Dream Cringe Novels & Stories

For a few minutes, however, he let the gentle pressure on his chest just stay in the spot it was. She moved slightly and lifted her head. "Oh, God.", she said and looked wide-eyed at him. "I think you got cold Princess.", he said softly. "Oh god, oh god, oh god.", she said as she turned over quickly and tried to Justin her head. "Please let this be a nightmare." "A nightmare?", he asked as he turned to face her as she tried to Justin her head. "Yeah, you know one of those dreams where you are naked in school.", she whispered.

Mira stood in the doorway of her best friend’s apartment, water dripping from her soaked clothes onto the floor. The rain outside pounded hard against the windows and roof. It had started as a light shower when she arrived, but now it was a full storm with thunder cracking every few minutes. She had come to visit her best friend, Lena, but Lena had stepped out for a quick errand and was not back yet. Only Lena’s boyfriend, Jake, was home. Mira avoided looking directly at him. She had been doing that for months now. Jake was tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms from working out. His dark hair was a little messy, and his jaw was sharp. Every time she saw him, her mind filled with the sam

Well, that scared me. I looked behind and … “AHHH HOLY SHIT.” I scream as I practically fly out of bed like a bird and ‘perch’ on the floor. “Stay behind me.” He holds the flip flop tightly and tries to face the danger head on. “Ugheh skejwikkl. What is that.” I made incoherent noises of disgust as I was filled with the cringe feeling similar to that of nails on a chalkboard. This might be much more horrifying than any ghost movie I have ever seen.

My knees were jelly already, shaking like leaves on a windy Autumn day. Even blinking became a chore. I tried to retreat carefully, but knew it was useless. It had seen me already. It was looking at me. Finally, it came out, and the light of my dying candle brought out its features. The Cryogen. A gasp left me. It felt like it had jumped right out of the painting. How could…? How could I be facing such? Was it a dream? My breath began to come out in shallow gasps, and my weak legs managed to take a step back, only to crash into something. It fell and I stepped on it, with a sickening crunch.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

I asked looking at him sharply. I can clearly remember that I lost consciousness after sipping green tea after brunch with Min Junho. "I have to do it. Because you would refuse if I take you home," Min Junho replied. "This is outrageous Min Junho. However you can talk about it well. Not pushy like this." My return to New York will make it more difficult for me to communicate with Ha Mino and meet my body. Especially when I was in a trance some time ago. I had seen Kim Hana's soul-filled body start to find out about herself through electronic media articles. As if she increasingly believed that the person who took the Daydream script was not herself, whom she thought was Lee Umji.

When I don't hear another sound after a while, I go back to sleep. "Anna!" I hear someone scream right next to me and I freeze. It is an eerie sound that causes all of my warning bells to go off in my head, but when I don't move, nothing happens. I lay there completely still for several hours with the sweat dripping down my face and I feel like I am going to die tonight. It's an inexplicable feeling of dread and sadness, but it's very real. "Anna." The scream is even louder now and it sounds like it's coming from inside my head.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

She wanted to escape the nightmare that had taken hold of her, but it seemed to have a relentless grip on her thoughts and emotions. A cry escaped her lips, and it only got louder and more desperate as the torment in her dream intensified. She struggled to distinguish between reality and the chaotic images that besieged her mind. Her body contorted, and the sheets tangled around her, mirroring the turmoil within. As the nightmarish cycle continued, Jada's breathing became more erratic, her moans more pronounced. The pain in her head was unbearable, and she felt as though she was drowning in a sea of emotions and memories.