Party Games (Fear Street Series)

Party Games (Fear Street Series)

by R. L. Stine

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ISBN-13: 9781250051615
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 09/30/2014
Series: Fear Street Series
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

R.L. STINE is one of the bestselling children’s authors in history, with more than 400 million books sold to date. In 1986, he wrote his first teen horror novel, Blind Date, which became an instant bestseller. In 1989, Stine created the Fear Street series, one of the bestselling young adult book series in history, with 80 million copies sold worldwide. He is also the author of the bestselling children's series Goosebumps, which began in 1992 and has sold 300 million copies around the world.

Hometown:

New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio

Education:

B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

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Party Games

A Fear Street Novel


By R. L. Stine

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Parachute Publishing, L.L.C.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-05161-5



CHAPTER 1

THE INVITATION


I saw Brendan Fear walk into the diner where I worked with some of his friends, but I had no idea how my life would change that night. As I wiped down a table, I followed him with my eyes as he led his three friends down the narrow aisle to the booth in the back corner.

How could such a normal scene lead to so much horror—and even murder?

I knew the kids who were with Brendan. I'm not in the same crowd, but we're all seniors at Shadyside High. Ha. Same crowd. That's kind of a laugh. Face facts. I have a few good friends, but I definitely don't have a crowd.

My name is Rachel Martin, and I'm seventeen. I have this after-school waitress job at Lefty's, a hangout a few blocks from the high school. And yes, it's a teeny-tiny bit awkward to wait on the kids I see in school all day.

But I'm sure that's just me. No one ever makes a comment or a joke about it. But sometimes it makes me uncomfortable.

I guess I'm not the most relaxed person on the planet. Mom says I'm strung tighter than a tennis racket. My sister, Beth, always insists that's not true. She says I'm just sensitive.

I sure miss Beth. She went off to Oberlin in September. Beth got a scholarship for her flute playing. She's the smart one and the talented one in the family.

We have always been so close. She said she'd Skype me every night. But I haven't heard from her in weeks.

The kitchen bell rang, the signal that someone's food was ready. I collected some dirty plates from a table and squeezed through the crush of kids at the counter to get to the kitchen.

Lefty's is small and always hot and steamy, no matter what the weather is outside. When I get home after work, I have to shower for a long time to get the fried grease smell of hamburgers and French fries off my skin and out of my hair.

But this place is definitely the most popular hangout for Shadyside High kids, partly because it's so close to school. And because it's The Home of the Two-Dollar Double Cheeseburger.

I don't know who thought that up, but it was genius.

I saw my friend Amy O'Brien walk in. She waved, but I didn't have time to go say hello to her. Ellen, the other waitress, called in sick, and I was covering the whole restaurant.

I carried some cheeseburgers to a table near the front. Then I picked up four menus to take to Brendan Fear's table. He and his friends were all talking at once, leaning toward each other over the table, glancing around as if they didn't want to be overheard. Very intense.

They all stopped talking as I stepped up to them.

I saw Kerry Reacher, who is our All-State forward on the basketball team. He was wearing his maroon-and-white team jacket. He's so lanky, his legs stretched out of the booth. His white sneakers had to be at least size 12 or a 14.

Patti Berger sat next to him. Patti is a sweet-looking dark-haired girl, tiny, like a little doll, with a whispery doll voice and dimples to die for. She's so adorable, you want to kill her. Except she's the nicest person on earth, friendly and warm.

Patti and I grew up together because our moms are best friends. We're not really in the same crowd at school. But we're still happy to see each other whenever our families get together.

Patti is about as tall as a fourth grader. Seriously. I mean, she's got to be two feet shorter than Kerry. But they're always together. They say they're just good friends. But everyone sees them holding hands, lip-locked in the halls. I guess the friends thing is some kind of private joke.

Next to Brendan, Eric Finn was drumming on the tabletop with two fingers. Eric is a big, bouncy teddy bear of a dude, with wavy blond hair, a round freckled face, booming voice, and a loud, hee-haw donkey laugh. He's one of those guys who just likes to laugh and party.

