A New Fear
R.L. STINE
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By R.L. SINE
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The Secrets of the Fear Family …
The history of the Fear family is a dark and strange one, filled with death, madness, tragic love, and revenge.
No one can escape the curse of the Fear family. Simon Fear tried. He changed the spelling of his family name from Firer to Fear and tried to start a new life. But he could not hide from his destiny—the Fear curse destroyed his entire family.
Except one. Nicholas Fear. The child of Daniel Fear and Nora Goode.
Will this new Fear be the one to break the curse? Or will he suffer the fate of his doomed family?
Books by R.L. Sine
FEAR STREET
THE NEW GIRL
THE SURPRISE PARTY
THE OVERNIGHT
MISSING
THE WRONG NUMBER
THE SLEEPWALKER
HAUNTED
HALLO WEEN PARTY
THE STEPSISTER
SKI WEEKEND
THE FIRE GAME
LIGHTS OUT
THE SECRET BEDROOM
THE KNIFE
PROM QUEEN
FIRST DATE
THE BEST FRIEND
THE CHEATER
SUNBURN
THE NEW BOY
THE DARE
BAD DREAMS
DOUBLE DATE
THE THRILL CLUB
ONE EVIL SUMMER
THE MIND READER
WRONG NUMBER 2
TRUTH OR DARE
DEAD END
FINAL GRADE
SWITCHED
COLLEGE WEEKEND
THE STEPSISTER 2
WHAT HOLLY HEARD
THE FACE
SECRET ADMIRER
THE PERFECT DATE
THE CONFESSION
THE BOY NEXT DOOR
NIGHT GAMES
FEAR STREET SUPER CHILLERS
PARTY SUMMER
SILENT NIGHT
GOOD NIGHT KISS
BROKEN HEARTS
SILENT NIGHT 2
THE DEAD LIFEGUARD
CHEERLEADER’S: THE NEW EVIL
BAD MOONLIGHT
THE NEW YEAR’S PARTY
GOOD NIGHT KISS 2
THE FEAR STREET SAGA
THE BETRAYAL
THE SECRET
THE BURNING
FEAR STREET SAGA COLLECTOR’S EDITION
FEAR STREET CHEERLEADER’S
THE FIRST EVIL
THE SECOND EVIL
THE THIRD EVIL
99 FEAR STREET: THE HOUSE OF EVIL
THE FIRST HORROR
THE SECOND HORROR
THE THIRD HORROR
THE CATALUNA CHRONICLES
THE EVIL MOON
THE DARK SECRET
THE DEADLY FIRE
FEAR STREET SAGAS
A NEW FEAR
HOUSE OF WHISPERS
FORBIDDEN SECRETS
FEAR PARK
THE FIRST SCREAM
THE LOUDEST SCREAM
THE LAST SCREAM
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Prologue
The Village of Shadyside
1900
Nora Goode Fear bowed her head. Tired, so very tired. She had been sitting in this cold room most of the night, answering questions. Describing everything she had witnessed at the Fear mansion.
Not once.
Not twice.
But three times now.
And still they held her prisoner here. In this room without windows. In this room that held more darkness than light.
The flame of a solitary candle flickered. The shadows shifted.
Nora lifted her gaze to the man sitting behind the desk. He alone would determine her fate. He had the authority to set her free. He had the power to lock her away.
The man sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. He scattered papers before him. Papers containing his questions and her answers.
Nora wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her spine. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry. Her back ached. She was hungry and tired. She wanted to slide out of the chair, curl up on the floor, and go to sleep.
She wanted to dream of Daniel, her husband of one day. Of the happy times they shared before his family’s curse brought them death and destruction.
“All right, Nora,” the man said sternly. “Tell me again what happened.”
Again? Nora’s shoulders slumped forward. If I am not insane now, she thought wearily, I soon will be. How can I keep telling this tale of horror over and over? I want to forget all that happened, but he forces me to remember.
Impatiently, the man rapped on the desk with his knuckles. “Tell me the truth about what happened at the Fear mansion. Tell me the truth and you shall be released.”
I must be strong, Nora thought. Strong for my baby. Daniel’s and mine.
Nora knew she carried Daniel Fear’s child. Knew it in her heart. She would do anything to protect their baby. Anything.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to answer calmly. “Daniel’s grandfather, Simon Fear, was celebrating his seventy-fifth birthday. All the candles on the cake were burning. Daniel announced that
Nora Goode Fear was his new wife. His grandfather screamed—”
“Liar!” the man cried. “You were never married. Everyone in Shadyside knows that.”
