GOOSEBUMPS

CHAPTER ONE: A NEW STORY

August 10th 2001.

It was supposed to be a bright,warm,sunny day in summer; like it normally is. But over the past two weeks, it's been nothing but thunder,lightning,rain and gloom; and tonight was no different, rain was pouring heavy outside. shooting down like a shower of pure silver bullets, that could kill anyone who walked or ran through it. Stine was in his office and sat by his desk, his head in his right hand while it leaned on his desk; he had a bored and annoyed appearance on his face, it had been over two months since Stine created a new story...but this one was for another reason, this story was for his daughter Hannah. five years ago, Stine created Hannah a few weeks after losing his wife and daughter to the car of a drunk driver...killing them both on december 21st 1996. It still shatters stine to this day; but he keeps on going...except for this story, the reason why he is creating this story for Hannah, is because he can see the lonliness in her eyes; and she isn't going to be able to make any friends or contact anyone while they move constantly from one town to the next, but he's never had a writer's block in so long...not since...he created Slappy. Big mistake. Now he has to keep that psychopath and the other nightmarish creatures imprisoned in their books for the safety of himself,his daughter,and the world. The time was now 11:34pm, Stine was rapidly shaking his left leg on the floor while being lost deep in thought on what to type on his typewriter.

Five minutes later, and a story slams into Stine's mind like a knife being stabbed rapidly in his brain multiple times; a story so dark, so grim, so...twisted...'imprisoned in porcelain'. (if you folks really like this fanfic, i may write it.) Stine took immedite action and began typing it down on the typewriter, sweat slowly began to stream down his face; but he didn't care, he only cared for finishing off this story that was poisoning his mind...in a good way. The time was now 12:01am,August 11th 2001. Stine had finally done it; he had finally now finished his story, he wipes the sweat from is face with his sleeve before placing the pages inside the book. The book cover was different from his other ones, sure it had his initials engraved on the front of the book, but it wasn't his traditional black; instead it was the colour fuschia, and had black around it to make it look dirty. It's title was in gold and the black was also on it, to make the book appear old...like it was made in a different timeline...Stine gets out of his seat, and walks up to a spacious area in his office and gets into position; Stine shuts his eyes tightly before taking in a deep breath and opening the book.

A gust of white smoke with a rose pink aura, lavender streaks going through the white with a spring green aura around those lavender streaks and gold stars began to pour out of the book; a strong sense of cherry blossoms,roses, blueberries,apples,rain,the ocean,blood,poison,life...death began to intoxicate the room. And not long after, out came this beautiful snow white skinned porcelain doll; she had blood red plump lips, navy blue swirls engraved on both sides of her cheeks on her face,Along with midnight blue eyeshadow and a little bit of blush. But what was really interesting, where her eyes; they were a peach pink with a mulberry outline around them, and her pupils were spring green. She wore a large, flouncy powder blue gown with long frilly sleeves adorned with numerous bows, frills and bustles; along with shiny black mary jane shoes. The porcelain doll's hair was a firery ginger that faded into a golden blonde, and was styled into a chignon bun.