C Berman Fear Street Novels & Stories

Blood all over the walls! [Sister_Sarah]: Dear God... that poor boy, his insides were... [Veteran_Frank]: My fear level is already at 55%. We're all going to die at this rate! [Seminary_Student_Mark]: And the guy on the tenth floor! He stepped into his room and just... vanished! Not even a body left! [Livestream Chat] [Hahaha, the noobs' fear levels are skyrocketing.] [It's only the first night and so many are dead already.]

"We’re heading to the club. Damon is meeting with his capos there. But first, we’ll stop for some shopping. You need new clothes." Dread settled over me like a dark cloud. The idea of being anywhere near Damon sent chills down my spine. I lowered my gaze, feeling a wave of helplessness. I was stuck with this beast, trapped in his world. He scared me more than I cared to admit. For the first time in my life, I truly understood what fear was. "The footage from the CCTV camera has been sent. Luckily for you, it’s still intact," Bonnie said, holding up a tablet.

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

The fear in the man's eyes came from what he had seen them do to his friends. For the very first time, Bella realized that fear had its own scent and it was intoxicating. The camper darted out of her path only to be blocked when Sarah appeared in front of him, cutting him off. Sarah gave Bella an approving nod, and Bella saw her smile as she lunged, taking her prey down with ease even though he was more than three times her size.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible. Phoebe looked at these things in fear, breaking out in a cold sweat, her hands and feet shaking, she didn't understand what was happening out there. Seeing that Emily and Ray were still hugging her in terror, the other children had gone to sleep. Phoebe then comforted the two children: "What are you two afraid of it's just a horror movie not worth mentioning, it's getting late so go to sleep." Ray timidly asked: "Is it really a movie o

But he nodded anyway. The hunting party was small—Nicholas, I, and two other rogues named Finn and Marta. Finn was broad-shouldered, with a scar across his throat that had healed wrong. Marta was lean and quiet, her eyes always scanning. “New blood,” Finn said, looking me up and down. "Is she ready for this?” “She's ready,” Nicholas said. Finn grunted, not believing him. “She doesn't look ready.” “She set three Lycans on fire last week,” Marta said flatly. “What did you do last week, Finn?”

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

“Why don't you shut up, Chris. This doesn't involve you,” I glanced back at Bambi and raised my voice higher. “Delete this shit right now or you are going to regret this.” “Maxton, you are harassing me if you continue screaming,” she clipped. “You can't keep doing this.” The whispers rose into a loud chatter as more people turned their attention to us. “Are you seriously trying to play the victim? I told you not to mess with me Bambi, I break you, I promise me,” “Stop it,” Bambi pretended to be terrified. She gasped and moved back in fear,her eyes gathering tears. “How can you say you'll break me? You know I still have trauma from the last guy that tried to strangle me to death.”

He was about to ignore it and move on with the conclusion that it was just the wind when he heard a moan and the sound of tossing on the bed. His middle finger which was already on the middle switch pressed on it immediately. *If there is something or someoje in here, I need to see them at least.* He thought but he didn't see any movement. "I know you are in there, show yourself." He said in a low voice but got no response so he decided to give it another shot. At that moment, Barnham just felt one thing. Fear! He felt so scared hat he couldn't move from where he was and at that moment he felt his bladders tease him.