Dreaming About Being Haunted Novels & Stories

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

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?"

No one went in or out. Silence filled the room, the ticking of the large clock echoing above their ragged breaths. Hussein murmured, puzzled. Then how do you explain what I saw in my dream? Was it just a dream? Or did I kill him... in my sleep? Miranda's voice dropped to a whisper. "I think there's... a spirit haunting this villa. I saw its shadow in my room... and I saw it again at Sid's burial." Hussein rubbed his tired face, his voice weak.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

“We’d protect you too, you know. Whatever’s haunting you—you're not alone in it.” Still, the nightmare that triggered it all played on a loop in my mind. I couldn’t escape it. Every night, it returned like an unwanted guest, pulling me from sleep in cold sweats. Jake and Lucas would always try to comfort me, asking what haunted me. But I wasn’t ready to tell them—not yet. "I wish I could sleep without waking up drenched in fear," I whispered, voice barely audible. "It’s like my mind won’t let me forget." Jake's thumb brushed gently across my knuckles. “You don’t have to talk about it until you're ready. Just don’t shut us out.”

I wish I was just a dog or a cat. My thoughts of them watching me like this scare me a lot. Maybe I am just imagining things? Maybe, they weren’t here. It is just a illusion. Why do they keep haunting me every night? I no longer opened my eyes because I felt like someone was still looking at me. My hair is still standing on end. I don’t know how many minutes or hours I’ve been blindfolded. I am no longer sleepy because of what I saw.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

, she said. She sighed heavily and sat up, keeping her eyes on me the whole time. I returned her gaze with concern filling my eyes. “I don't know what to do. I am tired of being haunted every night by people I love doing things to hurt or scare me”, she said. I arched my brow at her. “Has this happened before? Have you had dreams like this before?”, I asked. I watched as a nervous look flashed across her face before she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and nodded slowly.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.