I've always thought it was totally weird that he and Brendan Fear are such good buddies. They're like total opposites. But they've been friends since elementary school.

Brendan has wavy black hair. He is pale and serious-looking. He has this shy smile, but you don't see it very often, and he speaks very quietly. I like his eyes. They're soft brown and warm, kind of crinkly, and when they lock on you, it's like he's seeing into your brain.

Uh-oh. Does that give you a hint that I've had a crush on Brendan Fear since eighth grade?

He dresses in black jeans and black T-shirts with video game logos on the front. He's the school brainiac, but he's totally into games.

He and Eric and some of his other friends play games for hours. World of Warcraft and Grand Theft Auto and all kinds of fantasy and car-racing games. That's all they talk about at school. And someone told me that Brendan programs his own games and is working with some guys to develop an online gaming site.

I walked up to Brendan's booth with the menus tucked under the arm of my red-and-white-checked uniform. "Whoa." I tripped over Kerry's big shoes, and stumbled into the table.

Awesome start.

Brendan grabbed my arms and helped stand me up. "Rachel, you okay?" His dark eyes peered into mine.

I could feel my face go hot. I liked the way he said my name.

"I'll move over if you want to sit with us," Eric said. "Or you can sit on my lap?"

Kerry and Patti laughed.

"That would be a thrill," I said. "But would you give me another job when I'm fired?"

He flashed me a devilish grin. "I could think of something."

"Give Rachel a break," Patti told Eric. "Can't you see she's busy?"

"She and I could get busy," Eric said.

Patti gave him a playful slap. "Eric, don't you ever stop joking?"

"Who's joking?"

Eric and I have been teasing each other since first grade. He's always flirting with me, but he flirts with every girl he sees. No one ever takes him seriously because he's never serious.

I handed the menus out to them.

"You work here every day after school?" Brendan asked.

I nodded. "Yeah." I brushed my hair off my forehead with one hand. I could feel sweat on my forehead. I knew I didn't look my best.

"Till when?" Brendan asked. His eyes were studying me.

"Till ten."

"Whoa. Long day. When do you do your homework?"

I shrugged. "Whenever."

"What's homework?" Eric chimed in. "Should I try it?"

"You wouldn't like it," Patti told him.

Brendan kept studying me, like he had something on his mind.

"Waitress? Could we have a check?" A woman at the table behind me tapped my shoulder. It startled me, and I jumped.

"Sure. Just a sec," I said. The door slammed as another bunch of Shadyside kids came in. The diner was getting really crowded.

I turned back to Brendan. "Do you guys know what you want?" I asked.

"Do you have cheeseburgers here?" Eric asked, grinning at me again.

Totally dumb joke.

"No one ever asked for that before," I said. "I'll have to check."

Kerry and Patti laughed. "I'll come back in a few minutes," I said. I glanced back and saw Brendan's eyes following me as I walked away.

I scribbled out the check for Table 4. I had to tear up the first one and start again because I was thinking about Brendan Fear, and my hand was actually trembling a little. Doesn't take much to get me excited.

I mean, those were definitely meaningful looks he was flashing me.

Rachel, he was just trying to make you feel better since you nearly fell into his lap.

Was I imagining the meaningful looks? Face facts. I'm not the most confident person in the world. I think I look okay. I'm not Red Carpet beautiful or anything. I have straight blonde hair, which I usually pull back into a simple ponytail, pale blue eyes, and a nice smile. I think my nose is crooked. And I have sort of a square chin, which I hate. When I'm feeling really low, I think my face looks like an ax blade with eyes.

But Beth says I'm really pretty. She says I look like Reese Witherspoon. She always knows how to cheer me up.

I watched Brendan and his friends talking so intensely. Even Eric had a serious expression on his face. What could they be talking about?

The kitchen bell rang. I hurried to the window to pick up the food. Lefty squinted out at me from the kitchen. His narrow face was bright red and bathed in sweat. He always wears a white baseball cap backward over his bald head.

"You okay, Rachel?"

"Busy night," I said. "But I'm handling it. I—"

Lefty didn't wait to hear my answer. He had turned back to the fry griddle.

