American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

Flowers, screams, wolf, woman, death. Was my nightmare becoming a reality?

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

He shakes his head again. "Now I allow my voice to change, to deepen, to resonate with the fullness of my incredibly long life. The effect on him is pronounced; he shakes visibly, as if he is suddenly aware that he is sitting next to a monster. But I am not just any monster. I am a vampire, and in many ways, for his sake, that may be the worst monster of all.

She’s 20 years old by now, surely she is a beautiful lady… same as my mother. My head is too occupied that I missed to see the traffic light changed into red, before I realized A sixteen-wheeler truck smash the left side of my car, like a lightning. I bounced many times and a blinding light covers me. There are people around me, a woman with a cherry lip and a figure of a man. I’ve been here before; I saw this before. That’s what my mind is telling me. I am trying to regain my consciousness as I try to figure out who is this woman holding me, or is there even a woman… am I dead? Who are they, they are speaking but my ears cannot hear. I try to be conscious but my eyes were heavy... I cannot

Many things will happen and a certain action. We will see. “Vampire, werewolf, glass gatot or maybe a witch like Harry Potter. Or maybe, you're not human. No, it must be human, right? Right, right!" Laska kept asking Brendi. But that person didn't even answer and still showed his usual face. It's different with Draynes, he keeps trying to control Laska's mind which is getting wilder, caused by what Brendi said. "No, if Sandra hadn't said much, she would have become even more attractive."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

The image of a demonic, clawed creature tearing through my stomach flashed in my mind. My vision blackened with terror. "Don't listen to it!" Kate yelled, grabbing my arm. "It's not real! Think about something." I turned my head slowly to her. But she would soon be a part of this illusion. Damon suddenly screamed, firing two shots into an empty bush. "Get away from me! You’re dead! I buried you in the desert!" He was sweating profusely, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he stared at an empty space. He was clearly seeing ghosts…