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Eight Spine-Chilling and Supernatural Stories In this collection, you'll meet ... Julie, who is babysitting two very strange kids. Tommy, who suspects his teacher of being an alien. Miles, who builds a scarecrow which comes alive. Oliver, who spends the night in a haunted well. Alex, who gains control of an army of killer crabs. Reggie, who is contacted by a ghost. Jack, who awakens a goul out for revenge. And Alvin, who starts growing whiskers. Eight stories spanning horror, dark fantasy and science fiction, all set in everyday life while exploring the dark, the evil and the supernatural. The Chills & Creeps-series was originally published in Danish to great reviews, and is now available in English. Fans of Goosebumps will love these chilly stories! This is volume two of the series. REVIEWS "Nice and creepy reading ... a fantastic book" ????? Luna's Coffee Nook "A really good collection, I warmly recommend it. In fact, I don't recall ever having read such a succesful collection before" ????? Reader's Wall "These short stories are really good!" ????? Sabrina's Book Blog EXCERPT Oliver looks at Mason. "If I don't have the strength to climb back up, you'll pull me, right?" "Sure," Mason says. "And if anything happens ... you'll get help." "Like if what happens?" "I don't know. Anything." "Sure, don't worry." Oliver picks up the rope and throws it down the well. He takes a few deep breaths and climbs over the edge, clutching the rope. As he sits with his feet dangling over the abyss, he almost regrets it. "You can do it," Mason whispers behind him. That gives Oliver the courage. He lets himself slide down and hangs by the rope. The cold, clammy air immediately engulfs him as he starts climbing downwards. Oliver is pretty good at sports, and he has no real problem in holding his own weight as he works his way down the rope. He walks his feet down the inside of the well like a rock-climber. The darkness draws in closer, the smell intensifies, the temperature drops, as Oliver descends farther and farther down. He looks up. The opening is now a light-blue circle, the dark silhouette of Mason peering down at him. "You all right?" Mason asks, his voice ringing hollowly around Oliver. "I'm fine," Oliver says, but he doesn't feel very fine. He looks down, but can still only see darkness beneath him. How much longer do I have to climb down? What if the well just keeps going? That's silly, I heard the rock hit the bottom. But what if something is waiting for me down there? He recalls the figurine they found in the abandoned house, and suddenly he can vividly imagine the churel standing at the bottom of the well, staring up at him in bated silence, the long black tongue slithering hungrily across the broken lips, as she waits patiently for him to come close enough so she can reach up her abnormally long arms and grab him by the ankles ... Oliver is close to panic. He clutches the rope feverishly, closing his eyes hard, unable to take even one step farther down. "Something wrong?" Mason asks. Oliver is breathing rapidly through his nose, trying desperately to keep the panic down. He could really have used a flashlight right now. After a few seconds he gets hold of himself, and he's able to call out: "No, still fine!" He climbs down another yard. Two. Three. How deep is this goddamn thing ...?