Deena Fear Street Novels & Stories

Had he known she’d find this? A faint noise from the hallway made her tense. Footsteps? She hesitated, then swiftly, quietly, slipped the folder into her pocket. Her heart pounded as she edged back toward the door, peering into the corridor. The hallway was empty, silent, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the apartment walls. Taking a breath to steady herself, Delia crept back into the living area. Her mind spun, torn between fear and an insatiable need to understand. Was Frank dangerous? Or was he simply protecting himself—perhaps even her?

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

Though his voice remained calm, his eyes betrayed an undercurrent of suppressed fear, a silent terror that seemed to hang in the air. Shawn listened in silence, his brow furrowing slightly, his expression becoming hard to read. After a moment of quiet, he asked again, “So, how much do you really hate it?” Dean lifted his eyes, a hint of hesitation in his gaze, but he still answered, “I’m scared.” His voice grew softer, almost as if the words were being forced out from deep within his throat. “I don’t want to feel this way, but… I’m still scared.” After speaking, he lowered his head again, his eyes returning to the bowl as if he were trying to avoid Shawn’s gaze.

For the first time in weeks, her worries felt far away. And then came the scares. They entered the haunted house as a group, swallowed by fog, flashing lights, and grotesque monsters popping out of the dark. Zoe screamed at every corner, practically hanging off Melinda, who threatened to hex the next actor who touched her. Chloe shrieked when a clown lunged from behind a curtain, then broke into nervous laughter, clutching Diana’s arm. Diana strutted through unbothered, blowing kisses at the “undead,” and announcing, “Scary is cute on me.”

and so, only to Daniella, I’ll be frank and admit it, “I’m scared of ghosts.” Daniella chuckles, it seems like she isn’t afraid of ghosts. She mentions, “Actually they are not that scary.” Ugh, “They are not scary?” Excuse me? Are you kidding me? Have you watched The Conjuring? I scoff, “They scared the shit out of me! And it was just in the movies! Who knows what happens if I see them in real life!” “Well not the real ones!” Daniella mentions, “Those in the haunted house are fake, they are humans, or maybe just puppets on mechanisms! They aren’t that scary!”

She didn’t understand Julia…she said she wanted revenge too, but if so, why was she so hesitant to take it? She got that she treasured the children’s life, they were like her own, but for her best friend and for Denae…was she really not going to take the risk? Was she really that scared? Denae was scared too, but her fear would not stop her from reaching out for help…even if it kills her. That’s why she decided that despite Julia’s words of restriction, she’d still leave this house tonight. Shoving the front door open, she walked through it and straight to the fields not too far from there. It was true, the kids were there, playing soccer with a ball that was caved in dust on the field.

Her eyes remain on the field as she speaks. Shit. “Let me guess, he’s too scared to face it himself?” Depending on what it is, I might be too scared to face it too. I’ve already had a run with three demons, a banshee, two cult members, being thrown into a coffin with a rotting skeleton inside still, and the worst one of all...Greyson. Walking into a corn field just feels as if I’m asking for it...for something bad to happen. “It’ll be fine.” Carden interjects. Is he trying to calm me? Does he think I’m scared of corn?

It was tastefully and elegantly decorated, practically screaming of money. The sound of the door opening caught her attention. And a tall, beefy Caucasian man with cropped blond hair walked out of the room. The thugs immediately stood at attention, dropping their leers and sneers. The blond exchanged a few words with one of the thugs, too fast for Kaia to understand. The only thing she caught is the name the thug addressed the blond which is Lyle. Finally, Lyle turned his gaze to her. Kaia met his eyes, refusing to show fear. One of the few lessons her father had drilled into her was that one should never show fear in the face of adversity. Although being brave in this kind of scenario seem

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

(EXCHANGE DREAD) MAYBE she shouldn’t have created her path and in between, as she should have stayed put and probably chooses the lesser end of this dark game she is dragged into. For at the moment, wherein her emotions are frozen from the dread and darkness she just had and witnessed, she stands corrected as she is now sweating in fear behind the expressionless face, she has towards the daughter of evil she did not want nor expected to see. “I’ll take, it, I’ll make them, I shall have everything, and kill you, can I, Daniela?”