“We were married!” Nora protested. How could she convince the man to believe her?
“Our marriage was a secret,” Nora explained. “We did not want to tell our families until after the ceremony. We were afraid they would try to stop us—because of the feud between the Fears and the Goodes.”
The man shook his head, his lips pressed together in a thin line. “Go on,” he said impatiently.
“Daniel and I eloped. We did not even take the time to choose wedding rings. Daniel gave me this instead.” Nora lifted the chain of the amulet she wore around her neck.
“That night was Daniel’s grandfather’s seventyfifth birthday. Someone brought in a cake with all the candles lit. Then Daniel announced our marriage. His grandfather screamed and rose from his wheelchair—”
“Impossible!” the man barked. “Simon Fear was a weak old man. He could not rise from his wheelchair.”
Nora flinched at his harsh tone. “But he did,” Nora insisted. “Then he fell and crashed onto the table. The cake toppled off. The flames from the candles started the fire.”
“You expect me to believe that the tiny candles on a birthday cake burned an enormous mansion to the ground?’
Nora squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. She could see Daniel standing by her side and introducing her to his grandparents. The next moment, a wall of fire separated them—forever.
“You did not try to put out the fire?” the man asked.
“No one could put out the fire. Daniel tried, but it was like a living, breathing thing. A thing with a will of its own. So hot and bright.”
Nora took a deep breath and forced herself to meet the man’s cold eyes. “And I saw faces—laughing, screaming faces—in the flames,” she said firmly.
Nora felt more tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She dashed them away.
“Enough!” The man pounded his fist on the table. “I gave you four opportunities to tell the truth. The events you describe are impossible.”
He picked up a pen, dipped it in an inkwell, and scrawled his name across the paper. The candle flame wavered. Shadows danced across the man’s face.
He lifted his eyes and captured her gaze. “I am sorry, Nora, but I have no choice. I must declare you insane and commit you to the insane asylum.”
Nora opened her lips and uttered an anguished cry that echoed through the room.
PART ONE
Chapter 1
The Village of Shadyside1901
Nora hated the night.
During the day, she heard a cry or two from down the hall. She heard a thump above her cell or a bump below.
But at night, deep moans and screams reverberated off the walls of the asylum. Nora covered her ears, but she could still hear the cries of the other inmates.
What do they see in their nightmares? Nora wondered. Can it be more horrible than what I see through my window?
Nora peered through the black iron bars. Just as she had every night for ten long months now. The ten long months she had been locked in the asylum.
Beyond the bars she could make out the remains of the Fear mansion against the full moon. How could any nightmare be more terrifying than that?
Nora noticed the workers had made more progress on the road running through the Fear property.
A road they would call Fear Street.
Nora wrapped her arms around her body. She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses that the road was a bad idea. They would not listen.
Why would they? They thought she was insane.
But she knew the bad luck that surrounded the Fears had somehow seeped into their land. Tainted it.
She turned from the window. The darkness always came too swiftly, wrapping shadows around the bed, the table, the chair.
Bending, Nora lifted her son into her arms. Nicholas gazed at her with trusting brown eyes … his father’s eyes. Daniel Fear’s eyes.
She returned to the window and sat on the wooden floor. Wind whistled through the cracked glass. Nora leaned forward and breathed deeply. The fresh night air reminded her of the world outside. The world she wanted Nicholas to know.
But her son had been born in this place. He had never been outside the iron bars and locked doors of the insane asylum.
Nora preferred to sleep leaning against the window, holding her son. Her mattress stank of stale perfume, blood, sweat, and death. She never used it.
She rocked back and forth. Someone screamed—a high shrill sound. Her son cried softly. Looking at his innocent face, Nora brushed the brown hair away from his furrowed brow.
“It is only the wind. Only the wind,” she whispered. ‘I will take care of you. Do not worry. I will always take care of you.”
Nora felt the warmth of the sunlight on her eyelids. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Another day.
Keys rattled as someone unlocked the door. Nicholas whimpered, and Nora picked him up and held him close.
The door burst open. A large woman stood in the doorway. Martha, Nora’s nurse. Her body blocked the light from the hallway. “It is time for your bath, Nora.”
Martha stepped aside. A young girl darted into the room. “Nancy will watch the babe,” Martha said.
