Goosebumps.

Krystal first learned that word today.

That tingling sensation she felt on her hands, that slowly crept up to her arms, making the fine hairs on her body stand up on end.

And then the storm.

Her stomach growled, and then she felt as if there were monsters crawling in her insides, crawling and crawling until they reached the back, the end, the exit. Those monsters knocked and knocked at the door, but Krystal won’t let them out, no, she knows better than that. No mango ice cream for her if she lets them out now. Her sister promised her. She must get some mango ice cream.

She must.

The monster knocked again.

Krystal shut her eyes and kept the door shut.

Knock knock.

No, Krystal thought. You are not getting o