Simon Fear Street Novels & Stories

I stood barefoot in the middle of it all, surrounded by the steady pulse of the earth, watching Simon struggle. He stood several feet away from me, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. The tension rolled off of him in waves, and I could see the shimmer of his power flickering in the air around him. Like static. Like heat. A few hours ago, he’d tried to reach for a cup on the table—and it had gone flying into the wall instead, shattering into a thousand pieces. The look on his face hadn’t been anger. It had been fear. Fear of what he was becoming.

It was not a question, but he still waited, like he needed to hear Ethan admit it. “Of course I did,” Ethan replied. “It is still our parents’ mansion, unless something changed while I was gone.” Simon let out a short, annoyed breath. “Did you see anyone suspicious?” he asked. “Any unfamiliar scent near the balcony?” On my side of the door, my heart hammered faster. I was certain Ethan could hear it, feel it, count every single beat against his chest. The real fear coiled low in my stomach came from the thought that Simon might hear it too.

He couldn't understand how Darren was even more terrifying than his boss, who was involved in multiple killings. If looks could kill, Simon would've been dead by now. His face turned ashen as his fear reached its peak. Yet, Darren, whom he was so terrified of, suddenly let out a gentle smile. His gaze was tender as he said, "Hannah, I've got him." "Great! You're amazing!" Hannah smiled, yet her gaze immediately carried a hint of disgust when she glanced over at Simon. "He's a leader at least. We should be able to get something out of him."

he had never met a woman acting like this to his friend. Though every girl flirt with them, no one flirts the way this girl does. And also, not simultaneously flirting at them both. And was she even aware of it? and was she even aware that the things that occur in this place besides drinking were all women and s*x? “Get out.” Simon knew it was directed to him and he run away for his life. When he was out of the door, he was panting and was out of breath. “She’s scary! She’s really scary! She almost made me lose my life!” he ranted, shaking his head and walked away as fast as he could. He didn’t want to risk his life anymore.

“You can’t be more delusional if that’s what you think. Now, if you’re done, I would need a phone.” However, Simon looked far from being offended. “Fair enough. But who are you going to call, anyway?” “That’s none of your business.” “Well, if you’re going to use my cellphone, it does make it my business.” Was he seriously doing this? Carmen frowned. “Or I can just use one of the landlines that you haven’t cut off in the fear that I might call the police.” Simon chuckled, leaning back and putting an arm along the length of the back of the couch he sat on. “The fact that you think I’m afraid of the cops is adorable.”

NOW is Simon’s final year as a Senior High School senior at San Fabian High School, along with his friends, Clement, Trist, Chris, Fackly, George and his twin Samuel. The seven of them walk home together after they meet at their meeting place. In an abandoned house behind the school. Although they were walking in the dark, they did not pay attention to the threatening thunder and lightning, they continued to walk only to get home. But the sky was so rough that it suddenly rained heavily, causing their uniforms to get wet and even their bags to get wet.

Simon says picking up some of his clothes back into the bag he came with. I kind of gripped in fear of his threat but that later got off my mind. Immediately Simon requested a hotel room outside the estate which he got and left immediately without any other words. " Ring... Ring...." My cell phone buzzed out making me feel more scared and worried cause Simon just left.

I could feel the weight of it bearing down on him, see it in the tension of his body, in the way his breathing came in slow, controlled intakes of air like he was barely holding it together. I reached for his hand without thinking, my fingers hesitating before touching his. He flinched slightly at the contact, like he'd been jerked from some kind of trance. "Simeon," I whispered. "Talk to me." He turned to me then, and for the first time, something vulnerable stared back from his eyes. Fear. Real, raw fear. "I can't," he whispered, barely audible. A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke the words. This wasn't about Vivian being jealous or cruel.

I’m not sure why I feel so scared of the men. “Hey, I’m Stephanie. You can call me Steph. I’m sorry my brother and his friends scared you. They meant to help, but they are idiots. Can we help you? This is Vera and Bessa. What’s your name?” she asks. The three of them seem so sweet and genuine. I think I can trust them. I sit up and wipe my face. “Um. Sage. Sage Wright,” I shrug. At least I remember my name. Everything else is a mixed-up jigsaw puzzle.

What even is it? Simon seems to stop dead for a second. Something is initiating, or maybe he's just stunned he got pushed in the head. It’s such a high school move of mockery between feuding boys. His face changes from ‘was that it?’ to ‘what's happening?’ in a flash, and all the color seems to drain from his face as his expression opens wide in fear. Then I get exactly what this is.