Animatronics Nightmare Novels & Stories

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

It's all real; he's here, a reality that sends chills down my spine. He reaches out to my hand, which is placed over the bed. My heart races with conflicted emotions sparking within me. Anger seeped through, and I screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!" He paused, cold eyes locking onto mine, amusement playing in his dark gaze. His lips curled up at the corner, a sinister expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Mate," Sasha's voice echoed in my head, a whisper escaping my lips as my strength drained away. "Please let me go," I pleaded, desperate for an escape from this chilling reality.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

I was anything but. Last night replayed over and over in my head like a song stuck on loop. The way he’d claimed me. The way he’d touched me. The way I hated that I hadn’t pushed him harder to stop. I was drowning in it. And the worst part? He acted like nothing happened. Not a glance. Not a word. Not even when Peter Mallon, sleazy RidgeTech executive and certified snake walked past me with an extra-long stare this morning. Mr. Andrews stood at the podium, poised, cold, commanding, fielding questions like the arrogant bastard he was born to be.

Gloss POV The sound that came from the speakers wasn’t human. It was a thousand fragments stitched into one, soft, mechanical, but almost tender. Adrian’s hologram flickered under the stage light, his features half-formed, half-glitch, like he couldn’t decide whether to exist or vanish. The air in the hall had gone heavy. No one moved. Not the guests, not the staff, not even Dream. It was as if the entire building was holding its breath. I could feel the static prickling against my skin, the faint buzz of corrupted data vibrating through the floor. The projection wasn’t local. It wasn’t coming from any of our internal systems. Whatever this was, it was remote, buried somewhere deeper than ev

“Oh, God, Mama, I don’t know. Go first; maybe it’ll give me an idea.” “Mortal Kombat. I will watch that movie repeatedly, and there’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to it.” “God, the special effects were awful. I got it. Thirteen Ghosts. It’s not a great film, but as you say, I can watch it on repeat.” “Aye, Thirteen Ghosts was a great movie, and the Black actress actually made it to the end.” “Would the two of you be interested in dessert?” our waiter asked. “Cheesecake?” I asked.

Ally thought. Quickly Collier lowers himself to her and guided himself in until her body swallowed him whole. He filled her so much she couldn’t even tell where he ended and she began. His movements were so smooth and Ally was so wet. Another moan escaped her lips and he sucked on her neck while playing with her clit with his hand. It was so overwhelming and unlike anything she had ever experienced. The orgasm that shuttered both of them next was something neither had ever experienced before. They came undone together and then fell asleep in each other’s arms completely wrecked and happy.

I stayed right behind her, my guns barking as I picked off snipers in the rafters, my movements fluid, dodging the stray silver bullets that whined past my ears. It was gruesome. Blood slicked the marble. The night was filled with the sounds of sirens and the wet crunch of bone. I saw the police cruisers in the distance, their lights flashing, but they stayed back. This was a war of gods and monsters, and they were only human. "We're losing!" a voice echoed from the intercom. "RELEASE THE BEASTS! RELEASE THEM NOW!" And then a sound tore through the building that made my blood run cold. It was a distorted, electronic-sounding roar. One of their lab-made abominations—a creature with no soul, o

Hamdan did not ask, but instead took the robot again while looking at me alternately with the strange creature. “Are you afraid of some kind of ghost like this? Seriously, hahahahaha!” Hamdan laughed. “Aishh, the shape is very scary. It's like chucky doll, and marriage to the ghost kuntilanak belongs to your country. Throw it away Hamdan, I can't stand the sight of it!" I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me.

"We use Neodymium super magnets charged with electricity to keep them from moving more than a few inches. What we find interesting is they seem to know and don't fight it. They almost go into a coma-like state after they realize they can't escape." It's time to look at the reason for my nightmares. Their flesh is a dark gray with twisted muscle for arms and legs that doesn't look like it should twist in those directions. Patches of short dark hair cover most of their bodies. Long, lethal claws extend out at the end of all extremities. The genitalia is gone on both or they're female or they had none to begin with. Why is he showing me this? It's wrong and they should be killed. This will be a