Alone Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

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.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

"How did you sleep?" "I-I had a nightmare..." Her tone is low and she hugs my body, holding herself to me again. I let out a heavy sigh. Abby has had nightmares before, but never like this. Always the same man, always the same voice. “What was he like?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm. She hesitates, biting her lower lip. Her eyes are lost somewhere in the distance in the room. “I never see his face…” Her voice is a whisper. “But he calls me “little one”. And I know he’s smiling…”

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

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.

he whispered, his voice trembling. “Bad dreams? Are you having nightmares, honey?” I asked with concern in my voice. “Yes, really scary ones. Granny said they would stop when you were back. But… I’m scared, Mommy,” Neil said with tears in his eyes. My heart shattered. I never wanted him to suffer. Raymond sat beside him, gently smoothing back his hair. "We're here now, buddy," he assured him softly. "The nightmares can't hurt you when we're all together."

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

School1 Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a fragment, really. Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime.

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to