This starts off badly with a character named Shandel, which just makes me think of Sindel from Mortal Kombat. It also raises the question of pronunciation: Is is 'Shan-delle', or does it rhyme with sandal?
We also don't get past page one before Stine provides another piece of evidence that he doesn't know what ghosts are, by describing one like this:
"A man with a meat cleaver. Wearing a hockey mask. I've seen that movie".
So have I. That isn't a ghost.
Luckily, it appears Sandal isn't real. She is part of a story being told in one of those classic ghost-club setups, used in many teen franchises like 'Are You Afraid of the Dark' and 'Midnight Club'. This one has been inaccurately named the 'Thrill Club'.
Unluckily, all the members of this particular club are crap at stories, and mainly just keep describing each other getting gruesomely killed. They are also the exact same characters as every other Stine book - bland girl 1, bland girl 2, chubby girl, bland boyfriend 1, bland boyfriend 2, annoying younger brother.
Worse, it turns out Sandal is a real person after all. Her friend Talia has just chosen to use her as the character getting gruesomely decapitated. Or rather Seth has, since he secretly wrote Talia's story for her. TBF writing is hard. You can't expect a girl to do it.
As always, many pathetic fake-outs end chapters. Not much else happens for a bit, except for the usual Stine stuff: All the girls hate each other and fight over boys. People are impatient that someone hasn't got over the death of a close relative, as it happened weeks ago. People pretend to stab each other for a bit of a laugh, and are terrified by plastic masks.
Then it gets racist. "Primitive tribe" whose "voices don't sound human" racist.
More nothing, except the previous. Also, the girls thinking about how pretty they are. Not the plump one, obviously.
Then, finally, Sandal is murdered. In the exact same way as the story, obviously. Talia isn't sure if she is the murderer or not, because she is a girl and girls are dumb. just in case, she throws out vital evidence. She also tells everyone about it, as she doesn't understand the point of throwing out evidence. Consequently, all her horrible friends suspect her. She doesn't bother to tell them that it wasn't even her that wrote the story, because she has no sense whatsoever.
We get another classic Stine annoying prank. In this case someone attempts to trick people into thinking they've found a dead body, roughly a month after one of the people concerned actually found their father's dead body. Which is a touch thoughtless. However, the prank-player manages to actually hang themselves instead, which seems a harsh punishment. But don't worry, it's just a fake-out story. But no, guess what, it actually happens! It's actually quite an inappropriately grim scene for a book aimed at young teens, and the only sign I noticed of the hand of claimed ghost writer Tom Perrotta.
Then an uncomfortable moment when Sandal's ghost turns up, is described as African American, and then immediately starts patting Talia's blonde hair and saying how beautiful it is. Worse, it turns out it isn't Sandal's ghost, it's just some other black girl. TBF though, Talia can't recognise her white friend's ghost either, so I guess that's more of a personal problem than racism?
And at last the dénouement. Seth is quite obviously the problem. Less obviously, he has been using mystical chants from the aforementioned "primitive tribe" to possess Talia and force her to murder people. I think the stupidity is just her though. His motivation is that he is mad at girls for using him, i.e. not sleeping with him. So he uses them to kill people he is jealous of. Well, not Sandal. He just killed her by accident, apparently. Then he either dies or escapes his body, depending on whether a sequel was ever released. And somehow this solves Talia's problem of the authorities suspecting her of the murders. Not sure how.
An even worse Fear Street than usual, frankly, due to the fact that the only thing which differentiated it was the racism. And, to be fair, the unexpectedly vivid hanging.