Beautiful Nightmare Novels & Stories

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

There was no escape from him, no escape from this life. I turned the TV off quickly, but the silence that followed felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. And then, Brax’s voice. Louder now. Angrier. Closer. His screams rumbled through the walls, mixing with the sound of his destruction. He was in a rage. And all I could do was sit here, paralysed by the fear of what would happen next. The phone rang again. I threw it on the bed, turning away, trying to block it out. The sound of the ringing, the yelling—it was all becoming too much. My ears were filled with noise, with chaos, with the screams of everything crashing down around me.

The music abruptly changed to a warbling sound of a record being scratched as the knife flashed across the girl’s throat. Her eyes sprang open in shock as blood gushed out of her neck. She grabbed at the wound, desperately trying to hold the skin together. Her eyes pleaded and her mouth helplessly opened and closed like a fish out of water. Boris, still smiling, simply stepped around her, took the hands of the skeleton, and started dancing. The music started up again as the girl staggered out of the frame. “GOOOD EEEEEVNINK!” boomed a voice. “VELL-COMME TO SAWW-TER-DEEY NIIGHTMARES!” Then a sudden gasp and an awful gurgle as the girl’s face sprang back into view.

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

The nightmare is the same as always. In it, I’m in a dark room, unable to move, talk, or do anything, even breathe. The breathing tubes attached to my body do the job of breathing for me. All I can do is lay there immobile in terror as a mentally deranged Charlotte advances on me with a poison-filled syringe. As always, I wake up screaming before she plunges the needle into me in the dream.

Nightmare Come here you ugly fucking fat bitch. I whimpered in fear and tried to hide but he found me. Yanking me out by the hair he threw me to the floor. He slapped my face and screamed in it. My lip was bleeding and I kept begging for him to stop. You are so fucking stupid he roared and hit me again. My girls coming in crying and begging him to stop had no affect on him but what made me scream in terror was when he started to beat them.

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..

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

I thought random sex was all I needed, but I was so wrong it’s almost funny. I close my eyes, allowing my body to relax as Grace’s breathing becomes heavier while she goes back to sleep. I don’t know how long it took me to sleep, but when I do, the nightmares come back crashing. The scream leaves Grace’s mouth with the terror on her face while her mother is dead on the floor. Her eyes blame me while she falls on her knees, crying over her dead mother’s body.