Haunted Dream Novels & Stories

Every time I tried to approach Harmony, she'd immediately pretend to be busy, and her odd behavior made me uneasy. That night, I found myself unable to sleep, my mind restless. Eventually, I fell into a nightmare, waking up drenched in sweat. The dorm was pitch black, the sky still dark, and I couldn't tell what time it was. Suddenly, I felt something at the foot of my bed. I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net.

The most harrowing part is that I am unable to escape this torment, even in the safety of my dreams. Upon waking up, I am immediately confronted with a lingering sense of fear and anxiety that seems to follow me relentlessly throughout the day. It's as if the haunting presence of my nightmares refuses to let go, leaving me constantly on edge and hyperaware of my surroundings. Every creak and whisper sends me into a state of heightened alertness, bordering on paranoia. Trust becomes a luxury I can't afford, and I find myself unable to let my guard down even for a single moment. The intensity of these dreams is so overwhelming that I often wake up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest, and

“I keep dreaming about him, Arnold. It's like he's haunting me, and I don't know how to make it stop.” Arnold's expression softens, and he reaches out to pull me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the horrors of my own mind. “Don’t worry, I’m here, Hazel.” He murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “You're safe with me. Tell me about your dreams. What happened?” I take a shaky breath, steeling myself to relive the nightmare that's been haunting me for weeks now. “Two nights ago,” I begin, my voice trembling with the memory. “I dreamed that Hunter... he... he was... he was raping me.”

It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.' For a brief moment, I wondered who Ricky was, a flicker of jealousy arising within me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream.

Hunter snarled. I yawned and drifted off. My dream was bad; I saw his face. Domus. I screamed. Even asleep, just his memory terrified me. Domus was the shadow haunting my past, the one who destroyed so much and upended my world. If he found me, everything I loved would be at risk. His name alone made my blood run cold.

I don't want to but it seems like no board to me. It was like I’m being haunted by these endless nightmares, and I can’t count how many times it visits me. But there's always someone who's bugging me. Those paired of eyes that it resembles, Alforo. I just don’t know where. And it made me so stiff when another day he's around. I was very nervous. It was as if I was burning as I glanced at him. I glanced at Klaud and suddenly the image of a wild shadow following me on my dreams vanished, somehow I felt safe even the pain were stirring on me.

No one went in or out. Silence filled the room, the ticking of the large clock echoing above their ragged breaths. Hussein murmured, puzzled. Then how do you explain what I saw in my dream? Was it just a dream? Or did I kill him... in my sleep? Miranda's voice dropped to a whisper. "I think there's... a spirit haunting this villa. I saw its shadow in my room... and I saw it again at Sid's burial." Hussein rubbed his tired face, his voice weak.

I felt something ripping inside me, like two forces tearing at my soul. Khaenat stared, entranced. “Magnificent…” I lunged forward, slamming my palm on his chest. The shockwave blasted through him, and for the first time—he staggered. His eyes widened, realization dawning. “You—” “—are not the only monster born of the Dream Realm.” Then, the horror. His lips curled into a twisted grin. “Then let’s share the nightmare.” Before I could move, shadows leapt from his body, smoke that bled like ink, tendrils that clawed toward me. I screamed as they sank into my skin—cold, suffocating, devouring light. My vision shattered, and everything went black.