43 Nightmares Novels & Stories

“Close your eyes and go back to your bed, Jennah...” She opened her eyes and then bolted upright. She was in her room. Turning, she glowered at the clock. It was only four in the morning. Her heart was still trembling out a loud beat from his touch. She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had.

“You look tired,” Cass stated after the waitress had left. “I am,” Hae Mina replied and let her eyes close. “Stupid nightmares,” she muttered. “Nightmares?” Cass questioned. Hae Mina gave an inward groan. “Yeah. Haven’t you ever had nightmares before?” Hae Mina questioned. She hoped he would not ask what they were about. “I lived with Chin-Sun Noona most of my life, so I assure you, I’m familiar with nightmares especially living ones. Was it bad?”

—Thursday, three in the afternoon. I had difficulty sleeping last night. I slept maybe five hours a best and then it was plagued with nightmares. They were a confusing mash of elements. The beastly creature, the attack, mental institutions, a monster transformation I think, the creature finding me again, and me being caged in a straight jacket. As expected, morale was low upon waking this morning but I was determined to continue my day and to fight this.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Nate's concerned voice reached my ears, and I clung to him, needing his comfort to chase away the lingering terror of my nightmare. "Is it the same nightmare?" Nate asked gently, his worry etched across his face. I nodded, unable to find the words to describe the horrors that haunted my dreams. Nightmares like these had plagued me ever since I experienced that profound loss. Nate understood and wisely chose not to pry further. He knew that when these nightmares struck, I needed some space to gather my thoughts and emotions. I got out of bed and began to pace around our room, trying to dispel the remnants of the nightmare that still clung to my mind. Nate remained still, giving me the solitud

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

{He knows that you have silver on you} "It's nice to meet you too. Let's sit down and talk. We have so many questions for you" Colton as he motioned for me to sit with the three of them on the couch. I looked at Craig and he nodded and sat next to me. He made a big show of putting his arm around me and Colton narrowed his eyes at us. Craig just stared back. "Where would you like for me to start?" I asked, attempting to break the tension. "At the beginning of course. What happened when the Nightmare first began?" Colton prompted.