Dreaming About Being Haunted Novels & Stories

To feel wanted. As I go to sleep that night, I'm haunted by the same face. Only this time, we’re in a field of dead bodies, coated in their blood.

Eva’s voice is quiet but firm. I nod too quickly. “Yes. Just… tired.” That’s a lie. I’m not tired. I’m terrified. My dreams have always haunted me—flashes of red, sharp screams, the crack of bones. Young women dying. Again and again. I used to wake up crying, gasping, clawing at my own skin. I never told anyone. Not even him. Because deep down, I thought maybe… they were memories. Maybe I was the one killing them.

“Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?” I forced a laugh. “Something like that. Just curious about old stories.” Fiona tilted her head, concern flickering in her eyes. “You’ve seemed off since the full moon night. Is something going on?” I hesitated. “I’m just trying to understand… weird dreams. And changes. Probably nothing.” “Dreams?” she asked softly. “Yeah,” I said, lowering my voice. “A woman who looks like me keeps appearing. She says things like, ‘Your mother needs you,’ and ‘Wake up.’ It feels… real.”

, He has been the one haunting me in my dreams. Gawdddddd!!!!, I sighed in frustration why it had taken me so long to remember that. If he was able to haunt me in my dreams, I wonder the effect he's gonna have on me. Those words, yeah, they all now make a huge big sense to me, they came hitting back at me, the words of the Voodoo woman.

As I closed my eyes, I found myself in a dream-like state, and I started to see visions that were unsettling. In my dream, I saw a figure with a hood covering their face, moving swiftly around the mansion. The figure seemed to be searching for something or someone, and as it passed by each room, I could feel the air become colder. I could sense the figure's malice and could feel my own fear growing with each passing moment.

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

HAILEE. In the midst of the chaotic situation, Hailee found herself caught between an unconscious Clara and a seemingly unhinged Sebastian. Fatigue and confusion settled upon her, pulling at her weary eyelids. Exhaustion claimed her as she drifted into a restless slumber. Within the realm of dreams, Hailee's subconscious mind painted vivid images. She found herself walking alongside her father in an ethereal underground passage, the air thick with mystery and anticipation. Her father led her to a door adorned with a familiar mark, a symbol etched deep into her memory. The door creaked open, revealing a vast chamber filled with treasures and the somber presence of a grave. Hailee's heart race

It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.' For a brief moment, I wondered who Ricky was, a flicker of jealousy arising within me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream.

Every time I tried to approach Harmony, she'd immediately pretend to be busy, and her odd behavior made me uneasy. That night, I found myself unable to sleep, my mind restless. Eventually, I fell into a nightmare, waking up drenched in sweat. The dorm was pitch black, the sky still dark, and I couldn't tell what time it was. Suddenly, I felt something at the foot of my bed. I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net.

"You have dreams about it?" "All the time. Sometimes even with my eyes open." My eyes flung open, as if I just realized what I had said. I hadn't told anyone that I had been seeing him. Sometimes I'd see him in a passing car or in the grocery store. My mind was playing tricks on me. I knew that. But it didn't change the fact that I was scared. It didn't change the fact that I felt like I was being haunted. Damon believed that if I were seeing things, it had to be because I felt guilty. "Do you blame yourself for everything? More than you blame him?"