I went back to work. So far, I'd made it through with only a few mix-ups.

The diner had emptied out a bit when Brendan and his friends got up to leave. They smiled and nodded to me as they made their way to the door.

"Would you like a tip?" Eric said.

"Sure," I replied.

"Look both ways before crossing the street." He laughed at his own dumb joke.

I was surprised when Brendan stayed back and pulled me aside. Again, he kept his eyes on me as if trying to read my mind.

Maybe he has this intense stare for everyone. He probably doesn't even realize it.

I could feel my chest get a little fluttery. "Was everything okay?" I asked.

He nodded. "Sure." He shifted his weight. He suddenly looked very uncomfortable. "So ... you work here every night?"

"Not always. It depends on who else can work. Sometimes I'm here on Saturday, too. I need to earn some money to help my family. Things have been kind of tight for them, and I wanted to ... you know ... pitch in."

Too much information, Rachel.

He nodded and scratched his dark hair. "You're in my World Government class, right?"

"Yes," I said. "Mrs. Rigby. She's funny. I like her."

"Some guys think she's really hot," he said. He flashed the shy grin.

Someone spilled a Coke at a table near the counter. I heard the glass shatter on the floor. Some kids laughed.

"I wanted to ask you something," Brendan said. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. "I'm having this birthday party, see. It's my eighteenth. On Saturday."

"Happy birthday," I said. Awkward.

"My family has this huge old summer house on Fear Island. You know. In the middle of the lake? We're opening it up for my party. It's going to be like an overnight thing. We're going to party all night."

The kitchen bell rang. More cheeseburgers to pick up.

Brendan leaned forward. "Think you could come?"

Best day ever?

"This Saturday?" I said. My voice came out a little higher than normal.

He nodded. "I'm sending a boat to pick everyone up at the lake dock at the end of Fear Street at two."

"Yes," I said. "I can come. Hey, thanks for inviting me."

"It's going to be an awesome party," he said. "Lots of games."

Lefty banged the bell a few more times.

"I have to get back to work," I said.

Brendan nodded. "See you Saturday." And then he reached out his finger and wiped a drop of sweat off the tip of my nose.

My mouth fell open as he turned and strode to the door.

I could still feel the touch of his finger on my nose. I started to the food window. Brendan Fear just invited me to his birthday party.

I stepped up to the counter, but a hand grabbed my wrist and tugged me back.

And a voice whispered in my ear, "Rachel—don't go."

CHAPTER 2

THE WARNING


I turned and tugged my wrist free. "Don't go," Amy O'Brien repeated.

I'd forgotten she was still in the restaurant. Amy is my best friend. We've been friends ever since our sophomore year overnight when we both got lost in the woods and had to be rescued by Mr. Singletary, our homeroom teacher.

Poor guy. I think we gave him a total breakdown that night. He couldn't stop shaking for a week. I guess he thought we were eaten by wolves or something.

Being totally lost at night in the woods is an awesome way to start a friendship. You already know you're both hopeless idiots. Amy and I have been BFFs ever since.

Amy is short and a little chubby, with scads of coppery curls and green cat eyes and creamy skin to die for. She loves the color red and always has a red scarf around her neck or a red top or vest. And she wears this bright red lipstick, called Wildfire, which her mother says makes her look like a slut. But Amy says red is her trademark.

She squeezed my wrist again. "I heard everything, Rach. Please. Don't go."

"Amy, I have to pick up these plates," I said. I took the food plates off the window counter. I could see Lefty staring at me from the kitchen. I turned and started to carry them to Booth 8.

Amy followed me, pushing her way through a group of men in blue work uniforms waiting for a table. "Rachel, what did you tell him? Did you tell him you'd go?"

I set the plates down and brought the customers ketchup and mustard from the service table behind their booth. I turned to Amy, who was impatiently plucking at the buttons on the front of her red wool jacket.

"Of course I said yes, Amy."

"Shut up. You said yes to a sleepover at Brendan Fear's house?"

"It's not a sleepover. It's a birthday party."

