Daycare Nightmare Novels & Stories

The events of the day felt surreal, like some kind of twisted nightmare I couldn't wake up from. "Try to get some sleep," Raymond said gently, dimming the lights. "Tomorrow we start planning." Sleep. How am I supposed to sleep when my parents are prisoners? But exhaustion eventually won out over anxiety, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber. My dreams were dark and twisted, filled with images of burning houses and screaming voices. I saw my parents chained in some dark basement, calling my name, begging me to save them. And standing over them, always standing over them, was Dominic with that cruel smile and those predatory eyes.

Andrew's words are comforting but it does little to stifle my worry. “That’s true,” I admitted, the kids were hardy sleepers. If they woke up even for a second, they would probably only get up to use the restroom and go right back to bed. I shouldn’t worry about them too much but something about this night was causing all of my senses to go wild. The nightmare had so many scenarios that I couldn’t keep them all in my head. I couldn’t keep them all straight. I tried to make sure what we were doing was the best one but there were so many different scenarios and a lot of them ended badly.

Quincy found it hard to reply to Sharon’s question. Her situation sounded kind of creepy. After a brief silence, she said, “I don’t know what’s going on… Although I was kind of worried when I learned that I was pregnant with this child, I was still extremely happy. But last month...I started having nightmares every night.” Sharon frowned after hearing what she said. “Nightmares?” Quincy nodded and said, “Yes, I keep dreaming about my parents passing away in a car crash. They’re always covered in blood, looking terrifying…”

“Babe, don’t worry about her. Tonight’s about us, remember? We’re here to celebrate.” Marnie, his mother, leaned in supportively. “That’s right, sweetheart. Don’t let her ruin the evening. Caelen, maybe you should talk to the staff—have her removed?” Removed? The ignorance of this family was almost comical. They were guests, same as me, and yet they carried themselves like they owned the place. I didn’t say a word. I focused on my menu, made my order swiftly, and leaned back. The calmer I remained, the more agitated Samantha seemed.

I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my vein thumping in my throat. "So before taking another wrong step think about your little friend here," he spoke. He had filled the remaining distance between us and towered over me. I looked at Claire, who was staring back at me. This man has destroyed everything of me before and now, he was back to destroy me. You must be wondering who this man was and why was he after me. So, let's start from the beginning. This story began about a year ago. On my birthday night, that night which became my worst nightmare. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.

He'll suck me dry if I try monetary compensation, and I can’t call my family. As for Christopher’s number…I can’t guarantee his life if I give him the number. Fuck, fine, let's just go. I don’t know why I’m feeling anxious, but it’s probably because of that nightmare. ** My fingernails are short from Reimund’s baking lessons, but I gnaw at them repeatedly in my mouth as I watch the horde of toddlers leave class. Well, it's logically called a class, but with what little they learn, they might as well call it daycare.

And even though I already underwent a lot of therapy to at least lessen the effect of that night, it seems like nothing has changed since then. I will forever bear this nightmare. Damn it! I can’t be like this forever! I have to recover as soon as possible. Or maybe I could just manage to continue pretending to be okay for a long time so that Dad would finally let me get out of here. I need to know what really happened to Jyn. He may not love me anymore. But there is also a possibility that he just can’t go here to take me since my family doesn’t know anything about my relationship with him.

“And holy fuck the cost of daycare!” As he said that, Karan, one of the Shack’s bunnies, came back in and tried to disappear into the background. “Nope, Karan, get up here.” Trigg called motioning for her to join them. “How many of you knew that she was doing online classes for childhood development and education?” Karan blushed as she walked up to the front. “I can’t be a club girl for the rest of my life.” “That’s true. And we’ve discovered that several of our girls work at various daycares and get paid shit.” Brute, the mother houses president, added. “We have a proposal.”

After some stern reprimands that Tony largely tuned out, his shirt was off and the first swing of the wooden dowel made a 'swish and crack' as it struck his back. Tony woke with a start and sat up. They didn't happen frequently but nightmares like that one were enough to wake him up in a cold sweat, totally panicked. Light gently streamed into the room through the gaps in the blinds. He looked over at his 'Marvel' themed alarm clock and saw it was seven twenty-eight. Man, what a wild nightmare. It was so real. He remembered that day as if it were yesterday. How fun. As he ran his hands down his face, he felt tears on his cheeks. He'd had that nightmare specifically a few times over the years

The only other piece of furniture was a small bedside cabinet, one of those cheap fibreboard units that looked as if the only thing keeping it together was a wing and a prayer and the fact it was wedged tight between the bed and the wall. I was clutching the only pillow to my chest, my arms wrapped around it like it was a lifebelt, keeping me afloat. I didn't want to be awake, but when I closed my eyes I saw his – Davey's – wide, bulging pools of terror that told me I'd done this. I might as well have torn open his chest myself and cracked apart his rib cage with my bare hands. I'd brought death to his door. I'd brought death to them all.