R.L Stine - Fear Street: Wrong Number 2

Wrong Number 2 is Stine coming back with a vengeance — and a busy signal from hell. It’s the kind of sequel that doesn’t just up the stakes; it digs its nails in and drags you straight back into the nightmare. You remember Deena and Jade, right? The girls who thought prank-calling strangers would be a laugh? Well, they’re at it again — only this time, the voice on the other end isn't just creepy. It's angry. And it's coming for them.

There's something deliciously old-school about this setup. Phone calls. Threats. Static on the line. You don’t need ghosts or monsters when you’ve got a stalker who knows your every move — and might already be inside the house. Stine tightens the noose with every ring. Every voicemail is a riddle. Every silence? A scream waiting to happen.

And what really sells it is the paranoia. Deena and Jade are stuck in a horror loop — punished not just for what they did, but for what they didn’t do. The calls come faster. The bodies pile up. And that feeling — that creeping, suffocating certainty that someone is watching — never lets go. Stine doesn’t just write fear here. He dials it in, over and over, until you’re scared to pick up the phone yourself.