Dreaming About Being Haunted Novels & Stories

Ah, the world was much more brighter with my glasses on— It was barely past twelve midnight, yet It felt as though I had slept for a full day. I didn't need to check my calendar to know it was the night of the blood moon, and the same night I always got haunted with that same dream, but this time, I had escaped getting killed. It was eerie as well as fascinating that each time I got those kinds of dreams, it always seemed to happen in real life, it's like I always got only a day in a month's subscription to see into the future.

With the two ladies busy with their chores, I lay in bed and closed my eyes as memories of my dream flooded my mind. It was a scary one. I still can't get the sight of it off my mind. It was bloody. I felt like I was stabbed. But, it wasn't Kael. That bastard didn't hold me like I was held in this dream. He didn't cry like the tears that I could feel on my face. And the yell. It haunted me. It was so primal. So hateful. So painful. I shivered at the thought of it. What the hell was that dream?

he said and that name made my heart clench, “so, you need to tell someone, in case you run into trouble. And I am the only one here and you can’t do it alone either. So, tell me.” I sighed, “I get haunted in my dreams sometimes by the deaths I witnessed on Snowfang mountain. Even my loyal assistant, the men that we found dead and injured…even when you flew off that cliff. Everything keeps replaying in my mind like a fucking movie and I know, I just have to find a solution to it, Malric. I have this looming feeling that we haven’t seen the worst of it yet.” His eyes grew worried as he squinted at me, “You mean, those creatures get worse than that?”

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”

You told me about them and I promised to always be there for you to protect you. I knew what I was talking about, one of my biggest fears. And I had several. Sometimes I had sleep paralysis, it was horrible not being able to move you, I felt like I would be trapped. I told Jay about it, I remember well what I told him: I'm afraid of being trapped in one of my dreams...I mean, in one of my nightmares. I'm afraid of going to sleep and not waking up afterwards. I'm afraid of not knowing if I'm living a reality or if it's all a figment of my imagination. I have many fears.

Both are in so much love with each other. Only one of the dreams still gives me goosebumps. Whenever I see that dream I wake up screaming and swearing. Sometimes I get panic attacks while thinking about the scenes where they both were killed by a person who was wearing a cloak and were eaten by the wild wolves. I never saw what the person looked like or who she was.

In his dream, he had witnessed his majestic palace overrun by Selena, the once-peaceful sorceress, and her sinister zombie army. Gasping for breath, Caleb struggled to shake off the remnants of the nightmarish vision that had haunted him. The memory of Selena's malevolent gaze and the relentless advance of the undead sent shivers down his spine. It felt all too real, as if he had been trapped within the depths of his own fears.

he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me "Just like I suspected, you're being haunted" "Haunted? how?" Tommy sighs at me, I need to hear the priest's opinion too "Ghosts can't possess you, but they can still haunt you, demons to be exact" Tommy gives me that I told you so look "But why would they do that?" "Uhmmm I think is the power you possess they're drawn to it" I remember Tommy mentioning something like that." it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can"

"He did. I could feel it. He did it. I believe in my hallucinations now, but I am not mad." "Ai, it was all your hallucinations and nightmare all along. Because he do drugs you to sleep, you can't deny the fact that while you sleep he would do it. That drugs also help in controlling your mind. That causes you to hallucinate the act, then you believe it is reality all along. Nightmares are normal after such experiences." "Oh my goodness. What have I done? What have I done? Oh no." I cried guiltily as my palm was on my head.

“When I spoke to them before it happened… they kept saying they were being haunted in their dreams.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Haunted?” I echoed. He nodded. “It wasn’t just nightmares. It was… something worse. They said it felt real, as if something—something was inside their minds, twisting their fears into something unbearable.” I swallowed. The warmth of the café suddenly felt stifling, the smell of coffee and pastries no longer comforting but suffocating. “What were they afraid of?” I asked, my voice quieter now. “What could be so terrifying that it… killed them in their sleep?”