R.L Stine - Fear Street: Runaway

Runaway is a slow burn with a fuse that leads straight to hell. R.L. Stine pulls the curtain back on something rawer, more grounded than some of his other Fear Street tales — a story not just about murder, but about guilt, desperation, and the way fear can fester when there’s nowhere left to go. This isn’t about curses or creatures. This is about a girl on the run from a crime that’s eating her alive.

Shadyside’s no longer safe for Shad. One terrible night, one deadly mistake, and she’s out the door — changing her name, hiding in plain sight, and praying the past doesn’t catch up. But in Fear Street fashion, it always does. Letters start appearing. Strange figures seem to know her secrets. And the paranoia? It drips from the ceiling like a leaky pipe. You can run, sure. But you can’t outrun yourself.

Stine taps into the primal panic of being hunted — not by some masked killer, but by your own conscience. The danger feels intimate, suffocating. It’s in every dark alley, every unfamiliar face. And when the truth finally claws its way back to the surface, it’s not just a shock. It’s a reckoning. Because in Runaway, the scariest part isn’t being chased. It’s knowing you deserve it.