Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nightmare Land: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

I checked over the list that Auth had given me. I had just finished putting back a monster that had gotten out of its book. Usually, monsters aren’t the priority; however, this one somehow managed to get into a new book. While there, it caused property destruction and nearly killed one of the main characters. Unfortunately, because I failed to find the monster before it was seen, it is now in that book.Fortunately, no one saw me, or there would be even more complications. The monster is from my buddy Demon’s book. Auth doesn’t have a title for his book yet, but she knows she wants to turn it into a comic. Unfortunately, she can’t draw to save her life. Plus, it took her three tries to get the right book for him.Auth created his character first, along with his cafe. I’m not sure if he still has a cafe in this new version. He still bakes, though. Which, if you ever met him, you would know it doesn’t fit his personality. You’ll get to know more about him when Auth writes his story.I p

It took me a second to realize that I could use the creature. Probably because I really didn’t want to touch it. Even if it was just with my boots. By the time I realized the creature had finally realized where I was and turned to face me. Which meant that if I really wanted to do it, I had to do it now.I bolted toward the creature. I ignored all my instincts that told me to go in the other direction. Once I was close enough, I jumped on top of the creature, narrowly avoiding what I think was its mouth. I ran towards the portal on its back. Trying to ignore the sounds I heard with every step.Then I jumped, diving face-first into the portal as I thought of home. Though many of Auth’s book characters come to the library when she writes their books. I stay there for hours at a time. Having random conversations with her. So after everything that has happened, going home to Auth’s library felt like the best choice.I flew out of the portal on the other side, crashing into the ground. Ski

Siren. That’s the name he started calling me when he learned my singing could control not only the nightmares that he created, but people, too. It’s actually the only name I remember. I don’t know if it’s because I was probably too young when he snatched me up. Or if the years of his control are affecting my memory.But I no longer remember the time I wasn’t under his control. I don’t even get a choice in how I look. When the Nightmare Master has control. It’s like he’s dressing a puppet. His puppet.I’m forced into clothes that scream torment. Stitched together with his cruel hands. Meant to make me look like I’ve walked out of some sick, twisted nightmare. The jacket they put me in is made of black leather. But it’s not smooth, not soft.It’s cracked. Like it’s been torn from the flesh of something long dead. It clings to me. Too tight in places, like it wants to suffocate me. The silver chains draped across my chest only add to the weight.Some of them rattle when I move, making me

He gripped my chin so tightly that it was painful. Then he jerked my head up, forcing me to look into his crimson eyes. There was a storm inside them. Anger is battling with disgust and distaste. "If you want to die so much, then I will kill you, but first let's make a deal."He released me and gestured for me to stand up. I did so. Forcing those emotions that I had just been feeling deep inside me. I didn't know this man. So I shouldn't be feeling all this.I should still be completely numb. It is better when I am numb. I dusted myself off and flashed him my usual crazed grin. "Let's forget about what happened and go our separate ways...Ale-." I could barely even get the name out of my mouth. Before he lunged at me, wrapping his hand around my throat. "Don't you dare say his name; you have no right." He snarled. Another jolt of emotion went through me. It wasn't because of the hand he had wrapped around my throat, though. It was because his words confirmed what the voice in my h

I watched as my hands stitched up the new corpse on the table. He and his twin were among the thousands that ended up on my table. The Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a nightmare army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots. They needed both my and Invent’s gifts to live though. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied. I was about half finished stitching on this man’s arm. When I felt the Nightmare Master give me back control. I instantly dropped the needle and thread in my hands and went to the sink. Before I could turn it on and scrub myself raw, a hand gripped my shoulder. I flinched, and instantly I was back as my ten-year-old self. Who had just reanimated a corpse for the first time. All I did was briefly touch its arm, and it sat up. It opened its mouth to speak. However, its broken jaw just flopped up and down. Then it reached for me, trying to grab me. I bolted to the metal closet down there. Locking myself insid