Novel & Cerita Dreaming About Being Haunted

she said. “What did you see?” Randolph asked. “Nothing much. Except lycans that often chased me in my dreams, and then there was the stranger. He said he wanted me or someone dead.” I paused and exhaled. “Unfortunately, I couldn't see the person he was showing me- And I heard a mixture of masculine and feminine laughter, it sounded evil. Roots of trees emerged from the ground and pushed me into a ditch, that was when I lost consciousness.” “Hmm.. Your story, it’s quite different from the others,” my host said. She smiled and straightened up. “At least there’s progress, we’ll get you healed in no distant time,” she added.

I wanted the place to be as dark as I felt inside. Now and then, I drifted into fitful bouts of sleep where I had nightmares of Jason running to me at the creek, aflame. His agonized cries sounded so real, so vivid, it was almost as if I was hearing him burn as he and his family died in the fire. By the end of the third day in my room, my visions of Jason had progressed from dreams to vivid hallucinations, with his face haunting me in the pitch-dark room. It wasn’t until I finally turned on my lights that I stopped seeing him lurking over me everywhere I turned. I was gradually losing my mind. He was haunting me, and for good reason. If it weren’t for me, he would still be alive.

I have to wake up before something goes wrong. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" She asked. I shook my head. "She is not my mother and this is all just a sweet dream." I muttered multiple times like I was chanting a mantra. I pinched my cheeks hard to wake myself up but it didn't work. She was still in front of me, looking at me confused and wondering what I was doing. "I'm not dead, Hailey." She blurted out. Did I suddenly have the ability to see ghosts or something?

I am too afraid to move, too anxious for what will I see down there, will there be blood seen? I was wailing hard and crying nonstop... please... pleasee... let it be just a dream!! "I...I was dreaming right?" I asked my self, more to entertained my shattered feeling. "Yess... it must be a dream! There wouldn't be a ghost who rape human randomly in the middle of the night! No ghost can make a physical contact with human."

Then I heard a high pitched scream that hurt my ears , I cover them but I can't but crying, I woke up screaming from the pain I felt in my ears , finally awake . I saw blood all over my hands reaching to my sleeves, I was terrified by the blood I stared at it as I felt what I am seeing ,the blood in my hands , my eyesight is hazy going right and left , I can't focus , that great headache I can't stop it , I touched my head I was moaning , I felt something wet yet warm poured down to my neck , I felt it was drenching from inside of my ears , suddenly the doors were slammed hard and i imagined a ghost of big man leaving my room , I was almost about to scream again , I though I was still asl

Leesa said glumly, “it might not be the only thing it triggered. Dr. Clerval’s eyes widened with interest. “What do you mean?” “I’ll tell you in a minute,” Leesa replied. “But can we stick to the dreams just a bit longer? I can understand why the one dream has to do with a vampire, given everything that happened last semester. But zombies? I have no idea where that’s coming from. Why am I suddenly dreaming about dead people returning to life? And is it truly happening? Or is someone just digging up bodies as a prank? Even if it’s just a prank, why am I dreaming about it?” She smiled. “That’s a lot of questions, I know. Do you know anything about zombies?”

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

CHRIS "You cannot escape your destiny!" Those words hunted me day and night. Those were the same words that being had said in my dream, it haunted me every time I tried to get my mind off it. Most times, the being appeared in my sleep, but this time it wasn't trying to attack me. It just stood there, repeating those words until I jolted myself awake in fright.

She ignored this fact every day and lived her life around a completely meaningless vendetta. She was ready for another research session, and when she turned to sit down in front of the computer, she saw a shadow pass before her eyes and disappear. Irma’s heart nearly burst out of her mouth. She ran down the hallway, but there was no one there. Sometimes, Irma thought it was a figment of her imagination or the effect of the medication she had been taking on her own. However, for some time now, the figure of Gina had been haunting Irma, appearing to her in the rooms of the house. She had constant nightmares and heard her daughter’s voice calling out to her.