The Grifter Fear Street Novels & Stories

The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive. Her breathing ragged and her heart beating frantically, she searched wild-eyed for the source of the cold voice in the shadows of the cemetery. Her pupils drowned out the clear grey of her eyes, her cheeks flushed from the running, her chest heaving from her laboured breaths, causing her cleavage to become dangerously close to spilling from her dress, her pale skin scratched and dirty from the branches and the mud she fell in, her hair was a tangled mess of curls full of small twigs and fall leaves. He found her fear delicious. He stalked her from the shadows, chuckling darkly as each snap of a twig caused h

The crooked hinges scream in protest, wood snapping with a deafening crack as splinters slice across my face. My eyes dart across the bloodstained carpet, scanning the mess of bodies littering the ground. Most of them are Weston wolves but none of them are my father. My stomach twists fearing the worst. Above me, the floor quakes, heavy footsteps and frantic snarls echoing through the mansion. Without hesitation, I lunge for the staircase, claws scraping against the waxed wood as I bound upward, taking the steps two at a time. My breath comes fast and sharp, heart hammering against my ribs like a war drum. The acrid scent of blood and smoke clings to the air, thick enough to choke on.

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

Gretchen's heart began to pound against her chest as a hooded figure came into view while he approached from the darkness beyond the ruins. A flash of a memory from one of her nightmares came back for a fleeting second and Gretchen became very afraid. As her wolf took over and forced Gretchen to shift, her bones snapped and her body contorted. She could hear Rhett's voice in her head telling her that she was in no danger, but Gretchen was no longer in control.

Based on their screams, there was at least one girl and one boy. Gray continued walking forward with her eyes narrowing from trying to see in the dark. Just then, a bloodied hand appeared from the walls and attempted to brush her face but she ducked and it got the faces of those behind her instead. When she turned around, as she suspected, it was red paint on the hand which was now dirtily smeared on the guy’s face. Gray resumed walking and this time, a skeleton body appeared from the ceiling, almost hitting her but she dodged it once again and although it did not hit the people behind her, it made them fall on their backs from fright along with screams of course.

Her eyes widened, and her scalp tingled intensely. "Charlotte?" Startled, Charlotte was utterly taken aback. Her voice seemed trapped in her throat, and her feet felt like lead. Her mind screamed at her to run, but then someone grabbed her arm, causing her to jump and scream at the top of her lungs. Shocked by her reaction, Griffith blurted out, "Are you out of your mind?" Charlotte snapped back to reality, recognized it was Griffith, and instinctively hid behind him. She could feel a chill running down her spine, wondering if there were graves right behind her. Clutching his arm, she looked back into the open space and indeed spotted several tombstones.

Griffin dug his hand in his pockets and brought his phone with trembling hands. "Wait!" I raised my hand and he stopped immediately. "What is the problem? Elena." "This man has fangs scratch and a huge puncture on his neck. This is the work of a supernatural doing." "Even this old woman with gray hair has black energy surrounding her. These are mysterious death." Griffin covered his mouth abruptly and massaged his jaws while pacing around. "Okay, calm down!" I said but it wasn't enough to stop him from fidgeting.

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.

I started when he held a finger to my lips "You are not to speak, I'll do all the speaking, you'll only do as you are told....or god help you if you don't" I shivered under his threat His eyes were dark, Like an ocean before a raging storm . A sinister smile played on his lips,he was enjoying my fear... He was feeding on it.... "Don't look so bleak, what I'm going to do a slut like you will surely like it" "Strip!" His voice thundered My face blanched , I just stared at him motionlessly and that seemed to annoy him even more "The seconds are ticking right in my head Gracie and you'll surely be sorry if it gets to one...Now strip!" He growled even more menacingly this time

A gaping wound tore across his neck, a gruesome wound where a chunk of flesh and artery had been bitten right off. She'd heard of ghouls before, she'd seen some too. Grave stealers, flesh eaters, undead entities, Zombies. So many names, and yet, none of them had struck fear into her until now. Oh Jesus! Her legs had gone weak.