Dream Catcher Horror Movie Novels & Stories

Stellan was dumbfounded; he can do nothing but to watch Renata scream and whimper in pain. Outside the room, there is Vida, Dion, and the others, who overheard Renataʼs screams. They were chilled and terrified. Leones was covering his ears, Dion was pitiful; Fritz closed her eyes and grinded her teeth; Ender was punching the wall, blaming himself; and Vida burst out her tears. The sudden change took Renataʼs mom away. This was the day when Renataʼs sweet dreams started to become nightmares. To be continued . . .

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

"If we don't start now, the meeting is over." I didn't dare look up. When I first set up the projector, I had accidentally connected to the wrong Wi-Fi, and now the giant screen displayed his desktop wallpaper—my cat. It had once been an ugly little mess that could scare neighborhood kids, but I had edited it into a fluffy, bright-eyed little prince, perched on the windowsill and posing cutely for the camera. I had spent three hours editing it to perfection and stored it in a private album that even my mom hadn't seen. Yet now, it sat on Yoel's screen, gazing innocently at the whole company.

I have to save Joar, so don't show any fear. Far away, she hears Vimar calling her name. The sound is getting closer now, becoming clearer. Some of the oxygen is returning. She's breathing. Vimar's voice is now being heard even more closely. "Indra! You're dreaming. Wake up, Indra. Wake up!" Vimar gently slaps her in the face. Indra opens her eyes and stares blankly at Vimar, without really seeing him. The sun is behind him, shaping his face into a black silhouette.

she then fanned herself with excitement on her chest. Fantasy was real. Maybe unicorns exist someplace. Or mermaids. Or Human snake. No, not the human snake. But unicorns! Daeira was happily jumping inside her room, unable to notice the unusual presence of cricket outside the tree in the garden. Just before she can close the window, it got inside the room and successfully hid under her bed. After she had washed up herself in the bathroom, Daeira retired to bed with a happy face, and when she closed her eyes, a subtle release of smoke filled the room, sending her into a nightmare that would haunt her.

From what I'd read in fairy tales and children's books, witches were evil fairies that pretty much did all sorts of evil deeds…was I supposed to do something like that? Cameron tightened his hand on mine, as if he understood what was going through my mind. When I looked up at him, he gave me a reassuring smile. It helped take some of my worries away. We stopped on the second floor and Darcia knocked on the third door to the right. It had an ornate dream-catcher right at the entrance, made with beads and crystals rather than feathers. A girl opened the door almost immediately, looking at the five of us as if she had already been expecting us here. Which wasn't all that surprising if I conside

) (voice echoed. No! I screamed out of bed from the same nightmare, gasping, craving for water. I held onto my cheek and pulled my hair backward. Ciara woke up suddenly in fear, she switched on the light beside her and held onto me. "what is wrong? You tremble, do you need water?" I nodded to her. "I will get you some," she hurried to my bedside to get water, but the jug was empty. "gosh, I'd just go downstairs to get some."

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .