Dead By Daylight: Stranger Things Chapter Novels & Stories

Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat. So… why is my heart beating like a trapped rabbit if I’m dead? And if I was not, then what was this place? I couldn’t possibly be dead. Could I? [Player 09. Player 013. Reaper 077. Head to the Exit. Bus doors will be open for survived players after dawn.] An old man from seat number 09 stood and waited at the entrance of the door. He didn’t seem scared at all. As if he was used to all of this.

Lily gasps, heart thudding against her chest. She stands on the dumpster for a better view, her fingers are shaking while bringing the camera into view. There's a figure coming out of the shadows wearing a hoodie and a cap; features of his face cannot be distinguished. What happens next is dark and chaotic: men with guns, yelling, the figure in the hoodie pacing back and forth. The man in the hoodie stops. The screams of the family bound to chairs rise-the chaos, pleading, shouting— Then, the gunfire. BANG The echo rings inside her skull, standing appalled, as just in front of her very eyes, this whole family is getting murdered.

She takes my hand, and the moment her skin touches mine, my head snaps back and everything fades— ⸻ We’re standing on an empty airfield, chaos erupting around us. Our people clash with humans and sharply dressed rogues. But it’s the glowing eyes watching from the forest that tell me—we’re not alone. Then suddenly, both Drake and I drop. Darts pierce our throats. Our hearts still. We don’t move again. Baylee and Caden come sprinting across the road, their screams echoing through the air. But the fight doesn’t stop—it gets worse.

“I was too scared. She’s too small to make it through the tunnel. I had no way of getting her out.” “Where's the place?” I demanded, my voice thick with frustration. “Where's she kept?” “I really don't know, Damon. I was never allowed out. I couldn't grasp what the place looked like, although it very much looked like an old and abandoned factory. But, when I got out through the tunnel after hours of swimming under the water, I found myself at a graveyard. I was so terrified to see that I had arrived at a cemetery that I started to run.” She crouched.

The other day I saw something disturbing it had to do with Ellie it was late at night I got up to use the toilet I saw Ellie having what looked like a conversation with the other huge dog I didn't know. Being me I just shrugged it off. I had no knowledge on how it got into the house but it was there in the living room I thought it was just a dream because it didn't last long the minute I came out of the toilet it was not there I tried to ask Ellie about it but he looked like he didn't know what I was saying so I let it go. Strange things have been happening in my house I have noticed a couple of them maybe it's the man who comes in my dream that means he is back cause the other night I heard

Linda warned. " Yes, I won't ". She replied and they continued with what they were doing. ********** Later in the night, Maya was having a nightmare, as she kept tossing her head. She dreamt of being tied to a chair in a dark room and her mouth was tied up, she tried screaming and calling for help, but she couldn't. Then someone appeared in front of her holding a knife. " You ruined my life and I will make sure I kill you!". The Strange voice said angrily, she raised the knife and tried stabbing her in her tummy.

The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully. His gaze stops on me. And something inside my chest reacts instantly. The connection network flares. Bright. Violent. He notices. His head tilts slightly. “Primary anomaly confirmed.” Dylan moves closer to me instantly. “What do you want?” The stranger turns his gaze toward Dylan. For a moment— The air between them grows unbearably tense. “You are the second anchor,” the stranger says. Dylan doesn’t flinch. “Try again.” The stranger blinks slowly.

Unnoticed, forgotten. Ethan stirred awake. Sunlight spilled across the suite, and he reached for a glass of water. His eyes caught the necklace. The delicate gold chain. Heart-shaped pendant. He held it like a treasure, something precious, priceless, the weight of it heavy in his palm. A strange smile crossed his lips. Even without a name, even without a face, Ethan knew something had changed. That night, a thread had been tied between two strangers — a thread he would carry, unknowingly, for years to come.

Then to my bleeding palm. His expression changed. Not much. Enough. “There it is,” he whispered. The cut across my palm pulsed. Silver light moved beneath the skin. I looked down. My blood was not glowing. Not exactly. But the red had silver threaded through it now, thin and bright as lightning trapped under glass. My stomach turned. “What is happening to me?” The stranger stepped closer to the broken window. Damien growled. “Cross that threshold,” Damien said, voice low and lethal, “and I will rip your throat out.”

Well, he does feel comfortable with him around tho. *ring….ring…ringgg….* Blaine wake up from his thoughts when his phone suddenly rang *Jake calling* “Hello?” Blaine ask while getting off the bed “Blaine…” the voice on the other line sounds weird “Did something happen?” “Phantom Night strikes again” “What?! When?!” He looks shocked. Of course, they never heard about Phantom Night murdering someone these past few days so they thought that he lay low from his killings but now it happened “Last night. And Blaine?”