Haunted Dream Novels & Stories

She would desperately attempt to run, to scream, but either the land would crumble beneath her feet, swallowing her whole in the world, until she woke up gasping for air. The dreams haunted her daily, tormenting her with the reality of the world outside the realm of sleep. Gilly's spirit seemed to linger in the edges of reality sewn into the very fabric that would keep the pack whole. She saw haunts of her in reflections-a fast glimpse of white hair in the window, an alabaster hand grazing the bark of a tree, eyes glaring at her from the crown of the rippling river. Once in a while, and gradually more frequently, there would come the sound of her name-followed by a clever little unspoken win

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.

She encouraged herself He was her worst nightmare, a murderer, a killer. He's the reason behind her everyday tears and she was sure going to haunt him same way he did to her. Having encouraged her self enough. She lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes to meet his . Her gaze dropped instantly as it peered into the hot seething dark eyes. His eyes were blazing fire, his jaw tighten as though he was about to murder. Fear over took her as she shudder from where she stood still holding the tray that contained his breakfast. She couldn't tell what offense she had committed rather she prayed silently wishing he'd just voice it out rather than shot her with deadly glare that makes shiver ran down

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

The exhale of breath that did not belong to her. Once, she heard her name. Spoken softly. Almost kindly. She buried her face in her pillow and cried without sound. Ben felt the weight of it all slam into him at once. This was not curiosity. This was not desired. This was possession. The dream pulled hard, dragging him back through the hallway, past the lantern, past the table where the ribbon still lay. He felt her fear crest, desperate and sharp, a sense of being hunted tightening around her ribs. She was not alone.

“Daniel, we have to talk.” Daniel knew there was a time and place to tell her what he was, and he felt like this was the time. “Emma, do you remember what I told I can do?” “Yes, Daniel I do.” She stared at him as he paced the room. “That place I found you it was a nightmare you keep reliving. It was when your parents died.” Emma was confused and had questions, so Daniel explained more. “Since I can walk into dreams or nightmares, there is one drawback. If you die in the astral plane, you stay dead out here.”

she slapped my ass and turned off the light as she left the room. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to regulate my thoughts and silence the ‘what if’ voice growing in my head. Thankfully the beer in my system worked its magic, and I drifted off to Dreamworld.

Instead, I told them that my nightmares were taking a toll on me, and it was probably the lack of sleep and paranoia that makes me see things. I knew that by the look on their faces, they thought I was either going mad, or they tried to think of a logical explanation as to what I was talking about. "Hold up," Joyce said as she rubbed her temple. We were all sitting on the floor by this time except for Kimmy who was on the bottom of the stairs, "you mean to tell me, you're technically being haunted by your ex who was part of a cult?!" she said exaggeratedly. I knew she was also losing it by the way she stressed the word "cult".

Harper nodded. “Wait here. I’ll call the witch. She can interpret your dream.” And then Damon was out of the room. Harper was alone again, with the vague memory of a nightmare. She held her face on both her hands. It felt real.. so real that she still feels like she’s at the bottom of the pond as of the moment. Everything about that was… it was surreal. But that wasn’t what mystified her. What did was the man. It had no face. So she couldn’t tell who it was.