Tommy Slater Fear Street Novels & Stories

Tom muttered. As Bob tried to rouse Drex, the patrol car turned toward the site of the murder. Tom felt goosebumps prickle his skin; he was terrified of encountering either his friend’s ghost or the creature that had taken his life. "It's so quiet here, Bob. Not a soul in sight," Tom whispered. "This is bad! Drex! Drex! Wake up!" Bob shouted, trying to wake the deep-sleeping Lycan.

“How do we kill this psychotic, power-draining, soul-sucking mummy? Like, for good. Ashes-to-ashes, no-sequels kinda deal.” Charlie stared at her. “Did you just ask me how to permanently kill someone who is technically already dead?” She nodded. “I did.” He sighed deeply. “You people are so exhausting.” “I think that’s a yes,” Tora quipped. Chelsea arched a brow. “So... is there a spell? A ritual? Do we need a unicorn horn and three drops of phoenix tears or what?” Charlie waved her off. “No unicorns. They’re prissy and full of themselves.”

she asked her. Fear lanced through Richard as he stood over Tommy. Black moths flocked the trees arching above them. More than before—scores now, he noted. From where, he knew not. He was looking down at the blood. Tom’s shirt was red with it. Blood in his hair, on his hands and waxen face. Richard crouched, heart thudding. “Tommy. Wake up.” He shook him, and one of his friend’s eyes fluttered open. Then the other. Relief flooded his system.

As I starred into the fire, I managed to ask; "Why didn't you tell us he's human?" I immediately noticed Tommy's body tensed at my words, fear emanating from him like a toxic gas. "H-how... did you— - His scent. He doesn't smell like us. My Wolf could feel it too." The blond headed boy gazed down, a look of fear gleaming in his eyes.

“Yes, I was.” “I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.” Delaney’s words echoed through the room. Tommaso shifted on the bed. The velvet blankets whispered with every careful movement, as if reminding him to be careful of his wounds. “And now we’re here,” Delaney continued, “and I’m even more terrified. This house is so scary, isn’t it? So dark and ominous. Ricci’s favorite color must be black because it’s everywhere. I’m never sure what time it is because it’s just dark, always. It must be haunted.”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not like I’m going anywhere far. Still at that local community art school, living at home, so I can’t just… walk out.” I wanted to scream. Or drive back right now and throw something at our father’s smug, red-cheeked face. Tommy looked up again, blinking fast. “I’ve been having panic attacks. Like, real ones. Mom just tells me to breathe and stay calm, but she won’t do anything. She won’t say a word to him.” My chest tightened. “She never did,” I murmured. “I thought she’d get stronger after you left,” Tommy whispered. “But she’s still scared.”

That really surprised all of us and not in a good way. “What does he look like?” She pressed “He wears a black hoodie, I dunno. He speaks weird though.” Tommy shrugged like it was no big deal. “What do you mean he speaks funny?” “He doesn’t talk normal, like you and me!” Tommy said as he scrunched up his face. “Like he has an accent?” Scarlet questioned him. “What’s an accent?” Tommy asked, Scarlet stood up and looked at me very concerned. “Tommy, are there any other kids without homes?” I asked. Tommy was nervous for a second but eventually replied.

Scar furrowed as she realized Tommy's change of mood from when he left the house, "Hey, Tom, what's- Tommy quickly cut her off in a harsh tone, "Don't say f**king nothing to me, get in my office now," he demanded in a dangerous tone causing Scar to immediately get up and leave the living room. Tommy turned to Gray and Mack, who looked at him with risen eyebrows, "Keep a close eye on Jasmine or I'll bust a cap in y'all asses," he threatened as both Gray and Mack surrendered with their hands up before Tommy left.

-Ew, it stinks," Camila held her nose. -I want to tell you something, Camilla," Adrien looked at her, "Don't be afraid. Slenderman can't do anything to you if you're not afraid. He feeds on your fear and your fear can become your undoing. Don't be afraid. Not of the dark, not of the animals we may encounter here, not of being underground, and certainly not of a spirit that cannot touch you. It cannot murder you. If you are not afraid you will be safe and we will get out of here. Together.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.