Sam Fraser Fear Street Novels & Stories

She yelled at Kendrick angrily, "Kendrick, what on earth is wrong with you? The lights aren't even on yet. Stop scaring me like that!" The lights flickered on. Kendrick could see her expression clearly in the bright light. Her face was pale, and he could see fear in her eyes. He understood that he scared her by speaking in the dark. Although he thought it was funny, he also felt a little sorry. He didn't think Samantha would be afraid of ghosts. Kendrick immediately stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He patted her back gently with his right hand while trying to calm her down like he would usually do to Nathan.

"You b*tch!" After listening to the whole conversation, Jae's face darkened. Murderous aura began to emitt on his whole body. When Director Poxter had barely reached her, the glass door of the office has been smashed into pieces. Director Poxter froze on the spot, and startled by the sudden sound. Jae stoods on the door way with a darkened expressions, and took a while. But Director Poxter finally recovered his senses from the shock, and flew into a rage. "Who let you barge in like that? Are you tired of living?!!! Security! Secu-....."

“I can sense the hatred burning inside you. You want them dead!” It bent over which drove them almost nose to nose. Samantha remained feisty, staring at its red, scalding eyes. “Aren't you afraid, child?” Everything was filled with horrifying sound of screams and darkness. A smirk crept on Samantha's lips as dark miasma brushed against her sole. “Not at all.”

Franklin continued to advance towards his wife who was already on the windowsill. "Franklin, please... Remember when we were together." Maria pleaded. Suddenly a flash of memory appeared in Franklin's head. A sweet memory between him and Maria. Franklin who was still inside it tried to reclaim his body from the demon. Unfortunately, the demon's power was too strong. Franklin screamed loudly accompanied by the thunderous sound of lightning. He vomited a lot of blood, making Maria who saw him scream in shock! "Hahahahaha!" Franklin laughed horribly. No! That wasn't Franklin's voice.

My shoulders are tense, my posture a little too guarded. She deserves young. Uncomplicated. Easy. My stomach knots. I remember how she looked the last time I held her. Lips parted. Hair tangled. Whispering Don’t stop, not now, not later. I want to be yours. Completely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d never felt anything more terrifying. That was the night everything changed. And now, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something again. Not passion this time. But fear. I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

“I’m sorry?” She wasn’t looking at me. It was almost as if she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t bear it. “I understand that you don’t like me and that is well and fine… but I don’t think you should be drinking like that— I know. I’m not your Mother—” “Okay.” Samantha blinked, her eyes landing on me now. “Okay?” I saw the look in her eyes. The fear. She was scared of me. That I already knew. And the fact she was mentioning this meant it was something she had been thinking about.

“You better. Because if I find out anyone in that room had a hand in this, none of you are walking away alive.” I glanced sideways and caught Samantha’s reaction. She was standing a few feet away, her face pale, lips pressed into a thin line. Her hands were clenched at her sides, and for the first time, I saw real fear in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to disappear. Just pray you're not the one Samantha Reyes.

Cassandra's POV "I'm sure the tickets will sell out fast. We're all eager to see the movie," I chuckled, acknowledging the excitement in the air. Despite my amusement, I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my friend's insensitivity. He refused to admit that the horror movie we were about to watch terrified him to the core. He had only watched it once, and since then, he had been plagued by the feeling of ghosts lurking in every corner. Even going near his bed filled him with dread, as he was convinced something was waiting to grab him from underneath. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't shake off the fear, even after all these years.

“Try not to call too much,” “Fuck you,” she fumed as we all filed out. Miles laughs but he’s laugh is cut short when Sam drops her phone, staring ahead. We all looked at each other, confused by the sudden change in her face. Ever since the four came, I haven’t seen any fear in them. Sam’s face is nothing short of it as she stared ahead, and I wondered if it’s because of how intimidating the Mafia looks.

"I don't have an angle, Sam. I shouldn't have to remind you, but I haven't been back here since my father died seven years ago." Her eyes get large, and she sees a slight red tint in my eyes. The tears I want to release but don't. I don't want to release them in the company of friends, lovers, and ghosts. "I'm sorry, Robbie. I shouldn't have picked this place. I only picked Falcon Falls because Mark hasn't seen a real waterfall before, and this is the one closest to town. I should have put two and two together. Can you and I talk later," Sam whispers so Missy won't hear?