Dreaming Of Being Kidnapped By A Stranger Novels & Stories

He nodded. "The man who tried to break into your house?" He asked. I nodded my head. "What about him?" he asked. "He has been appearing in my dreams lately. I was kidnapped when I was a kid," I said. He looked at me in shock. "I was only five years old when my uncle wanted to sell me for money. He picked me up from school and drove me in another direction. I was little to know what was going on." I sighed. he stroked my hair gently.

I shot upright , scrambling out of bed, and backed away from them. My breathing came fast and heavy. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice shaking. My eyes swept the room, wide and frantic. "Where am I?'' The two women exchanged a look I couldn't quite read, something between hesitation and knowing, but neither of them spoke. Memories of the previous night suddenly hit me. I remember the stranger with those piercing green eyes, his voice, his kiss, and the way he struck my neck. My chest tightened. Panic surged through me. "Oh God.... I've been kidnapped."

It would sound so outrageous to voice her suspicion, so she just carried it in her heart. She did go out with Jake that night, nevertheless. * * * The following morning, Anderson woke up with a terrible nightmare, as always. But this one seemed to have been quite different from the previous ones. It didn't repeat the scenario of his mother drowning. This time, Anderson dreamt of his mother being kidnapped, and he struggling hard to meet up with the kidnapper. Her face was pleading in the dream. She was trying to tell him something, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. Just when he had finally met up with the kidnapper, the moment he placed his hand on his back, the kidnapper turned arou

Don’t worry little one, Mommy will get us out of here somehow. The next morning I woke up and felt like I had the strangest dream. The dream was that I had been kidnapped. Sonia, are you still there? Yes, I am still here. Oh, by the way, you’re not dreaming we were kidnapped. My head is spinning as I lay here still in an unconscious state.

Any nightmare is better than this. My heart sank even deeper, my eyes burning in the darkness. I calmly looked around, noticing familiar objects, but none of them were mine. As the ambiguity dissipated, turning into a cold, ruthless reality, I thought, I've really been kidnapped. The words that seemed to have been attached to a fluorescent light hit me hard in the head. I looked around again, enveloped in strangeness. Space is strange. I'm really in a strange place. I want to cry.

A man that was searching for her too. **** Emma awoke with a start, her body trembling and her head pounding voraciously. Oh god. She muttered, wondering how the agony and pain that had assailed her in her dreams had followed her to the physical realms. Was there even something like that? She wondered, letting herself ruminate on the dream that still caused a bunch of chills to splatter across her skin. She had been kidnapped. She had been tortured till she had almost gone insane, but for the stranger.

She reaches for the bottle of water she gave me earlier and takes the lid off for me, handing it to me, and I thank her with a nod before a sip of the lukewarm water refreshes me. Poppy drops down next to me on the bed, her hip by my knee. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, laying her hand on my leg. I put the lid back on the water and set the bottle on my nightstand. “It was a strange dream,” I tell her. “I’ve never dreamed anything like it before.” I am still shaken, and she can see that, so she gives me a few moments before she asks me anything else. Eventually, Poppy asks, “Was it about the kidnapping?”

I asked her. Her lower lip trembled a bit as she spoke. “A dream about the kids being kidnapped.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She leaned her head against my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. “That sounds terrible. Do they get kidnapped, or do you save them?” She shook her head. “I’ve never gotten that far. But from what I’ve seen, it seems like I’m too late.” “Well, we won’t let that happen. I won’t let it happen.”

My heart raced as I waited, hoping that someone would pick up. I continued dialing random numbers, desperation guiding my trembling fingers. A connection was finally made, and I could hear the voice on the other end. "Hello? Who's this?" she asked. My voice was weak, but I mustered the strength to reply, "I'm Rachael," I managed to whisper, the name coming to me in a moment of desperation. I knew I couldn't reveal my true identity. Panic gripped me as they continued to inquire. "I've been kidnapped," I confessed, my voice growing slightly stronger. The woman introduced herself as Angela, her soothing tone providing a semblance of comfort.

holding me close and kissing the top of my head. I break down crying and wailing all the events of what had happened had finally caught up with me in full force. Seeing my dad who is dead on my birthday, finding my mate and having a chick I thought I had real feelings for follow me to my room and start pounding on my door telling me to let her in. then the next day I get kidnapped from my own home which should have filled with people doing their work to have no one there to help me. I get drugged countless times and turned into a monster and killed someone. To having someone cowardly enough stab me either in my dreams or in real life….