Nancy wore a coarse white cotton shift like Nora’s. It identified her as an inmate of the asylum. She waved her hands frantically before her, an empty smile frozen on her face. “Baby. I watch baby.”
Nora hugged Nicholas tighter. “Could a nurse stay with him?”
“Nancy is twelve. Certainly old enough to watch a baby,” Martha snapped.
“Twelve,” Nancy repeated as she held out her arms.
“He’s sleeping,” Nora lied as she placed Nicholas in the cradle.
“Sleeping,” Nancy said. She sounded disappointed, but her smile remained.
“You mustnot hold him while he’s sleeping,” Nora said.
“Mustnot hold him,” Nancy repeated as she stared into the cradle.
“Just watch him and keep him safe,” Nora added softly.
“Watch him and keep him safe,” Nancy mimicked. She began to rock the cradle and sing a lullaby.
Reluctantly, Nora followed Martha from the room. Martha slammed the door shut and locked it. She wrapped a beefy hand around Nora’s arm and forced her down the stairs.
When they entered the first floor, Nora saw a man banging his head against the wall. “It hurts,” he said. And banged his head again. “It hurts.”
A woman sitting in a corner clawed at her face with her fingernails. Bright red blood covered her hands.
Martha charged over to the woman, jerking Nora with her. She grabbed the woman’s wrist. “Stop it! Stop it, Charlotte!”
“I need to get them off,” the woman whined.
“Orderly! Tie this woman to her bed!” Martha shouted.
“I have to get the spiders off. They are biting me. Biting my face,” the woman wailed.
A young man rushed over and picked Charlotte up as if she were a child. He carried her down the hallway. “I need to get them off,” the woman cried again and again.
Martha tightened her grip on Nora’s arm and stomped toward the stairway leading to the basement. Nora stumbled as Martha yanked her down the stairs.
Martha opened the door and shoved Nora inside the dark, damp room. Nora pressed her back to the wall. She hated coming here.
Martha pushed open another door. “Get inside.”
Nora held her breath as she entered the room. The light was dim. A scrawny woman with loose skin hanging from her bones stepped out of the cast-iron bathtub. Open sores covered her shivering body. Her teeth chattered.
Nora knew the water was cold. The water was always cold. And the room had no fire to warm it.
An attendant wrapped a blanket around the thin woman and guided her out of the roo
m.
Nora released her breath and the room’s foul odors rushed into her nose. Sweat, decay, mold. She always felt dirtier after a bath in this room.
“Hurry along,” Martha instructed. “You do not want Nancy to play with your son too long.”
Shivering after her bath, Nora followed Martha back to her room. She had dried off, but still she felt damp.
Martha slipped her key into the lock, turned it, and shoved the door open. Nora rushed in.
Nancy stood by the cradle, rocking it back and forth. “Say bye-bye,” she muttered. “Nancy say bye-bye to baby.”
Nora studied her son. His eyes were closed. He slept peacefully.
“Come along, Nancy,” Martha ordered from the doorway.
“Come along,” Nancy repeated in a singsong voice.
Nancy trotted toward the door. Then she spun back to face the cradle. “Nancy say bye-bye. Baby go to new home now. Baby go to new home.”
“What?” Nora gasped. She clasped her hands together to keep them from trembling. “What, Nancy?”
“Nancy say bye-bye to baby,” Nancy answered. She nodded her head up and down, up and down.
Slowly Nora raised her eyes to meet Martha’s. “No,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Martha answered firmly. “Nancy is correct. The baby cannot be raised in an insane asylum. He is almost old enough to leave you. They will take him soon.”
Chapter 2
“When?” Nora yelled. “When will they come for Nicholas?” She had to know. She needed to make plans. She would never allow anyone to take Nicholas from her.
“Calm yourself,” Martha ordered. “They will come when they come. Screaming your throat raw will not change anything.”
Nora grabbed Martha’s arm. “What will they do to him? Where will they take him? Please tell me. You must.”
Martha pried Nora’s fingers off her arm. “That is enough,” she ordered. “I do not want to have you restrained.”
Martha made her way to the door. “Wherever they take the baby, he will be better off,” she said over her shoulder.
But he will not have me, Nora thought. He will not have his own mother. And no one else could love Nicholas the way I do.
The moment Martha locked the door behind her, Nora reached under her mattress and pulled out the rope.