Sam Fraser Fear Street Novels & Stories

“You could have died.” The words echoed through the library. Sam stared. Surprised. Not by his anger. But by the reason behind it. For a moment, neither spoke. Then she quietly said: “But I didn’t.” That was the wrong answer. She realized it immediately. Because something flashed across Froz’s face. Not anger. Not exactly. Fear. Fear quickly hidden behind irritation. “You don’t understand.” The words came out harsher than intended. Sam’s expression softened slightly. Then something unusual happened.

I could see the effect it had on Samantha—her eyes went wide, her face drained of color. She stepped back, her body trembling, as the weight of Audrey’s words sank in. She collapsed to her knees, her voice breaking as she pleaded. “Please, Audrey,” Samantha whispered, desperation seeping into her tone. “Don’t do this. Don’t tell her.” My heart clenched. The fear in Samantha’s eyes twisted something inside me. I could feel her vulnerability, her raw panic, and it tore through me in a way that I couldn’t ignore. I couldn’t let her break like this.

Millie countered. "Karma, my foot! I'd give anything to see you suffer. You already have Pierce. Why are you still seducing Stefan? Do you have no shame at all?" Samantha maliciously retorted. Millie frowned upon hearing her words. Then, she took a step forward and lifted her hand. Samantha was traumatized by their past encounters, so she instinctively flinched and closed her eyes in fear.

The boy yelled in a loud shrill voice pissing off Samantha instead. "Powers or no, I won't tolerate shit! One unruly ghost child you are." Samantha spoke coldly. "Shut up kid. You're already dead so if you don't want me to destroy your soul, behave yourself and listen to me." Samantha threatened, as her eyes glowed purple. The boy looked at her in fear and nodded slowly. "If you try to run away, I will track you down and destroy you because I actually can." Samantha smiled sweetly but her words were ice cold.

The silence of the room only serves to amplify her feelings of unease. She noticed that her window was slightly ajar. She pauses, her instincts telling her that something is off. She remembers closing the window before leaving the house earlier that afternoon. She takes a careful look around the room and notices a strange scent in the air, something that is not familiar to her. It's a scent of something otherworldly, and she can feel the presence of a supernatural being in her room. Samantha turns around just in time to see a figure lunging towards her, aiming a sharp object at her. She quickly dodged the attack, narrowly missing the sharp claws that would have struck her had she been any sl

I roared, taking a step toward him. "David, no!" Samantha threw herself directly into my path, her small hands slamming against my chest. She was shaking so violently I could feel her terror vibrating through her coat. Tears were streaming down her face, leaving dark tracks on her flushed skin. "Please, David! Don't do this! Just take me back! Please!" I looked down at her. Her wide, dark eyes were filled with tears, but behind the fear, I saw something that made my blood run dead cold.

Sam was just rising back to his feet, when he heard another twig snap. He looked over, and standing there, in a clearing of the forest, was a young girl, maybe 17, dressed in a thin, all-white material. She stood there, holding a basket, and stared back at him, in shock. Her skin was translucent white, and her long, light brown hair framed large, blue eyes. She was beautiful. She stared back at Sam, equally transfixed. He realized that she must be afraid of him, afraid that maybe he would attack her; he realized that he must have looked like an awful sight, on top of a bear, blood in his mouth. He didn’t want to scare her.

Samira shakes her head then says, "You don’t need to bring me to the woods.” “Why?" asked Rufus as he took two steps closer to her. When he does, Samira freezes in place as he said, "Are you afraid of what I would do to you?" He moved closer to her ears and whispered, "Do you know what I am capable of?” Samira does not answer him. Her hands were cold in sweat as they clenched together in a fist. She breathes in with her nose but does not let the air out until he pulls away from her ear.

Before he recovered he’d read all three books twice over and had become an irredeemable horror fan. After that, Sam spent every penny he had on DVDs, novels, and back issues of Fangoria, the more extreme the better. Horror gave him a place to put all his anxieties and fears, as well as a way to control and exorcise them. He lost his nervous tics, stopped getting bullied and took up running when he moved to his senior school. He never joined the popular crowd, but he managed to survive boarding school, and whenever things got a bit much, there was always horror.

I know there is something behind his smile that made me question how his kinetic force impacted others intensely and even me. “Reign do you want to go to the carnival and ride the Ferris Wheel?" I tried to swallow the lump on my throat when he asked that. I have never ridden a Ferris Wheel before. I am scared of heights. I still remember when we went hiking and there was this simple suspension bridge. I was so scared of crossing so I decided to stay and not to continue but Samantha – the girl who pretended as a friend told me that a shadow-like entity was lurking in that area. I tried to cross the bridge with legs that were wide open and knees that were bent down like I was a frog that was b