Sam Fraser Fear Street Novels & Stories

She didn't know if she could make it back before dark. There was no one here. It would be terrifying at night. Just the thought of it made her hair stand on end with fear. Because her vision was blurred by tears, Samantha didn't notice the stones underfoot. Her high heels stepped on them, causing her to stumble harshly. Her body immediately lost balance and fell to the ground. Her palms hit the concrete, leaving countless bloodstains. Tiny drops of blood oozed out from them. Her feet hurt, her hands hurt, her legs hurt, and Samantha couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. Angry, she picked up a stone from the ground and threw it fiercely, cursing under her breath.

SAMUEL'S EPILOGUE SHE was shocked when she heard a crack from the bottom of her house. She was immediately able to get up when she heard the crackle again that now came from outside her room. She slowly went to the door of her room and opened it, but she was shocked to see the furious look on his face and the red in his eyes. It immediately struck her with fear and nervousness, but in those moments she had questions: Isn’t it, he’s dead? How did the dead come to life? She thought. “S-Samuel...” She seemed unbelievably drowsy. She was suddenly taken aback when she saw Samuel grin. After that she was quickly strangled in the neck, causing her to gradually become short of breath.

“That I would fall back to you and love you after she left. Or maybe you were sure that she would never come back then she wouldn't have me just like you couldn't.” I pulled her close and whispered. “I bet it never occurred to you that she would change her face and come back to haunt you motherf**ker.” Samantha stared wide-eyed at me. Her hands are no longer attempting to pry my fingers open. She is frozen with shock. “You are not joking. She is… is really alive.” Her lips parted and her face paled. It is as if she transformed into a ghost right before my eyes. I have never seen Samantha this scared in my entire life with her.

Even though the other three gave him face and answered, Chris Gordon pouted and stuck out his tongue: "How boring. None of you said anything. SAM (buddy)? Are you not afraid at all? ” Sam Port slept under Ryan Dixon's bed, and because it was dark, it was hard to see what he looked like. He bit his lips together, and his hands, which were hidden under his blankets, shook, but he tried his best to stay calm. He looked serious as he pushed up his glasses and said, "It's all fake, so what's there to be afraid of?" As for you, you should stop moving around like that. you might lose your balance."

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

Storm Sammy watches the approaching storm. She found herself agitated and worried into a sense of stress. She keeps looking at her closed bedroom door. She instinctively feels a lurking darkness waiting for her. Meanwhile… “Peter, the storm is coming.” Charlie brushes the goose bumps from her arms the worry ringing clear in her voice. “So its nature,” “It’s a time of fear for Sammy.” “What do you mean?” “She associates storms with fire. Before her brother died, she nearly lost him in one.”

More and more souls suddenly appeared everywhere she looked. She was already in tears in fear of those moments. In great fear, she did not realize that she was already bathed in sweat and tears dripping from her eyes.The souls were getting closer and closer to her as if they wanted to take her. Her knees were also weakening from running and she was chasing her breath. After a while she saw the gate of the school and she hurried to the gate to get out of the scary school but Sam suddenly fell. "Ahhhhhh ...... mommy ..! Lola ....., ahhhhhh!" Sam shouted as the scary souls were already in front of her.

The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice. I heard a slight movement, I grew scared, I thought this place was unnoticeable, the movement was getting closer....what could be moving at this time of the night, no scrap that, this time of the day. It got closer, oh god please save me.... "Are you awake"I heard Miss Lauretta's voice, I heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes Miss Lauretta"I spoke back in a rush "You are an early riser...."she paused for a while before she spoke"Natasha..".

he called for the sullen woman inside the cage, kneeling as if she just saw a ghost. She was there unmoving as if she was greatly frightened. “Hey sweetie, we have to go.” Lester softened his tone after thinking that she was frightened by what happened but was welcomed by her pale face staring at the body of the dead man. “Victoria?” walking towards her direction, Lester raised his hand to pry the door open but as his fingers touched the cold metal, he froze in shock. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.