Billy Barker Fear Street Novels & Stories

“It wanted Layla, Miss Penny’s niece. They burned the house down to try to get rid of it. Then it went after Bailey, the contractor’s girl. When she got away, I was sure she’d put an end to it, but I just can’t shake the feeling that it’s back.” The fear is plain on Helen’s face. I think about all the times I’ve felt sure that somebody was standing just behind me but turned around to find nothing. I’ve seen figures out in the swamp. Then there was that weird incident with Tanner, who wasn’t even supposed to be in the state. “I’ve heard things,” I admit after a long moment. She nods, encouraging me. “I’ve… experienced things. Things that I can’t explain.” “You’ve seen it,” Helen states. It’s

It was looking at the camera with a wide smile that was particularly sinister. "Let's play hide-and-seek!" As the robotic voice spoke, Lily sat up in bed like a marionette. I stared at the eerie hugging bear. It hit me suddenly. I knew what was wrong. The truth came to me in a flash. I took out my phone in a panic and called Ms. Channing right away. "There aren't any ghosts involved, Ms. Channing. I know who Sparky is!"

Then, he started walking toward Oscar. "Hey!" Willow tapped Billy slowly, she stopped when we saw that they had dropped 10 nylons and the 10 bottles of blood in the cage. The other zombies rushed to get theirs and it was left with just two. She wondered where they get the blood and human parts from and shrugged as she kept on shaking Billy who would not wake up. "Hey, Billy! Can you hear me?' She tapped again as he would not respond. "Oh my God! No no no, Billy! Come on! Wake u!" She was panicking now as he would not wake up. She was trying her best not to scream as that was all she could do.

Seeing him happy like that made me worry a little less than I did earlier, until Billy jumped off the bed and said something very disturbing. ‘What if Sharon is not dead?’ He asked me, his face wide with horror. ‘What do you mean?’ I was beginning to shake. ‘What if as soon as you left, Sharon got up and stopped the bleeding in time to call the police?’ ‘Please don’t say that Billy, because if she is not dead, then I am. She saw me. She saw me and at first, she wasn’t keen on letting me in but her sister insisted I come in.’ Billy and I exchanged horrified looks, I burst into tears and Billy came closer to me, trying to calm me down.

Then back to my face. “Fine,” he said. “I'm listening. What do you feel?” I closed my eyes. Reached for the silver fire in my chest. It pulsed once. Twice. Then flared hot. “I feel death,” I whispered. “Coming for us.” When I opened my eyes, Nicholas' face had gone pale. “Stay here,” he said. “Don't move. Don't make a sound.” He crept toward the ridge, low to the ground, silent as a shadow.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

*Axel* Dr. Sari steps out of the room across from where we are waiting and freezes. After glancing down the empty hallway, she clears her throat, causing Billy to jump up and anxiously wring his hands out. Billy has always been a worrywart. He does an excellent job hiding it behind his grumpy exterior, but the moment you break through those grumbles and scowls, he is gentle and truly caring. “Billy,” Dr. Sari starts. Her hesitation as she speaks has my hair standing on edge, waiting for the final blow.

I looked at his face with a frown, "You, sir, do not know how to dance." He folded his arm across his chest, pretending to hurt, "what's your biggest fear?" A faint smile appeared when I whispered, "I can't say that; it's quite stupid." He reached, and he held my hand, looking into my eyes, "Try me." Shutting my eyes, I murmured, "Open water gives me the creeps, and spiders, makes my body crawl, and having a zit at the middle of my forehead." He nodded as if approving them all, "Well, mine should be not having this dance before you finally leave us for good."