Fear Street Simon Novels & Stories

His voice lowered to a whisper, pressed against the wood, before drifting back into the destruction. “He’s wrecking my living room,” I whispered into the phone, rocking myself as the sounds clawed into me. “I’m in your building, Tina.” Simon’s voice sharpened. “I’m about to ride the elevator. I’ll call you immediately after.” The line dropped. The silence on the phone was deafening, every second of it ratcheting my heartbeat higher until it climbed into my throat. When his call came back, I grabbed it instantly. “Simon!! Wait!!” My voice broke, loud now, fear stripping away all control. “He has a knife.”