Campground Nightmare Novels & Stories

Why were women so damn complicated? As Josh neared one of the smaller lakes that fed off the Saint Johns River, he started to detect another animal—a shifter he hadn't come across before—a bear, but definitely not Wes. Slowing, Josh followed the scent through some cypress trees toward an area dense with foliage, almost as if a ring had formed protecting—a camp? His panther blinked slowly as he stared at the makeshift camp in front of him. There was a small two-man, maybe four-man tent, toward the back of the camp, a firepit in front of that, and a small camp table with a chair in front of the tent. A pair of shorts draped over the back of the chair, and other clothes hung from a rope strung

Blame me? I worried at first they would want to camp at the party site, the place where former cheer captain Suzanne Collins was taken over by the creature Cesard, the same place he died in the first light of the sun. I knew if it were the case, it would be a deal breaker for me. No way was I going near where the messed up creature crispy crittered. But to my relief, we ended up on the north end of town in a small campground just opened for the season. Alison picked our site, naturally. We were right on the edge of the woods, closest to the bathroom. Typical. Although, I wasn't complaining. Nothing like staggering through the dark in the middle of the night when I really needed to pee.

Chancing a glance behind me, I realize it’s hot at my tail and pushing my chest forward, I leap over a fallen branch only to crash into the tree. Choking for air, I get up, sweat pouring out of my face and trickling into the space between my breasts. Oh my God, that's why I hate afternoon sleep. I look around and realizing I’m in the comfort of my room, I heave a huge sigh, my breath slowing down to a steady pace. Fuck. I don't understand why I keep having this nightmare since Dad told me we were leaving for Denver. What awaits me? “Lyanna, are you coming?” Mom calls her high-pitched voice close to shrill, carrying through the four walls of the square apartment I’ve known all my life to me.

James The resort, which was situated in a breathtaking area, was easily accessible by car, and I was able to get there on my own. After passing through the gate, the road opened up into a vast field that featured rows upon rows of cabins that were arranged in clusters around a central pool area. The road that led up to the gate was flanked on both sides by trees, but after passing through the gate, it opened up into a completely different landscape. People who wanted to get more exercise had a variety of options available to them, including horseshoe pits, volleyball nets, and tennis courts that were spread out across the grounds. It was something you might see at a campground or RV park, ex

There's no way he's trying to escape his responsibility of being my personal nurse—when I'm the one who took care of him when he's sick! Straight men and their audacity. I stood up from my bed to grab Damian's phone. I should start scheduling appointments from derma clinics after I get out of here. I have to know if this will cause infection—that will be the end of my world. While I'm busy using Damian's phone, I heard a commotion outside of the cabin. Without hesitation, I sprint out of the cabin—leaving Damian's phone on the bed. As I walked outside, I saw the nuns and the other people of the camp surrounding something unknown. It's a UFO—Unidentified F*cking Obstruction of peace.

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

Noah The first light of dawn filters through the willow branches, casting long shadows over our camp. While The Towers were in chaos last night, our campgrounds were not. It was almost peaceful, apart from the screams that shattered our peace. We lay on top of our sleeping bags, tense, getting ready to fight, but the warriors guarding us never sounded the alarm.

As he rose, Rufus opened his tent with a fast flourish. “Sir, something moves in the night beyond our eyes.” Rufus’ face shone in the near to full moonlight, and August read fear. “Is the camp being roused?” He felt silly after the words tumbled from his mouth. “Yes, sir.” As August hurriedly donned his clothes, and pulled on his sandals, he asked, “What is that damnable smell?” “That’s a matter of some debate among the servants, sir,” Rufus quipped sharply, eyes scanning the exterior of the tent. “It’s not from within the camp or the village, like a smell that moves in a cloud or a swarm.”

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

"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