Darkest Dawn (Fear Street Nights Series #3)

by R. L. Stine, David Stevenson (Designed by)

Overview

When you can't sleep, there's always NIGHTS.
The Night People are safe at last. After all the ugly pranks and vicious murders, things have finally returned to normal. The friends who are left are trying to forget and move on, taking comfort by meeting up late-night at their old hang out, Nights.
It was the ancient spirit of Angelica Fear that caused all the trouble. And now she's been destroyed once and for all. Burned in a fire.
But if it's true that the horror is dead, what did Angelica mean when her voice cried out from the flames?...

"The Evil Lives!"

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781442460584
Publisher:	Simon Pulse
Publication date:	03/09/2012
Series:	Fear Street Nights Series , #3
Pages:	192
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range:	12 - 17 Years

About the Author

R.L. Stine invented the teen horror genre with Fear Street, the bestselling teen horror series of all time. He also changed the face of children’s publishing with the mega-successful Goosebumps series, which went on to become a worldwide multimedia phenomenon. Guinness World Records cites Stine as the most prolific author of children’s horror fiction novels. He lives in New York City with his wife, Jane, and their dog, Lucky.

Hometown:

New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio

Education:

B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

Website:

http://www.rlstine.com

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

"I can't believe we're going to a Valentine's dance," Dana Fear said, shaking out her dark hair, studying herself in the dresser mirror. "It's so totally geeky."

"It's for a good cause," Jamie Richards replied. "You know all the money goes to the homeless."

"Clark knows the DJ," Dana said. "He does the mixes at that teen dance club on Wayland Road that no one goes to."

"Never been there," Jamie said. "Hey, you and Clark are together a lot these days."

Dana smoothed lip gloss over her lips. "He's hot," she murmured. "And yeah, I think he's really into me."

I was watching the two girls from the bedroom window. It was open a crack, and I could hear every word they said. They didn't see me — otherwise they would have quickly shooed me away.

Or maybe they'd scream in fright.

Pressing against the window glass, I watched Jamie slip on a sheer, violet midriff top and straighten it over her waist. "Is this too sexy?"

Dana snickered. "Too sexy? What does that mean?"

"No. Really." Jamie bumped her cousin away from the mirror.

"I like that skirt," Dana said. "It's so short. You can't sit down in it. Where'd you get it?"

"Old Navy. Believe it?"

Dana wore a loose-fitting silvery top and low-riding jeans. She wasn't as knockout pretty as her cousin Jamie, but she knew how to show off what she had.

Watching her, I felt bad that I'd made the decision to kill her.

"When is Lewis picking us up?" Dana asked.

Jamie glanced at her bedtable clock. "In half an hour, I guess. I'll call his cell and see if he's ready to leave."

Dana giggled. "This is so retro. A double date. Like in an old sitcom or something. We should have made the guys bring us corsages."

"Corsages?" Jamie frowned. "No way they'd know what corsages are."

I was getting bored. Also, the girls were enjoying themselves too much. We can't have that — can we?

I decided to show them I was there.

Jamie bumped Dana away from the mirror again. "I hate my hair," she said, tugging it with both hands. "Here. Help me put it up."

Dana combed her fingers through Jamie's hair. "Your hair is so much thicker than mine," she said. "And bouncier. Mine just lies there limp."

Jamie handed her the brush. "Hurry. We don't have much time."

Dana raised the brush to the back of Jamie's hair — then stopped. "Whoa. Hold on. There's something in your hair."

She pinched her fingers around the little crawling thing in Jamie's hair, pulled it out, and examined it. "Oh, my god! It's a little white worm!"

"Huh?" Jamie spun around. "Let me see it." She squinted at Dana's hand. "It's...I think it's a maggot!"

"Here's another one," Dana said, lifting something off Jamie's scalp. "Oh, wow. Another one. Yikes! Jamie — there are dozens of them!"

Dana held up four or five maggots in the palm of her hand.

"Ohh...my head — it itches!" Jamie cried, scratching frantically.

Dana ran the brush through Jamie's hair and watched the tiny white worms fall to the floor.

Jamie let out a scream. "Dana — they're in your hair too! Get that one! It's crawling down your forehead!"

Dana slapped at her forehead. She started frantically picking maggots from her hair.

"My scalp! It itches! It burns! Ow! We're covered in them. Covered in maggots!"

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