Novelas y relatos de F.e.a.r.

“C-c-cold, mama… I’m very c-cold.” I immediately dashed back to my room, grabbing the first thing I could find in my wardrobe, and running back to Kayla’s to get her, covers and all into my car. I called dad. “Dad, it’s Kayla. She’s running a temperature; I think she’s coming down with a fever.” I told him, almost on the verge of tears. “Calm down, honey. She’ll be fine.” He promised. “Just get her to the hospital as soon as possible okay. Drive safe. I’ll see you soon.”

As the green light hit, the car wheels moved forward as I pressed the phone on my ears. “Princess…” I sighed, hearing Evan’s voice, “it worked.”

It wasn’t just about getting home quickly anymore. Evan took three more steps and then he stopped suddenly. There was something…. Someone actually…a man, standing just few feets away from him. Evan didn’t move. He raised his phone slightly, but the man had his head bowed so he couldn’t see his face. The man had long hair, but Evan couldn’t see what colour. His hair was sopping and stringy, forming viscous threads from his head down to his face. His clothes were wet also, sticking to his body, like he had been out in the rain, and Evan observed that he was making no effort to move.

Zak’s tone was harsh, but I know it wasn’t directed at me. “Zak-” He cuts me off. “Eliza! Get. In. The. Car.” His voice makes me jump and my feet reluctantly move toward the car. “El, you get your ass back here! You’re not leaving me!” My Dad calls out and I hesitate by the passenger door. Zak’s hand rests on my Dad’s chest, preventing him from following me. When Dad looks up at him, his face changes and he stumbles backward, seeing something that strikes fear into him. “What the fuck?”

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.

Alix is still flipping through radio stations when we hear a familiar voice announce "...up next we'll be talking with the boys of mega hit progressive rock band Fable, ahead of tonight's performance at the Rose Quarter. Stay tuned to 94.8 Best of Portland FM for more." Zee makes a sound I've never heard before, something between a gasp and an inward scream. "Ohmygod ohmygod OHMYGOD," Zee shrieks. Alix's hand is already heading to the dial to change the station, and Zee smacks it away just in time. "It's my car," he says, reaching again for the dial "and I'll change the station if I want to." "Don't you dare, kyrios kalamatianos," she tells Alix, sounding all the more scary for her upbeat to

Kieran, Lana, Kieran, Lana, KIERAN- I stumble backwards, legs getting tangled in the blanket as I desperately scrabble for air. A dull thud resonates throughout my body, and I subconsciously recognise that I’ve fallen off my bed, but it’s drowned out by the sheer panic flooding through me. It’s everywhere. It’s inside my veins, in my lungs, in my brain, in the air around me, in the waay she kneels in front of me, mouthing words I can’t hear. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t-!

; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Fuck did I just say that?

22: GLITCH NOW COLORADO, TE. Zach walked past hastily to his motel room before locking the door, and calling for her- ‘ire- katharina. katharina’ He yearned. He paced around the room for a few seconds before dropping to the ground, his back against the door. He had heard her voice but not anymore. And as much as he won’t admit- -that scared the shit out of him. ~ He held his fork in his hand, an unsavory look in his eyes as he stared to the barely hot chicken they had gotten from the store.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.