5 Nights Of Terror 소설 & 이야기

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I don’t think I've ever felt this level of terror in my life. My heart is pounding in my chest, racing uncontrollably, and it feels like I’m on the brink of a panic attack. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Kai steps closer, his presence looming ominously. He leans in, his voice cold and menacing, demanding, "Now, before we kill your father, tell us where the diamonds are."

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering in my chest. The terror of the nightmare lingered, and I sucked in air, trying desperately to calm down. Every night, it was the same. I was standing in the dark woods, and there across the clearing stood Matt. Only, I never got to him in time. I ran and screamed, begging him to get away, but Ronan always appeared to tear out his heart. I’d have to watch him fall to his knees, blood staining the snow.

Slowly raising my gaze from my fingers to meet his, I stare at him in silence for a beat or two before I finally take the plunge. “The night terror started as a sex dream. The room was dark, your face was always out of my view. I was moaning, raking my nails down your muscular back while you took my body, slowly, tortuously as you finally claimed me for yourself once again. After we both found our release, you eventually raised your head, but it wasn't you.” I sob, “it was Joel, and you were… You…” I covered my face with my hands, shaking my head. “Dead. You were on the ground, lying in your blood as your lifeless eyes watched Joel take me, bringing me to climax multiple times!”

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

But with how recurrent my dreams were becoming, it was beginning to get my loved ones worried I might be losing it. “Boss, you had one of your nightmares again,” he explained as he handed me a glass of water, and I took it, quickly gulping it down in one go. “This is the fourth one this week, and this time around, you were so loud, it scared Andrea.” The mention of Andrea being scared of me sent shivers down my spine. “What do you mean I scared Andrea, John? Come on, her room’s far away, and besides, I don’t believe anyone heard my screams,” I argued, but he shook his head in denial and took a seat on the bed.

She asks frantically, pulling me into a hug as she sits down next to me. “I’m ok Nass, I promise, it was just a dream this time, nightmare not a memory,” I smiled weakly trying to reassure them both. They look at me with uneasiness, I hate that I always pull them away from work. I hate that my night terrors woke everyone up. Of course I was duped as the weirdo who screams at night, everyone in the pack knew what was going on. We were a small pack of about 300 people, out in the middle of nowhere. We were in a secluded area where everyone knew everyone, the pack house was always full of people, about 100 lived here, and the rest lived scattered around us. Wanting privacy to raise their famili

I gasped out, my voice trembling uncontrollably. ​Trisha spun around, her sharp blue eyes instantly locking onto my pale, terrified face. "Kayla? Good lord, child, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!" ​"Trisha, please..." I choked out, tears of fear blurring my vision as I grabbed her arms. "Can I please spend the night at your place tonight? Just for tonight! I promise I will explain everything to you later, but I can't go back to that motel! Please!"

When she died, something in him changed, as if the ground beneath his feet had cracked and he was trying to stand on broken earth. Not long after her funeral, the nights turned strange. Around midnight his door would fly open and Horris would burst into the yard barefoot, eyes wild, tears running down his face. His voice carried through the whole of Ashwood. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” he would scream, fighting against hands trying to hold him back. Men rushed from their homes, women peered through windows, and Kaelith and I stood shaking in our doorways as he struggled and sobbed. Every night it was the same words, the same terror in his voice.