Cerita Nightmare Side Paling Seram Novels & Stories

[A barren divorcee trying to seduce the heir of the Colombo family. Below the message was a blurred photo. The faces weren’t clear, but the background was unmistakable. The hotel lobby. This morning. Dave and I. My hands began to shake. The phone slipped from my fingers, hit the floor, and shattered. The door creaked open. I lifted my head—and there she was. Arias. Her lips curved slowly as her eyes dropped to the shattered phone on the floor. “I see you got some bad news,” she said sweetly. “Your phone even fell. It must be really bad.”

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

Andy was surprised to hear those words from her, at first he wanted to keep this a secret but was discovered by Celica, so Andy had to tell her everything: "I had a terrible nightmare, I saw a demon thirty times bigger than myself and he killed me in my dream." Celica showed a thoughtful expression and started taking out a book from her blue backpack, the book seemed quite old and the cover contained eight different colored stones red, yellow, blue, green, jade green, indigo, brown, white and black. But the only two gems that light up are blue and black, but that black glow more intensely when near Andy. Celica made a serious face and began to explain everything, she said:

I was having trouble falling asleep as I couldn’t get that torture scene out of my mind, and it only got weirder from the torture scene. When I’d managed to fall asleep, I was back in that room. The two men had collapsed to the ground, blood dripping down their backs like I was watching some horror show.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

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.

Then another nightmare hit me. I was standing in a white room. Everything around me was empty. Then she appeared. The woman from my first nightmare. Maledicta. She smiled. “You lived.” I couldn't move. “Good.” She stepped closer. “I need your blood.” I woke up screaming. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. The doors burst open. Lucien and Kiran entered at the same time. Then they saw each other. Both growled. I stared at them. “Can you two stop?”

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

But whenever I have someone beside me since Miracle and Aasiyah are often asked to sleep beside me, I can sleep with the light off. And they don’t have to open all the lights around the house. Just inside my room is enough. And I also stopped barricading my balcony door. I took out my thick curtain and replaced it with something nice but the grills remained for added security. Slowly, I am finally getting back my sense of safety inside our own house. The nightmares have stopped coming to me but that doesn’t mean that I forgot what happened and it is already gone. I am still scared and it is not something that I can just erase in my memories.