Fear Street Masks Novels & Stories

“He’s auctioning kids, Marcus! What the fuck is going on?” We had already put on the masks Marcus had procured from the trunk of his car – simple, elegant black half-masks that covered our eyes, common enough in these high-society, illicit gatherings to not draw attention. They were meant to conceal our identities, but right now, I felt like mine was screaming.

"He looks very much like Gilbert Gardier, Jean's twin brother." And the dinner party was worse than Alexa had imagined, making her regret not taking the man's advice to go home. Twenty new guests had arrived in addition to the old ones. And these twenty people looked very conspicuous; besides being dressed in gothic style with shades of red and black, they all wore masquerade masks that covered the right side of their faces. And the most horrifying thing was their right eye, their eyeballs was not in the socket, instead there was a purple diamond stone in the socket, replacing the eyeballs. "Are you scared, new girl?" asked Eva, one of Alexa's colleagues.

Some people tilted their heads to peer at me—to look at my body, to try to catch a glimpse between my legs. Their masked faces blurred as my eyes welled with fresh tears. I blinked them away furiously, only for more to spill down my cheeks. A clear, loud male voice rang out over the background chatter. “Riccardo has supplied a fresh treat for the party tonight, but this one will be… expensive.” I found it hard to breathe as I watched the masked men turn and whisper to each other as they examined me like a prized mare and not a human being. But then I froze, my heart leaping and twisting in my chest before falling into the pit of my stomach. Fear rippled over my skin, causing every fine, down

"I'm so jealous! You look amazing! Tyler is so going to drool all over you." "Thanks." I said, but it came out really quiet. It was almost too quiet to even be heard by Emily. I let out a sigh and walked in front of my long mirror that could reflect my whole body. I did actually look nice the front pieces of my hair were pulled and clipped at he back of me head and I had on a spaghetti strap black dress and a black masquerade mask. I love wearing these masks because sometimes you can't tell who the person is because they're covering there face. Especially if your a brunette. There are a lot of brunettes in my school.

Fear and anxiety surges through me and I can feel my adrenaline popping its way up as I see a security being kicked on his ribs and shove to the ground by one of the mask men who is smacking gum loudly in his mouth. A young mother is covering the mouth of her daughter whose face is red and painted with tears, the mother has her hand on her daughter's mouth to block the cries and screams. Panting, I squart under my table, hoping to be unnoticed by the men who looks like proficient serial killers. People are now laying all fours on the ground, panting and trying not to scream. Another guy takes an old woman's hair tie off and blows his nose into it, while another go about eating cakes from the

Over his face and head was a disturbing mask its features twisted into an unsettling, almost ancient depiction of a devil, the material gnarled and dark. A chill crept up my spine as I took in the sight. The mask was unlike any other mask I have ever seen; it was crafted with detail, almost ritualistic in appearance. I gestured to Lee, who crouched beside me as we reached to remove the mask with our gloved hands. Looking at the mask it was as if looking at the satan himself.

FIVE YEARS AGO. The rumbling of the thunder and the rain kept pouring in torrent as Martina knelt in front of the man she called her husband and beside him was the only person she had ever called friend. With blood dripping down from her white nightwear and sweat glistening her forehead despite the cold weather, tears were streaming down her eyes. The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories.

That was when a sound stopped me cold. A growl. Deep. Earth-shaking. The ground trembled beneath my boots as darkness swept through the corridors like a curse. “IT’S THE EAGLE!” someone howled. My heart jumped into my throat. The air turned thick with dread. When I turned, I froze. I could suddenly see everyone’s masks, every animal face glimmered under the flickering torchlight. Then I saw him. The man in the eagle’s mask. He moved like a phantom, ripping three masks off in a blur, each strike leaving trails of blood and horror behind.

If he can cheat, why can't I cheat? I slip my mask on and step into the bar. It's Halloween, but with a twist. It's a masquerade night. Everyone is masked, a sea of hidden faces swirling around me. They'd gone all out—a kaleidoscope of funny, try-too-hard-to-look-scary costumes. Fake blood, monstrous parodies, and towering wigs threatened to topple with every dance step. I'd chosen something simple, just the black mask. It felt like the perfect disguise, letting me blend into the shadows while still participating in the night's strange ritual.

They paused just outside the moonlight’s edge, where Regina could see only the outline of their shoulders and the glint of something in their hand. A blade? Regina’s muscles tensed automatically, fear turning her body into wire. “Who—” she croaked, voice rough and thin. The figure stepped closer. Regina’s stomach sank. A mask covered the lower half of their face, dark leather molded to skin. Their eyes reflected the faint light like a predator’s—sharp, amused, hungry. Recognition sparked in her mind—not recognition of a person, but of a feeling. This was the same wrongness she’d felt in the hall.