Dreaming About Being Haunted Novels & Stories

I had no way to connect to the outside world since I started working as a slave named Zero here in Daemon’s mansion. I had gotten used to living like this but the nightmares were new. It had started occasionally, the once-in-a-blue-moon stuff, but over the past few weeks, I had been having them more frequently, and since the start of this new week, it was now a nightly ritual and I didn't know why it was happening. It was different from the dreams I first had during my first nights in the dungeons. They were dreams of my fear and the guilt would rip right through my heart. But these were different, there was something I couldn't figure out whenever it happened. These were terrorizing dreams

“You mean the whole ‘two incredibly hot guys suddenly noticing you exist’ weird? Or the ‘you’ve been having spooky dreams and hearing wolves at night’ weird?” I gave her a sharp look. “How do you know about dreams?” “You talk in your sleep sometimes. Plus, I’ve known you since we were five. You get that haunted look when you’ve had one.” I sighed. “It’s just… I keep dreaming about them. Rowan and Zander. And not in a romantic fantasy kind of way. It’s more like—” “You’re caught between them.” “Yeah,” I whispered. “Like I’m the rope in some invisible tug-of-war and no one told me the rules.”

I turn to my beta, his face creased with concern. “Are you okay? I’ve been calling your name. You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’ve been calling your name for a while.” His eyes assessing me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His gaze hardened. “Did you sense something? Henry? Red Moon?” My shoulders slumped as the truth hit me. I'd been daydreaming about my dead children. “No,” I said quietly. “It’s not that.”

"Hey, don't do that. Please." "Then don't cry either. It's just like when Mama cries, I always cry too." "Your mama cries?" "Yeah, every night. And each time I ask her why, she always says there's this hideous monster that's always in her dreams." Was it figuratively or literally, but Diam could not help but think there was no better way to depict him than as a 'hideous monster'. But the thrilling part was that he haunts her dreams, same way she haunts his. Glad he wasn't the only one suffering from this ordeal.

She sensed it the first time she stared at the woods-and chalked it off as her creative drive, didn't she? Her dreams. She shuddered, the one of constant death, her death. 'Is it going to come true?' All through the classes, she couldn't stop her mind from thinking about that man. She couldn't, though. She was plagued by the memories. The smell. It was too much. She tried to put a full stop to her thoughts. When the school was over, Aurora decided to take some time to get to know this town. She had to. She had to make sure if it was really haunted or not. She had to understand this place before she could actually feel comfortable here.

Like I was seeing through her eyes. I knew it was probably my own stress manifesting in my head at night as I slept, but whenever I had those dreams they stuck with me the next day, haunting my thoughts until I forcibly pushed them aside. One frequent visual that haunted me most, was a pair of soft brown eyes. I couldn't see the face they belonged to, but every once in a while they would appear in my unconscious mind and an obsessive feeling would completely take over me. It got to the point that I sometimes found myself picturing them when I was awake.

But in that same moment, I saw the memory of his eyes changing color, the ghosts, the supernatural things that haunted my dreams. I flinched, pulling away. Austin saw the fear and sadness on my face. His smile faded, replaced by something hurt and worried. “Are you scared of me?” he asked. “Because I’m a monster?” I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered. Then I pushed away, skating to the edge. I slipped off my skates, grabbed my bag, and hurried out of the rink. That night, my dreams were filled with shadows. I was back in the office, the lights flickering, the air cold. A female ghost lunged at me from behind the desk. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

I had seen them in my dreams, no- it was a nightmare, they were doing unthinkable things to humans, monstrous things as they destroyed and plummeted our very existence into a state of Armageddon. The things I saw just a few moments ago still haunting and tormenting me as I suddenly pushed hard against Rafe’s form, tears falling from my eyes as I began to sob. He merely stood there, his jaw pulled taught and his brows knitted together, not trying to come near me in any way. Could he sense what I had seen, did he know the horrors that had been and was yet to come.

#French quarter# #Dark magic mojo# #supernatural world# Looks like you all came from the lineage of psychos ♥Elena's POV♥ To be honest, I have had my own fair share of bad dreams. Nightmares like when my brain conjures up monsters in form of witches who suction my soul out of my body, drive me through the ancestral plane, and tries to murder me in my dream world. They sometimes come in form of a vision, a dreadful illusion, or a spiritual war zone.

"How is it possible for Drexton to recognise her? The disguise, the masking of her scent, everything." Dr Felix was about to reply when they heard a scream. "She's awake," Nikita muttered, and they all ran upstairs. Inside, Hazel was staring into space, her eyes still carried the same horror, and her fingers trembled over the gripped duvet. "Hazel," Nikita called and sat beside her. "Calm down. Everything is fine." Hazel didn't reply, still shaken by the whole event. She's never been the type to believe in ghosts. Ghost doesn't exist, and shouldn't exist, but she saw her mother. Has she come to haunt her, or maybe take her soul?