Billy Barker Fear Street Novels & Stories

Her reply came almost instantly: “Breathe, Cierra. I’m on my way.” The reassurance in her words calmed me slightly, but the fear in my chest refused to dissipate entirely. I ran down the stairs, keeping my movements quiet but purposeful, and pushed open the door to the cool night air where Mallory was waiting. Her eyes immediately searched mine, and I could see the questions forming before she even spoke. “Cierra, what happened? You look like you just saw a ghost,” she whispered, stepping closer. I shook my head quickly, trying to suppress the panic. “It’s Blinky… or rather, it’s who called his phone while he was showering. Mallory… it was my stepdad,”

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

For a moment, the room feels heavy, and then finally, his voice breaks through the silence. “I’ve been having nightmares,” he whispers, his small voice cracking. “About the scary lady we met at the amusement park. She was really mean, Mommy. She… she kicked away my stuffed bunny. I was so scared, and ever since then, I keep dreaming about her.” His eyes finally lift, locking onto mine. The fear swimming in them is raw, tangible, and it hits me like a punch to the chest. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel the tightness in my throat.

I snapped back at him. "I'M NOT CRAZY!!" he screamed backing away. "THEY ARE COMING THIS WAY, VICTORIA!" He pointed to a spot behind me with a look of absolute terror etched on his face. I quickly turned my head around trying to find who he was afraid of. But other than a group of homeless people were watching us like hawks from over by the riverbed, there was no one else around. I turned back to Billy so I could try and convince him that this was all a paranoid trip, most likely brought on by an extremely high fever. But by the time I had turned around, he was gone.

He watches his son scrambling to get onto his feet. “What…what the hell? What’s going on here?” he asked with building fury trying his best to shake his immediate fear from his shoulders. “You should leave. You are not welcome here.” William advises. With the help from Thomas who now stood on the grounds behind a close gate. “I want answers Dad.” Billy suddenly screamed. William had turned and vanished in the mist. Thomas made his appearance just looking at Billy who was white with fright…He slowly extend his fangs already moving…

They would still be standing here when the sunset and rose tomorrow. Why is she scared of me? He was no longer impatient, just desperate. Dave, shh! She can hear you! What did Billy mean I could hear him? I am in the same space as them! Lee thought to herself. What! What do you mean? He sounded shocked, but no one answered him this time.

I'm a dick, I know it and it's never more apparent than when someone's doing a shit job at actively avoiding me, like Ricky Jensen is right now. He's got his hood up and is standing behind a telephone pole only looking over when he thinks I'm not looking and it's fucking hilarious. "You want to scare him a little bit?" Billy chuckles, staring at Ricky and waiting for him to look over. When he does, he pales slightly, shifting on his feet and I must be going soft because I actually feel sorry for the little shit.

If not, the whole street would have been alerted of her arrival by the kind of sound those heels made. As she walked down the darkened street, she couldn't help but feel nervous at being out this late alone and that fear was made worse when she remembered the supernatural she had sensed today. The very fact that supernaturals still existed in this world was enough to drive all humans into panic mode, especially her father. Bonnie removed her purse from under her armpit and fished out her phone. Maybe it was time for her to stop being stubborn and just call her dad. He would have Peter, his driver, here in three minutes. Bonnie was about to dial her father's number when she spotted an alley o

“She’s already changing. You smell it, don’t you? That scent? Not just her blood. Her fear. Her hunger.” Then, slower. More solemn. “She'll tear through all of you before you figure out who she is.” Julian’s fist slammed into the bars. “I asked what you saw, not what you fear.” Billy tilted his head, like a dog sniffing smoke. “I saw her teeth,” he whispered. “Saw them gleam under a red moon. Not like Victor’s. Older. Hungrier. I saw her turn away from both of you.” Julian’s jaw tensed.

As soon as the film began, I was unable to stop enjoying it. I was too engrossed in the film to notice that Lucian had shut his eyes. Bella slapped Darren's hand away as he tried to hide from the fictional ghost, saying, "Baby, let go of my clothes." I chuckled before turning to face Lucian. "Are you in prayer?" I patted his thigh as I asked. He gave me an embarrassing smile, saying, "No, I am sleepy," even though he was obviously not asleep. “Really? Do you want to leave?” I teased. “No… Do you want to leave? "Well, let us go now," he exclaimed. The fact that horror films frighten Lucian Houston astounded me.