Fear The Night Review Novels & Stories

she asked me. Holy fucking shit. That would be really fucking incredible if it actually worked. Shit. Imagine if someone was afraid of a pack of raptors while another person was afraid of being burned alive. If I could use outside fears while connecting targets like this… A brow was raised to see if everyone was okay with that. They all nodded, so here went nothing. I plucked the fear of heights and tossed it at my father while tossing the abominable snowman at Chris. It fucking worked! My father’s body was balancing on an invisible ledge. Chris started ducking and weaving as if he was fighting the damn thing.

I was too busy carrying my guilt. ‘We sit down with them and talk them through the issues.’ Grayson’s voice cut through my painful thoughts. We? He wanted me to join forces with him? The thought of teaming up with him gave me a weird feeling in my stomach. A kind of shivery feeling that was part thrill, part dread. I sat on the sofa, not because I wanted to but because my legs were feeling a little unsteady. Grayson’s presence was so intimidating and yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was so damn attractive, even when he was frowning.

I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast. I opened my eyes wide as I realized that my bottom was in a lot of pain. I bit my lower lip, and my memory reflexively rewound. Last night wasn't a dream. Gavin's warm caress was still there. He really came for me and filled my night with warmth. It was not like before that I thought that what Gavin had done last night was a dream. But what if it was just a dream? I turned my head slowly to confirm who was sleeping beside me. For a moment, I rounded my eyes to stare at the man who was still asleep under the blanket with a shady face. I shook my head, unable to believe what the man was doing.

"Are you sure you'd still refuse even if you were given a billion?" "It's not about that..." Gladis continued. "Every time after watching a horror movie, I end up feeling scared all by myself at night. Afraid to go to the bathroom, to the kitchen, not to mention I'll definitely have nightmares. That's why I'm not interested. Even if my boyfriend asks me to watch, I won't!" While holding her phone to her ear, Alice chuckled and then laughed. Her friend was quite a handful indeed. "Alright, let's just watch Fast and Furious then. The guest stars in this series are really good. There's The Rock and John Statham."

The damage he’s done is internal, and even if he were dead and gone, I’d still have the nightmares. “You don’t scare me, fanger.” Though I can’t see him, I know my father’s voice. It sends a chill through me, and Binx meows reassuringly. “Really?” Lucas quips. “Your heart is racing, and I can smell your fear just as strongly as those onion rings you had in the car on the way here.”

It had just been a nightmare. But the images lingered, vivid and terrifying – the shattered forest, Ryder’s lifeless eyes, Caden’s silent screams, the monstrous figure pursuing Jaxon. The echo of loss, the chilling premonition of danger, clung to me like a shroud, a dark shadow in the familiar comfort of their embrace. The velvet darkness of sleep had betrayed me, revealing a terrifying glimpse into a potential future, a fear that now coiled in the pit of my stomach, a silent warning in the quiet of the night.

“You and your father will get along perfectly.” My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. Quiet nights are dangerous. Like the night your father died. Cold shivered through me. Another message: 10 days until your due date. Think you’ll both make it that far? My hand shook. Not out of fear — out of fury. I deleted the messages silently. Tonight, I let Alex rest. Tomorrow, I would tell him. Tonight, this fear was mine to burn. Sleep didn’t come easily. My mind ran loops — the past, the future, the fragile now that held them together. My body ached with weight and life and readiness.

They guessed those must’ve been the remains of past victims. After witnessing that, everyone’s adrenaline spiked. By now, aside from Elaine and Jethro, every new player’s Fear Value had already hit 50 and it was only the first day. One middle-aged man died the instant he stepped into the tenth floor; his Fear Value shot straight to 100. Others were dropping in all kinds of ways, scared to death, ripped apart, or just losing it from sheer terror. Of course, none of that had anything to do with me. While my little girl slept, I grabbed a mop from the bathroom and got to work. I scrubbed the place from top to bottom. The blood-red floor tiles? I managed to scrub them until they were almost whit

‎I didn’t sleep. ‎ ‎Not because I was afraid. ‎ ‎Because I was thinking. ‎ ‎Fear makes you look outward. ‎ ‎Suspicion makes you look backward. ‎ ‎By three in the morning, I had replayed the past two weeks enough times that the scenes no longer felt like memories. They felt like evidence. ‎ ‎The breach alert hadn’t been dramatic. No alarms. No flashing lights. Just a sterile notification: Unauthorized internal access detected. ‎ ‎It sounded small.

Realizing that I took a glance around looking for the sun, which is when I noticed there wasn't one. Meaning if I didn't turn off my boots soon they would just do it when the power runs out. For the first time since arriving, I looked down and understood the gravity of my situation, seeing I was thousands of miles from any solid ground or building. I don't fear heights since I became accustomed to appearing in a book’s sky; a fear of heights never made sense.