Simon Fear Street 소설 & 이야기

“What things, Simeon? You’ve been having nightmares, I get that. But this isn’t you. This is... paranoia.” “No,” Simeon snapped, shaking his head violently. “It’s real. I’m telling you, Jaxon, I can feel it. They’re coming for us. I saw them. I saw their eyes.” Mimi stood, crossing the room to place a hand on Simeon’s shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re safe here. You’re not alone.” But Simeon jerked away, his eyes wild. “I’m not safe! No one is!” His voice cracked with desperation. “I can’t shake it. This isn’t just a nightmare anymore. It’s happening. It’s happening now.”

“Open up! Open up you monster! What have you done to my…” The door flung open, and I nearly fell into the house. I smacked against a hard body in front of me. I pulled away in fear and found myself staring at Simon who was towering above me. His eyes were deep red–he had probably been drinking again–his muscles were tense and he was snarling at me. “You thought that you could run forever, you little whore!” I gulped in fear but faced him nonetheless. “What have you done with my mother?!”

"Scared of me, huh?" Sharon sat on the side of the ledge. Simon stood up and leaned closer. Both her hands supported on the ledge, and her body leaned backward. She saw Simon's Adam's apple that was protruding. "What… what's there for me to be afraid of?" It was as if Simon was doing it on purpose. His fingers gently touching her face. His voice became even deeper. "Then why is your face looking like I'm about to eat you up?" He leaned way too close to her, and his warm breath even brushing over her. With a troubled look, she turned her face away and her small hands pressing against Simon's chest. With much trouble, she spoke, "You should get up."

My head snapped toward him, sharp, demanding. “It’s an abandoned redevelopment site,” he explained grimly. “No CCTV. No surveillance.” “It’s a maze of rickety buildings and derelict vehicles. If he’s already there, he’ll see us coming long before we can reach him.” “If all of that was meant to scare me, it isn’t working.” My voice rang cold, final. Every eye in the room swung to me, filled with shock, worry, disbelief. “I’m going.” “No, you’re not.” Simon’s voice cut firm, his head shaking before the words even left his mouth.

Ciara's POV he follows. “What, you're scared we may end up fucking in the backseat of my car?” “Well, that is something that could happen. But on the contrary, it’s not something that scares me. It excites me. You can be able to see me. It’s my responsibility to make sure you’re back home safe. I’m not leaving here without seeing—okay?” “Whatever.” As we turn, Simon is staggering out of the hall. He looks pretty drunk and wasted.

“Don’t! Are you not afraid of dying? Even the invitation cards from the Silvas aren’t enough to let the others in. What makes you think that we could?” Simon and his wife were usually arrogant and domineering people, they claimed to not be scared of anything that came their way, but at that moment, they were terrified to the point that they were shivering slightly. Xynthia Zimmer’s face was as pale as a ghost. “Brother-in-law, you’re joking...” Mandy also frowned. “Harvey, there’s no need if you only want to gain some honor… “After all, we don’t even have invitation cards…”

“besides, I’d be single again soon, right?” “William is doing—” My teeth grit as I raise a finger, “Don’t you dare say what’s best for me, Simon, because we both know this isn’t it. William is acting out of fear!” “The fear of losing you. Not everything he does and not everything he’s doing is right, but he does it all for you.” “Even when those things kill me?” Simon opens his mouth but shuts it when no words come out and he closes his eyes, also battling with himself.

"Have a pleasant day." "Thank you father," Simon said, hurrying off as he checked his watch. The Ferrari was moving at an underestimated pace. When the road became freer it tore at a speed that Simon heart racing seemed like a million times slower. He did not complain about the driver overspending. In fact he was worried he would not meet Peter Brooklyn. The car found a spot in the parking lot and rested silently. He remembered the bed and breakfast restaurant and yet he felt like he was entering it for the first time.

Not now. A knock reverberates through the house, soft but unmistakable. My whole body stiffens. That knock, too-it's so familiar. I turn to Simeon, but he seems completely oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere. His head is still buried in the book, wholly ignorant. I attempt to swallow the fear rising in my throat, but it just seems to stick there, thick and suffocating. My feet feel lead-heavy as I approach the door, my hand shaking toward the handle.

It quietens them, filling the air with dead silence and fear, " Pay him fare and ask him to drive somewhere else. " " Oh come on! We wouldn't be sitting here then. " Sim says, dismissing me. Sas looks at me. Her eyes are enough to tell me that she's scared, " Please, do it. " She says, fearfully. Sim glances at her and gives him the pelf, " Drive wherever you want…." She begins. I hate her plan. I beckon him to stop the car. Instantly, he pulls the car. " Let's go, " We walk out of the car.