One Night in Doom House (Mostly Ghostly Series)

by R. L. Stine

Overview

From R.L. Stine, master horror author of the Goosebumps series and the Fear Street trilogy—now streaming on Netflix—comes another spooky tale!

Dragged into a haunted house by his friend Aaron, Max finds some objects that he thinks might help his ghost friends Nicky and Tara. But when he takes them home for further research, he upsets a whole colony of evil ghosts—and sends a crazy human-melting Heat Ghost after the girl of his dreams! When Max realizes what he’s done, he embarks on a wild ride across town to keep the ghost from melting his classmates. Will he make it in time—or will his whole school melt into the ground, with all his friends inside?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780307539175
Publisher:	Random House Children's Books
Publication date:	12/18/2008
Series:	Mostly Ghostly , #4
Sold by:	Random House
Format:	eBook
Pages:	144
File size:	2 MB
Age Range:	7 - 10 Years

About the Author

Robert Lawrence Stine began his writing career when he was nine years old, and today he has achieved the position of one of the bestselling children’s authors in history. In the early 1990s, Stine was catapulted to fame when he wrote the bestselling Goosebumps series, which sold more than 250 million copies and became a worldwide multimedia phenomenon—leading to a top-rated TV show on Fox and the all-time most successful children’s video line. Stine’s major teen series, Fear Street, has sold more than 80 million copies.R. L. Stine is dedicated to doing everything he can to encourage literacy for kids. He was the honored guest of Governor Jeb Bush in 2001, launching Florida’s statewide Celebration of Reading campaign, received the first-ever Champion of Reading Award from the Free Public Library of Philadelphia, and established a writing program in the middle schools of his hometown of Columbus, Ohio. In fall 2003, First Lady Laura Bush asked R. L. Stine to be part of a select group of authors to accompany her to Russia to promote literacy.When he’s not writing, Stine travels the country talking to kids and can be found every October at the National Book Festival in Washington, DC. R. L. Stine’s Haunted Lighthouse, a spine-chilling 4-D movie, is featured at Busch Gardens and SeaWorld.R. L. Stine has received numerous awards of recognition, including several Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Awards and Disney Adventures Kids’ Choice Awards, and he has been selected by kids as one of their favorite authors in the National Education Association's Read Across America program.Mostly Ghostly is R. L. Stine’s latest creation—a terrifyingly fun new series for middle-grade readers. The first two books in the series are Who Let the Ghosts Out? and Have You Met My Ghoulfriend?

Hometown:

New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio

Education:

B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

Website:

http://www.rlstine.com

Read an Excerpt

I felt sick. My stomach lurched. I struggled to keep my breakfast down.
I tugged at the waxy rabbit head. Finally, I pulled it off my hand. But bits of fur and sticky melted flesh clung to my fingers.
I stared down at the waxy gray puddle on my table. A few seconds ago, that puddle had been Benny.
Swallowing hard, I took a step back. I realized the whole bedroom had become steamy hot. A hot white mist floated up from the floor. The window was completely fogged.
“Nicky? Tara? Are you here?” I called. “I . . . I need help!”
No answer.
The steamy mist filled my room. I heard a low hiss, which grew louder . . . louder . . . until it sounded like a wild rainstorm. I covered my ears, but I couldn’t block out the shrill sound.
And then my mouth opened in a silent cry as I realized I was no longer alone.
A dark figure floated out of the fog–and I ­recognized him at once. Recognized his blond hair, his long dark overcoat. Recognized his cold blue eyes.
Mr. Morgo!
“How did you get in here?” I cried, my voice cracking. “What are you doing here?”
He smiled and didn’t reply. The fog settled around him. I could see damp puddles on my ­carpet. Streams of water trailed down my wall­paper.
Morgo lowered his eyes to the melted rabbit on my table. “That’s what I’m going to do to you,” he said, “if you don’t return what you stole.”
My mouth dropped open. My breath caught in my throat. “S-stole?”
He nodded. He stepped forward, and I felt a wave of heat move against my body. Morgo stuck a gloved finger into the middle of the melted rabbit. At his touch, it sizzled and hissed.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Morgo said softly.
“No,” I said, my whole body trembling. “No, I don’t.”
“I’m not a patient man,” Morgo said. He pointed his finger at me.
Another wave of heat washed over me. And then my face grew hot. I felt my ears start to burn. My earlobes were sticking to my face.
“No, please–!” I shouted. “Don’t melt me!”
“Then return what you stole,” Morgo said, lowering his gloved hand.
I rubbed my ears. They were still burning hot, but they hadn’t melted.
“The life pods . . . ,” Morgo said. “Return them to me–now.”
“Life pods?” I gasped. “I–I didn’t take any life pods.”
“They’re silver,” Morgo replied through clenched teeth. “They’re shaped like bullets.”
My mouth dropped open. Those things were life pods?
“It isn’t nice to steal,” Morgo said, gazing at me with his cold eyes. “I let you and your friend enjoy my haunted house. I didn’t expect you to steal valuable property. Now, give them back. Give them back now!”
I panicked. I didn’t think. “But I don’t have them!” I blurted out. “I gave them to Traci!”
I knew at once that I’d made a terrible mistake.
But who can think straight with an evil ghost in your bedroom about to melt you?
“I’ll find this Traci,” Morgo said, shoving his gloved hands into his overcoat pockets. “Time to find Traci.”
What have I done?
I can’t let him go after Traci.
“But . . . Traci can’t see you!” I cried. “I’m the only one who can see and hear ghosts.”
Morgo’s smile turned into a sneer. “Don’t worry. She’ll know I’m there,” he said. “It will be the last thing she ever knows!”