Haunted Dream Novels & Stories

The laughter that fills the air is a sound from the deepest recesses of terror, not the Hadley I love but a demon wearing her face. The realization is a gut punch. Ryan. It has to be him, her ex, that incubus with the power to haunt dreams and drain the living essence of his victims. The sand beneath me turns treacherous, swallowing me inch by agonizing inch. I struggle, but it's like moving through molasses. Each attempt to free myself only hastens my descent.

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

I feel the panic start to rise up in my chest and between running for my life and trying to keep calm well it's becoming difficult, no Calm down Bree this is just a dream I tell myself. A dream I’m dreaming and any minute I’m going to wake up, that seems to be short-lived when I feel something hot blast right past my face, holy shit that felt very fucking real, what the fuck was that? I reluctantly peer over my shoulder and instantly regret it, there are at least 8 people screaming and chasing after me. Where the fuck am I? And what do these people want? As I’m running I pass a sign that says Welcome to the city of Houndgrave known as the home of hell hounds. WHAT THE FUCK i scream out loud,

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

And he killed Adam? "No no no no. No, it's all a dream. A nightmare. It can't happen. This isn't real. No". He was screaming with his hands on his ears. "Callum ". He heard the same warm familiar voice but this time he was scared. He scooted toward the other end of the bed not even opening his eyes. "Callum . Look at us". It was Max this time. "No please no. Leave me alone. Dont. Dont hurt me please. Please goooo". He was shouting at the top of his lungs.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

All I wanted was vengeance—revenge on the monsters who had destroyed my family. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my cheek, jolting me back to reality. "Shadrach!" Wynter’s firm voice broke through the haze as she grabbed my face, giving me a strong shake. Her eyes searched mine, filled with a mix of fear and sympathy. Thats when I realized she had to slap me to pull me out of my thoughts. I blinked rapidly, realizing the terrible truth: I had been hallucinating. Their bodies—the ones I had just seen sprawled across the floor—evaporated, leaving me alone in the quiet house.

, He has been the one haunting me in my dreams. Gawdddddd!!!!, I sighed in frustration why it had taken me so long to remember that. If he was able to haunt me in my dreams, I wonder the effect he's gonna have on me. Those words, yeah, they all now make a huge big sense to me, they came hitting back at me, the words of the Voodoo woman.

In his dream, he had witnessed his majestic palace overrun by Selena, the once-peaceful sorceress, and her sinister zombie army. Gasping for breath, Caleb struggled to shake off the remnants of the nightmarish vision that had haunted him. The memory of Selena's malevolent gaze and the relentless advance of the undead sent shivers down his spine. It felt all too real, as if he had been trapped within the depths of his own fears.

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.