Kate Schmidt Fear Street Novels & Stories

Not since he'd woken up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since then from the shock. The violent roaring of his heart in his ears, the fear. The trembling, and then the final shock that tore his heart right out of his chest, through his mouth, everything. It had all felt real. Impulsively,Nick glanced up at Kate and he couldn't help but repress a shiver. Instead of the calm look on her face, all he could see was the look of horrendous fear her saucer wide eyes had held as she lay sprawled amidst the debris she'd once called her home, heart pierced through with a dagger.

Her scream tore through the silence, raw and desperate. A moment later, hurried footsteps thundered down the stairs. Kate and Dean appeared, their faces pale with shock. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Get the fucking car!” Kate hesitated, her expression unreadable before she scoffed, “But it's midnight. Just apply some spirit on his forehead.”

“What, you think I’m scared of you?" Kate smiled calmly and leaned down to Elizabeth's face so they could stare each other in the eye. “Try me, Elizabeth, and I’ll tear you apart with my bare hands. I'll beat you up until you can no longer hurt anyone else again," she said in a low voice, but everyone else in the room could hear her words. Fear flashed in Elizabeth's eyes before she could hide it, and she opened her mouth as if to retaliate, but nothing came out. She just lay there, silently staring at Kate.

I had given everyone the evening off because of the weather. And now the house felt like a dark, empty shell. The flashlight flickered again. Then went out. Completely. Kate screamed. Before I could react, she crashed into my front this time, arms wrapping around my torso, her face pressed against my chest. “Kate,” I said, steady. “Yes, Mr. Reid,” she answered immediately, tightening her hold. I stood very still. Her entire body was against mine now. From shoulders to hips. And she was shaking. The fear was real. But so was the problem.

6 Kate sobbed as she picked up the ripped pieces of her dress, clutching it tightly to her chest. Irritated by herself, she retched vomiting the contents of the food she’d last eaten to the ground. Kate wiped her mouth as she proceeded to dabing her tears away from her cheeks. Kate looked up abruptly as she heard footsteps approaching her room. She moved back on the bed, shivering with fear that it might be Richie. She sighed with relief when she saw that it was just his maidservant.

That was all. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Are you sure about that, Sindy Kate?” I took the risk, letting go of the question that I’d been dying to ask. Her breath hitched, eyes slightly widened, the pain and sadness were so deep. Now I wanted to wipe away the pain I saw in her eyes before it was gone in an instant. Her complexion turned pallid. She was quite an expert in concealing her emotions, but it didn’t go unnoticed. She was that woman, indeed. Taking a risk was not bad after all.

I slipped into the bathroom, eager for the hot shower to wash away the day. As I stepped out, Katie was sprawled across my bed, looking at me with a mixture of concerns. "Where’s Skylar?" I asked. "She’s already asleep," Katie replied, watching me as I towel-dried my hair in front of the mirror. As I wrung out the last drops of water from my hair, she broke the silence. "Do you think he’s afraid?" "Afraid? Who? Ace?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah. Maybe he is afraid of falling into temptation with you."

It’s a good thing Kate isn’t allergic to dust or she would’ve died right then and there, her face frozen in mid-sneeze. The only light is spilling through the hatch doors that they’ve left open and a tiny window that looks like it hasn’t been opened in ages. Kate doubts she’d be able to find the light switch behind the strange wallpaper of egg cartons and the ominous curtains of spider silk. She could try groping for it but she’s worried a skeletal hand would suddenly thrust out of the shadows and drag her away. Or a giant spider would web her up like Turkey dinner (but Tom Holland would be fine). So, she stays very close behind Ms. Perfect, just short of holding the skirt-tail of the counse

She had since become obsessed with the supernatural, scouring every book and webpage she could find to learn more about it. Katie let out a chuckle and shook her head in disbelief. "That's just a story meant to scare little children during Halloween. I can't believe someone actually thinks that vampires are real, let alone form a cult to exterminate them," she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. Raven felt a sense of relief wash over her at Katie's dismissive comment. "Yeah, I guess," she mumbled, unsure of what else to say. Katie regarded her with a long, strange look. "You guess?" she repeated incredulously. "Raven, they're killing people. This is serious."

“Of course, indulging me." As they approached their next class, Cassie chuckled, "Anytime, Sheila. Going on a ride with your thoughts are always an adventure. Now, let's focus on school for a bit, remember? We are in school and then we'll resume Operation Ace Investigation after school." The two friends shared a laugh, with Sheila shoving her feared thoughts about Ace Carlton back into her mind. What if the rumors were right and Ace was gay?? It would horrify her to think that all her efforts was in drain.