"An all-night birthday party, right?"

I sighed. "Amy, I can't talk now. I'm the only one waitressing tonight. I have to help Lefty close up at ten. Want to come over when I'm done?"

"I'll finish my cheeseburger and wait for you. We have to talk. I can't believe you said yes." She walked back to her stool at the counter, shaking her head.

I knew that Amy didn't like Brendan, but I wasn't sure why. If she had some reason she didn't want me to go to his party, I knew I'd hear about it later. Amy isn't the type to keep her opinions to herself. She's kind of judgmental. But she's smart, and she's usually right.

Only a half hour till closing, but the time seemed to drag on for hours. Finally, everyone had paid up and left. Silence. Except for the sound of Lefty scraping down the grill in the kitchen. I wiped the tables and brought the last of the dirty dishes to the sink. I checked the time on my phone as I stepped out of the diner. It was a little after ten thirty.

It was a cold October night. The frosty air felt good against my hot face. I took some deep breaths, happy to be out of the steamy restaurant. A pale half-moon floated high in the sky above snakes of gray cloud.

Amy waited for me on the corner, her red jacket buttoned to the collar. She had pulled on a red wool cap and wool gloves. She squinted at me. "Wow. You must be tired. You look like roadkill."

"Don't hold back," I said. "Tell me what you really think."

She was right. I was that special kind of tired. The kind where you're so exhausted, even your hair hurts. I had a layer of dried sweat on my skin, and I could smell the fry grease in my hair.

I shifted my backpack on my shoulders. I was supposed to work on two chapters in my science notebook tonight. But now, forget about it. Amy probably wouldn't go home till midnight.

We crossed Division Street, empty except for a UPS truck making a late stop. It was a short walk to my house, only three blocks away. My legs ached and my back felt stiff. I'd been standing up since four o'clock.

Don't complain, Rachel. You made more than a hundred dollars in tips tonight.

I planned to turn most of it over to my parents. They were having tough times. My dad was laid off last year from his job as director of a big investment company. It took him a long time to find a new job. Now he's working as a shift manager at the Walmart in Waynesbridge.

My mom still hasn't recovered from a really bad case of Lyme disease. She's been home for three months and still feels weak and exhausted all the time.

A strong gust of wind pushed Amy and me back as we started to cross Front Street. Dead leaves danced in a perfect circle around our feet.

"Go ahead," I said. "Let me have it. Give me your lecture about why I shouldn't go to Brendan Fear's party, even though it's going to be awesome."

"Awesome?" She made a snorting sound. "Have you Googled the word geek? You can read about Brendan."


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Introduction,
Part I,
1. The Invitation,
2. The Warning,
3. Mystery of the Open Door,
4. Is Mac a Psycho?,
5. The Game,
6. "I Heard Things I Shouldn't",
7. "Be Afraid, Rachel",
Part II,
8. A Chill,
9. Blood in the Water,
10. Roadkill,
11. An Awesome Party,
12. Ghost Stories,
13. "Worry Much?",
14. Hanged,
15. "Someone Is Threatening Me",
16. Another Note,
Part III,
17. Is There a Killer in the House?,
18. In the Dark,
19. "The Killer Is Playing with Us",
20. Party Crashers,
21. A Friend Goes Missing,
22. Another Game,
23. A Ghostly Invitation,
24. Another Intruder,
25. More Screams,
26. The Next Victim,
27. The Final Curtain,
28. The Party's Over,
29. The Game Changes,
Part IV,
30. "Your Father Is a Lousy Creep",
31. The Rifle Goes Off,
32. A Bad Idea,
33. Into the Woods,
34. Lost and Alone,
35. The Death Pit,
36. No Escape,
37. Wet,
38. Help,
39. Betrayed,
40. "No One Will Blame Me",
41. "You Spoiled Creep",
42. Cut,
43. More Horror,
Also by R. L. Stine,
About the Author,
Copyright,

