Dreaming About Being Haunted Novels & Stories

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

Jia sighed, "That's right. I can see some things that other people don't." I expected it. But I am still surprised. "...Can you see ghosts and spirits?" "You can say that." I clenched my fist. "...Then can you see if I am haunted?" Jia was surprised. "...Haunted?" "I have always felt it. It is always in my dreams, at the bottom of my heart, in the depth of my consciousness. I am haunted. But the problem is I don't know what is haunting me."

She would desperately attempt to run, to scream, but either the land would crumble beneath her feet, swallowing her whole in the world, until she woke up gasping for air. The dreams haunted her daily, tormenting her with the reality of the world outside the realm of sleep. Gilly's spirit seemed to linger in the edges of reality sewn into the very fabric that would keep the pack whole. She saw haunts of her in reflections-a fast glimpse of white hair in the window, an alabaster hand grazing the bark of a tree, eyes glaring at her from the crown of the rippling river. Once in a while, and gradually more frequently, there would come the sound of her name-followed by a clever little unspoken win

She hates lies, they ruin lives without meaning to, she hates to be lied to most! And the fact that this man has been haunting her dreams is really something she should be terrified about. In all those dreams, there is never a time she gets to hold onto what is happening, it will vanish as soon as she wakes up leaving only the fact that he is the one she saw in her dreams. She sometimes don't sleep afraid she will see him again parading her dreams which makes her other sister Jiddah worried, she is always worried though. Even her father said she don't get good sleep nowadays and they thought she was thinking about her older sister Zara and that is why she couldn't sleep.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

WILLOW I have been having nightmares. Strange dreams where I’m being haunted. In my dreams, I am always running away from some faceless dark force and every single time, I end up underground, in a dark room, akin to a basement. Creepy as hell. Having these dreams have been sucking the strength out of my bones. They’ve definitely been a distraction, especially with all the exams I have to prep for.

I fell to my death from the 33rd floor. I died with my eyes open. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened. But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.

Maybe the fresher the meat, the more alluring. It haunts my dreams. It started way before I was told that I’d be visiting my grandma. Nightmares of a large wolf with black fur and vivid blue eyes stalking me. The dreams felt so real that I refused to leave my room for weeks. It was rubbed off as trauma, but it's been eight years since mom died and the first nightmare didn’t come to haunt me until I turned eighteen, six years ago.

It's a decision I've come to regret deeply, as it seems to have only invited more darkness into my life. The ghostly figure of my stepfather, Mike, haunts my dreams quite frequently. He pursues me with accusing eyes in these nightmares, making me feel deeply afraid and holding me responsible for his death. What makes it all the more terrifying is that I'm usually rendered powerless in these dreams, trapped in the form of my younger self and unable to fight back against his ghostly presence. It seems like my prior trauma has become ingrained in my subconscious, causing these terrifying visions to torment me constantly.

“I keep dreaming about him, Arnold. It's like he's haunting me, and I don't know how to make it stop.” Arnold's expression softens, and he reaches out to pull me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the horrors of my own mind. “Don’t worry, I’m here, Hazel.” He murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “You're safe with me. Tell me about your dreams. What happened?” I take a shaky breath, steeling myself to relive the nightmare that's been haunting me for weeks now. “Two nights ago,” I begin, my voice trembling with the memory. “I dreamed that Hunter... he... he was... he was raping me.”