Alone Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

Carina solemnly said. "Are you worried about Lona's warning?" "Uhuh. I also keep getting nightmares these days." She closes her eyes. The vivid images of her nightmares flashed by her mind. A dark and tall shadow is creeping out from under her bed. It's slowly approached her with a wide grin on its smoldered face. Its nails are long and sharp. Carina trembled in fright as she remembers its dangerous glints, full of vengeance and malice towards her. That shadow tried to touch her stomach while cackling boisterous laughter. Its laughter resounding in her dim-lit room, and Carina jolted up from her sleep, screaming in horror and fear.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

It was going to shake her focus and Ana didn’t know how she was going to utter a complete sentence if the man realized she was the person with whom he had had a one night stand. Ana realized now why his house looked like one of those you would see in a magazine, artfully decorated and all that. And she understood why the man had a fucking driver for fuck's sake. Who had drivers these days anymore? Jack Knight apparently. She heard his voice again and clenched her legs. It was giving her flashbacks. Her brain kept on replaying the memories she could remember. And his deep and husky voice was not helping matters. Cum for me, princess. Ana clenched her legs and bit her lip. She looked at the wa

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

Slowly I close my eyes and everything fades to black. ============================= I jerk up into a sitting position and realize I'm not at my parents house, I've been kidnapped and placed into a dingy room. God, my nightmares will never go away. My parents have literally left memories in my mind that will torment me for the rest of my life. And since I had the nightmare, there is no more sleeping tonight, so I just sit on the cot and slowly rick myself back and forth, letting the tears fall down my cheeks.

The fucking psycho! Dad had to go to work. He told the doctors to look after me and he would come get me in the evening. I was alone for most of the day. I tried to sleep, but the nightmares haunted my sleep. In my nightmares, I was drowning and Aston stood over my head, laughing maniacally. It was such a dramatic dream but it made sleep impossible for me. I tried to read one of the books I found on the table. By late afternoon, someone knocked on my door.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

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.

a voice called out, muffled and distorted by the door. It was so close, so hollow, the kind of sound that stretched unnervingly in the quiet of the night. They were lying, still trying to deceive me. But one thing I was certain of—they weren't Wayne. At that moment, I wished desperately for a neighbor to hear the noise and chase them away with angry complaints. No one came. Instead, the beeping of the electronic lock broke the silence. They were trying to unlock my door! Beep beep beep. Incorrect password. Beep beep beep…

Lena was five years old when the nightmares started. Alina woke to her daughter’s screams echoing through the hall. She was moving before consciousness fully returned, Kaden right beside her through the bond. They found Lena sitting up in bed, golden light pulsing from her small hands. Her eyes were open but unfocused, seeing something that wasn’t there. “Lena, wake up,” Alina said, kneeling beside the bed. “Baby, it’s just a dream.” Lena’s eyes focused. The light faded. She threw herself into Alina’s arms, sobbing.