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Party Games (Fear Street Series) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
EverAfterEsther More than 1 year ago
I haven't read an R.L. Stine book since my Goosebumps days (I never actually read his Fear Street books!) so was a little bit anxious about how I would find Party Games. Would my sense of nostalgia take over? Or would I find myself disappointed and disillusioned? Reason to Read: 1. Surprising twists: As much as I thought I had predicted the story in Party Games, it turns out that I was wrong about a few things. This was a pleasant surprise to me, as I'm a firm believer that scary books should be surprising and they should be able to catch me off guard (or at least, they usually should). The surprise factor was good for me, and it was pleasantly surprising to find in Party Games. However, the twists weren't enough to redeem the overall story for me. There wasn't enough to draw me in, and too much of it felt silly rather than scary. When a book doesn't take itself seriously, it's hard for me to take it seriously and with a book like this, that can really detract from the experience. Party Games is a quick read which, partially due to its short length, lacks plot or character depth. In one sense, though, this helps maintain a high level of suspense because it makes the characters more unpredictable. Without a good understanding of their character, it's harder to figure out how they might react or what they might do. But this certainly requires a certain level of suspended disbelief. There's the nostalgic aspect to R.L. Stine's recent Fear Street release, and I think readers will fall into one of two groups: either they'll love it as they get to revisit old favourites, or they'll be disappointed by it since it lacks an engaging story. ARC received from Raincoast books for review; no other compensation was received. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was classic R.L. Stine Ive been waiting for this for along time well worth the wait!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Master of YA Horror and Supsense Writes Again!!! Very excited about the series being resurrected again. Loved reading R.L. Stein books as a teen. Christopher Pike reads always seemed a bit college level as far as material and content in the books, but the Fear Street collection back in the early 90's was a great horror thrill books for 13-18 years. I had just about every one of the Fear Stree Series. The development of characters and emotions and story lines made you feel incorporated and drawn into the books instantly. I am looking forward to reading this new read. I have children that will soon be pre-teen and enjoy the horror fiction genre. Loved how the books were scary, suspensful, and tastefully written to appeal to teans, but not over the top adult orientiented like adult fiction, more less PG-13 content level with gore, language, and adult content. Looking forward to hearing more from this famous author and established master of his trade. Would love to see some prior fear street characters re-introduced again in some aspects in the future novels.
tpolen More than 1 year ago
When my boys were younger, we read more than a few of the Goosebumps books together. When my youngest son (definitely not a horror fan now that he's older), was in middle school, he still asked me to read one of the 'scary' parts to him because he didn't want to read it alone. R.L. Stine books haven't been in our house for several years, so I was excited to have an opportunity to read his newest book. Party Games is in the Fear Street series and even though I hadn't read other books in this series, it's easily a stand alone. This was a quick, suspenseful, and fast-paced read. It started off with a great setup - teens alone on an island, no cell phone reception, no way off the island - then people start dying. It had a good mix of characters, with a mystery, some spooky moments and surprises along the way. This book is listed as YA, but the writing style, predictable twists, chapter ending cliffhangers, and junior high-ish romance place it squarely in the MG category. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I think older YA readers would lose interest fairly quickly, unless reading for nostalgic reasons. Party Games would be a wonderful Halloween read for the younger spectrum of the YA crowd. This review is based on a digital ARC from the publisher through NetGalley.
Anonymous 10 months ago
This story is one of my favorites. It was well written and the plot was not expected. This is an crazy story about a group of friends, schoolmates, and a party that got way out of hand. It was far more funny than it was scary but had the story been real Life, I would have peed in my pants. It was fun from beginning to the very end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Is it just me or us it that you really felt this book? I really felt the horror and the fear and intensity of this book. I mean,who else felt the same way about brenden? I loved this book. The twist at the very end was the cherry on top!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Epic
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book I have every read. I recommend this for people whp like scary books and scary/romance!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book left me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I knew exactly what was going to happen yet the incedent really suprised me anyway. I recomend this book to anyone looking for a good late night thrill!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Poor peny
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVE R.L STINE!! He is the master of spooky stories i bet this book will be an awesome thriller i didn't read it yet but i have confidence this will surr be scary.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
James uz a nasty bicth
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Starts drinking