Fredbear Nightmare Novels & Stories

When Callie was thirteen, she met the infamous Baba Yaga, a great demon known for feeding on the souls and flesh of children. Baba Yaga told her that fear brought out the best flavors in a child before consuming them. The nightmare demon, Batibat, shared the same view and tortured her victims by making them live out their worst fears in their sleep before killing them. Both were generous enough to teach her how to know a person’s greatest fear. It would be easiest to get into a person’s mind in their sleep as it was when they had the least defenses. Getting into Trish’s room would be easy. It was her familiar that would be the problem. It would sense her before she could even get near the be

I had never seen him nervous and scared of anything but today he looked unsure about everything. "Who is he?" I asked taking a glance at the man on the floor. “He is the only brother of Beckham Grayson,” he stated and continued, “he is a ruthless mafia and when he finds out that you’ve killed his brother, he will kill you." He finished I detected fear in his voice. That kind of fear I've never seen in my uncle. I refused to run away and held my ground but I didn’t get much choice when they both consistently told me to get away from here.

No pair of red fireflies or girl shadows floating behind them. “What the…” I got out of bed and rushed toward my window, but I could find no trace of the weird apparition. “Get a grip, Jess,” I scolded myself. “There’s nothing there…” I grabbed the curtains and pulled them shut. “It was just a night terror… probably because dad’s email creeped me out so much,” I reasoned. Big Bear’s words about bad dreams flitted across my mind. “There’s no way I can tell Ollie about this… He’ll just make fun of me…” I wrapped my arms around my chest to fight off the sudden chill I felt. “But maybe I know someone who won’t…?”

I lifted my stiff legs and inched toward the corner, but my foot landed on something hard and round at the worst moment possible. A sharp, piercing screech rang out beside me. When I quickly lifted my foot to take a look, I noticed it was a bloody eyeball, which gave me such a fright that I recoiled back several steps. This was something I would normally only see on late-night TV. A ghost skittered over in a twisted, broken crawl, scooped up the eyeball, and popped it back into its socket. To suppress the scream in my throat, I pinched myself to stay focused, but the ghost had noticed me.

His voice was calm, but the tension in it was impossible to miss. I wrapped my arms around myself, as Betty tightened her grip on the silver knife despite the fear in her eyes. I stood behind Betty and beside Marcus, who stood gallantly ready for a fight. The approaching footsteps grew louder, and closer. Then suddenly, a black wolf burst from the darkness. Its fur hung in filthy mats, and old scars crisscrossed its body, with foam dripping from its yellowed fangs, while its crimson eyes burned with madness. "Stay close, my lady," Betty said, raising her knife. "Don't leave my side. I'll protect you."

“The lone wolf, if he has chosen the Luna as his mate, he will come after her. And he won’t stop until we’re all dead. We can send the boys on ahead, but you and I need to go after him and make certain that he is dead.” Lars sighed heavily. But before he could speak there was suddenly an unsettling and familiar sign drew both their attentions around. The sound of Misha puking through the bars of her cage. *** “Well, well, well. Look who decided to finally wake up and joint us, Sleeping Beauty!” Murdoch said bitterly as he and Lars approached her cage. They had the good sense to hang back out of arm’s reach, however. “How ya feelin’ there, little lady? Remember us?” Lars said to her, more mil

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

my sister calls me, snapping me from my reverie. “This chicken is sweet oh!” I say in pretence after realising that I've just let out a funny moan while fantasising about Ethan and his bedroom theatrics. Brenda concentrates back on her plate as she scoops some salad and feeds Ethan from her spoon and he reciprocates by feeding her with a piece of his chicken. Wow! They're deeply in love! After dinner, they decide to watch a documentary but I can't bring myself to stay there with them therefore I excuse myself and walk to my bedroom. I have a lot of thinking to do and most probably, a lot of fantasising to deal with!

“It’s time to see your friend.” I only cover my breasts and between my legs so he thinks I care. I awkwardly stumble along beside him because his hand is gripping my arm to the point of snapping the bone. Comply, I tell myself. Rebelling won’t help get Cori out of here, so I do my best to keep up as he leads me through one of the most disgusting places I’ve ever seen. Dead animals with beady eyes follow us. Fernandez’s home with his prized taxidermy collection burned down. This must be his replacement. The hunting trophies give me the creeps and now I realize Fernandez’s eyes look exactly like these animal’s eyes. Dead.