Sam Fraser Fear Street Novelas e Histórias

I was about halfway finished stitching this man's arm on when I felt the night my master give me back control. I instantly dropped the needle and thread in my hands and went to the sink. Before I could turn it on and scrub myself raw, a hand gripped my shoulder. I flinched instantly because I should have been the only living thing down here, and instantly I was back as my 10-year-old self who had accidentally reanimated a corpse for the first time. All I did was briefly touch its arm, and it sat up, opening its mouth as if to speak, but its broken jaw just flopped up and down. Then it reached for me, trying to grab me.

“Don’t start, Sam.” Samantha smirked, patting the space beside her “Sure. Now, hurry up. I’m about to start a new horror series, and you’re going to love it.” Mia scoffed. “You know I hate horror.” “Oh Shut up. That's why I'm making you watch it with me." Samantha grinned, then paused. "Go shower first. I'll wait." Mia shook her head, reaching for her phone as it buzzed in her hand. The screen lit up as a message appeared from Angelo.