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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?”

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