Don't Stay Up Late: A Fear Street Novel - Hardcover

Stine, R. L.

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1250051622 ISBN 13: 9781250051622

Verlag: GRIFFIN, 2015

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In the small town of Shadyside, don't stay up late, because horrible things can happen...

Both day and night, Lisa Brooks is plagued with nightmares and hallucinations. Could they be caused by the horrifying accident that landed her in the hospital for weeks? When Lisa finds out that a neighbor is looking for a babysitter for her little boy, Lisa jumps at the chance to keep busy and take her mind off of her troubling thoughts. But then the murders start -- and her friends begin dying one by one. Are Lisa's nightmares coming true? Find out in the next installment of R.L. Stine's Fear Street series, Don't Stay Up Late.

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R.L. STINE is one of the bestselling children's authors in history, with more than 400 million books sold to date. 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.

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Don't Stay Up Late

A Fear Street Novel

By R. L. Stine

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Parachute Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-250-05162-2

CHAPTER 1

My name is Lisa Brooks and I'm a twisted psycho. I wasn't always a total nutcase. Before the accident, I thought I was doing pretty okay.

My family moved to Shadyside in February. It took a little while to adjust to a new house, a new town, and a new high school. That's normal, right?

I had some hard times. I was lonely at first. I missed my friends back in Shaker Heights. Shadyside High was big and confusing, and most everyone I met had been going there forever and already had a group of friends.

I'd walk down the long halls to class, and everyone was laughing and talking, and sometimes I felt as if I didn't exist. I'm a little shy, and it's not easy for me to go up to someone I don't know and just start talking. So I felt kind of invisible my first few weeks there.

But by April, I was beginning to feel at home. I was making friends. Saralynn O'Brien and I were hanging out a lot. We seemed to have the same sense of humor and the same bad attitude about guys and school. We both thought high school was basically a crock—something you had to get through so your real life could start. And we both thought guys were an inferior species, inferior but necessary.

Yes. Necessary. I even had a boyfriend by April. Nate Goodman. I met him when I walked out of the cafeteria, bumped him from behind at the top of the stairs, and sent him tumbling headfirst to the bottom. I had my eyes on my phone and didn't even see him.

Luckily, Nate is a pretty slick acrobat. He managed to somersault most of the way. He had a few cuts that were bleeding a little, but he didn't break his neck.

Of course I went tearing down the stairs to make sure he was okay. He sat there shaking his head. I think he was dazed a little. I huddled over him. "Are you okay?"

"I was better a few seconds ago," he said.

I apologized at least a hundred times and helped pull him to his feet. I felt terrible. At least a dozen kids stopped to stare at us.

He wiped blood off his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Did you break anything?" I asked.

"Yes. The land-speed record for stair falling," he replied.

"I'm glad you have a sense of humor," I said.

"Me, too."

Nate is a good-looking dude. He's tall and lanky. He has straight black hair that he's always brushing back from his forehead, round dark brown eyes, and an easy smile that makes a dimple appear on his right cheek.

"You're Lisa, right?" He studied me. "Saralynn told me about you. She didn't warn me you were dangerous."

I gave him a look. "Yes, I'm very dangerous." I guess that was my idea of flirting. I had pulled him to his feet. Now I realized I was still holding onto his arm. "How do you know Saralynn?"

He wiped more blood off his forehead with the sleeve of his black T-shirt. "We grew up near each other. On the same block."

"You're a senior, right?" I said. My phone beeped in my jeans pocket. A text. I ignored it.

He squinted at me. "How do you know that?"

I shrugged. "Saralynn might have mentioned it to me."

Saralynn and I are juniors. I hate that word, but it's awkward to say you're in eleventh grade. "You need to see the nurse," I said. "That cut on your forehead is kinda bad."

He nodded. "I didn't plan to give blood today." He said it like an old-time movie vampire.

I laughed. "You make a good vampire. Saralynn told me you're into scary movies and horror."

"Yeah, I collect posters and comics and masks and stuff," he said. "You seem to know a lot about me."

I shrugged again. I could feel my face growing hot. It was true. Saralynn and I did talk about him a lot. Ever since we watched him read a long Edgar Allan Poe poem at the senior talent show. I thought he was hot. Strange but hot.

I mean, Edgar Allan Poe? Seriously?

The bell rang. We were going to be late for fifth period.

I had a strong feeling about him. Like some kind of laser force field pulling me toward him. A hundred years ago, I think they called it love at first sight. Cornball music would be playing with lots of violins.

What I mean to say is that I liked the way he looked at me, and I liked talking to him. I even thought he looked cool with a line of blood leaking across his forehead.

"Nice bumping into you," I said.

He nodded. "Funny. Remind me to laugh."

Nate and I have been hanging out ever since. Sometimes it's just the two of us. Sometimes it was like the night of April 12, when we went to the hamburger hangout, Lefty's, with Saralynn and Nate's friend Isaac Brenner.

Yes, I remember the exact date. April 12. The night of the accident. The night of so much horror. The night I turned into an insane lunatic.

CHAPTER 2

"Is that a real word?" Isaac asked. "Vomitorium?"

"Mr. Hammer explained it to us," Saralynn said. "In Drama class. They had these aisles in theaters. Like in Roman times. For the audience to leave the theater quickly. They were called vomitoriums. In Latin, it meant spew forth."

Isaac scratched his curly black hair. "You mean the audiences puked their guts out in the aisles?"

"No. That's a mistake people make," Saralynn told him. "Vomitoriums didn't have anything to do with vomiting."

I rolled my eyes. "Can we talk about something else? I mean, we came here to eat cheeseburgers, right? Why do we have to talk about vomitoriums?"

Nate nodded agreement. We were sitting in a wide, red vinyl booth in the back of the restaurant. He had his arm around my shoulders. Saralynn and Isaac sat facing us.

"'Cuz that's what the lunchroom looked like yesterday," Isaac said. "Kids were heaving all over the place. It was totally sick."

Nate's hand squeezed my shoulder. "Does anyone know what made those kids all toss their lunch?"

"Maybe the food?" Isaac said.

We laughed. Isaac is a total joker. He always knows the dumbest thing to say.

"It's still a mystery," Saralynn said. "Someone said they all had the mac and cheese. But what could go wrong with mac and cheese?"

Yesterday had been a bad day at school. A dozen kids had to be sent to the emergency room at Shadyside General. But this puke talk was making me queasy.

I was glad when the waitress came back to the booth to take our order. I recognized her from school. Rachel Martin. She is a senior, but we are in the same Politics and Government class.

"What's the special tonight?" Isaac asked her.

She blinked. "Cheeseburgers."

"That was the special last night," Isaac said.

Rachel poked him with the eraser on her pencil. "You're very sharp, Isaac."

"You shouldn't poke the customers," Isaac said, rubbing his shoulder. "Didn't Lefty tell you that?"

We all looked to the window that opened into the kitchen. We could see Lefty's back. He was at the grill, frying up cheeseburgers.

"Lefty said it was okay to poke you," Rachel said.

Isaac jumped up. "Really? I didn't know you liked me. Should we go to your place or mine?"

Saralynn pulled him back to the seat. "Ha ha. Funny."

"We'll have the usual," Nate told Rachel.

She scribbled something on her little pad. Then she poked Isaac again with the pencil, turned, and headed to the kitchen.

Nate slid his hand from behind my back. "Okay, phones on the table, guys." He slid his phone from his jeans pocket and set it down in the middle of the table.

The rest of us pulled out our phones and stacked...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: GRIFFIN
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2015
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1250051622
• ISBN 13: 9781250051622
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 304
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