispers.“Iguessyou’ve
neverheardthetale.”
ListentothetaleonPAGE4.
“Thetale?Whattale?”youask.“ThelegendoftheCurseoftheKnightinScreamingArmor!”Kipanswers.“Yearsagoanevil
sorceressgotangryattheKing’sbestknight,SirEdmundSaxton.Youknow,ourancestor?Hekilledherfavoritedragon,orsomething.Anyway,sheputacurseonhim—theCurseoftheKnightinScreamingArmor!
“Shemadeaspecialsuitofarmorandsentittohimasagift.Thearmorwashaunted.Itheldthespiritofanevilknight.Thatnight,horriblescreamsandcrieswereheardfromSaxtoncastle.Inthemorning,SirEdmundandallofhisfamilyhadbeenkilled!”
Kip’seyesgrowwideashegoeson.“Allofhisfamilywasdeadexceptoneson.Hehadbeenouthunting.Anyway,hekeptthearmor.Hewastooscaredtothrowitaway!”
Thefourofyouarriveatthegarageandyourdadreachesdowntoopenthedoor.“Thisisthatarmor.Familylegendhasitthatonedayitwillwakeupagain.ThirstyforSaxton
blood.Thenitwilldestroyallthatisgood!UnlessabraveandnobleSaxtoncandefeatit.IthastobeamemberoftheSaxtonfamily.”
“Ha!”youlaugh.“I’mrelatedtoyou,soI’maSaxton.What’sanEvilKnight’ssuitofarmorgoingtodotome?”
GetyouransweronPAGE96.
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