Dreaming About Being Haunted Novels & Stories

#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?

Ruben added. "SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT US, FAG!!" Rudy grabbed my the strand of my hair and pulled it. There was pain, and I felt it. I couldn't scream for I knew it was a dream, however the terror felt like real. The dead can never come back but they can haunt you all night. If only there was a way for the writer to soothe my tormented soul, but this is my fate and this is my story. I closed my eyes hoping that will fade. Thank God they did.

My heart hammered so hard it hurt. I stumbled back to bed, clutching the sheets to my chest. My aunt’s words echoed faintly in my memory: You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Maybe I had. Maybe I was the ghost, haunting myself with things I shouldn’t want, people I shouldn’t think about... just because I gained attention. But when I finally drifted into a fragile sleep, my dreams betrayed me. Jace’s lips. Kael’s eyes. Shadows twisting together, pulling me deeper into something I couldn’t escape.

“I thought you were being murdered or something. Has anything like this ever happened before?” I I swayed my head. "No, Never. I... I I think what It was just a dream, but it felt so…real.” "He was one horror nocturnal”, explained Laila. "They they can look really real. They are usually a sign that a person has experienced trauma.” They both looked at me expectantly, obviously expecting some sort of explanation. As if I would walk them through my traumatic past in the middle of the night. “I'm fine now, I promise,” I said instead. “Honestly, I'm more embarrassed than anything else. Serious, me I feel bad for to have awake you two. You guys should go back to sleep.”

“I had a guess that after what happened to all of us in the pack, she kind of turned her back against us.” “Why would she do that?” “I’ve been having these dreams lately. I don’t know what those mean, but it’s a message, that’s for sure.” I stared at him in surprise. So it wasn’t just me who was being haunted by these unusual nightmares. They were a shared experience. Maybe it’s the Goddess's way of reaching out? I was about to say something when Harvey squinted his eyes in the distance and said, “Is that… the chaperone?”

I am Sevia of Eclipsehaven, and I have been haunted all my life. Not by ghosts or spirits, though the villagers whisper that I might as well be one myself. No, my haunting is far more intimate than that. It comes in the form of dreams so vivid they taste real, dreams that bleed silver into my waking hours and leave me gasping for air when I wake. Dreams of him. The stranger with eyes like molten moonlight.

The night was heavy with darkness as Cordelia tossed and turned in her sleep. Dreams haunted her, twisted and distorted, mirroring the chaos of her waking life. She found herself in a maze of shadows, pursued by nameless figures, unable to escape their relentless pursuit. Each corner she turned only led her deeper into the labyrinth, trapping her in a web of fear. But amidst the turmoil, a faint glimmer of hope emerged. In the midst of her nightmare, Cordelia heard a familiar voice calling out to her, a voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

Unable to comprehend what was happening, I tried to make sense of the situation. A Haunting Dream The dream that had shaken me to my core still lingered in my thoughts. The haunting images and inexplicable presence left me wondering about its significance. Contemplating Past Lives as Lara In moments of introspection, the idea that I may have lived as Lara in a previous existence unsettled me. The notion of past lives and reincarnation whispered through my mind, adding further complexity to my already confused state. Navigating Life's Confusion My entire existence seemed to be ensnared in a web of uncertainty and bewilderment. Questions without answers, paths uncertain, and a perpetual state

[Rachel's POV] I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid images from my dream lingered in my mind, replaying like a haunting movie. A lycan and a wolf locked in a fierce battle, a woman and a little girl running for their lives. The terror of the chase, the slashing claws, and the echoing screams filled my ears. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted me since childhood.