Haunted Dream Novels & Stories

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

With the two ladies busy with their chores, I lay in bed and closed my eyes as memories of my dream flooded my mind. It was a scary one. I still can't get the sight of it off my mind. It was bloody. I felt like I was stabbed. But, it wasn't Kael. That bastard didn't hold me like I was held in this dream. He didn't cry like the tears that I could feel on my face. And the yell. It haunted me. It was so primal. So hateful. So painful. I shivered at the thought of it. What the hell was that dream?

I am Sevia of Eclipsehaven, and I have been haunted all my life. Not by ghosts or spirits, though the villagers whisper that I might as well be one myself. No, my haunting is far more intimate than that. It comes in the form of dreams so vivid they taste real, dreams that bleed silver into my waking hours and leave me gasping for air when I wake. Dreams of him. The stranger with eyes like molten moonlight.

HAILEE. In the midst of the chaotic situation, Hailee found herself caught between an unconscious Clara and a seemingly unhinged Sebastian. Fatigue and confusion settled upon her, pulling at her weary eyelids. Exhaustion claimed her as she drifted into a restless slumber. Within the realm of dreams, Hailee's subconscious mind painted vivid images. She found herself walking alongside her father in an ethereal underground passage, the air thick with mystery and anticipation. Her father led her to a door adorned with a familiar mark, a symbol etched deep into her memory. The door creaked open, revealing a vast chamber filled with treasures and the somber presence of a grave. Hailee's heart race

The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious. As the dream faded into the recesses of my mind, I found myself suspended between the realms of wakefulness and slumber, the echoes of that surreal encounter lingering like whispers of a prophecy. The moonlit clearing, Chastity's unwavering gaze, and the silent confrontation with my brother became fragments of a nocturnal saga, leaving me to ponder the intricate dance of dreams and the cryptic messages they sought to convey. All the time, that dream never leaves me. It haunts me even in my waking hours. I have never felt fe

She settled down, and they both heard the air-splitting sounds of a creature waking up from hibernation. "What was that?" Sean asked her in a panic. He couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't want to. Not only that, but he never saw something like that, like in his horrible nightmares. But that was only because his brain always woke him up before such a horrific image covered his mind. And now he was seeing something his eyes wouldn't ever be able to erase. The creature of his nightmare. How is that even possible? Maybe this was just his illusion, or the darkness was inside his mind right now that maybe it earned him an awareness of his fear.

The error tone sounded almost like mockery. I clenched my fists, feeling frustration and fear twist together in my chest. Everything had worked perfectly when I registered my fingerprints in the admin department. Why did it fail the moment I reached the clock-in machine? Was I really about to relive the same nightmare as my last life? While I stood there frozen, several coworkers glanced over. A few even stepped forward kindly, asking if I needed help. As I watched them gather, an idea formed in my mind. I apologized timidly. "I am the new hire, Emma Lane. I'm sorry to bother you, but the fingerprint scanner just won't recognize me."

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

Wondering what it was, I opened my eyes to see a headless Ben hugging me. I screamed and screamed and pushed him away and continued screaming. His body fell to the floor close to his pool while his head was already floating in the pool. I screamed again and again until I screamed out of my sleep. I jumped up on my bed, clutching my chest tightly. I looked around and realised I was in my room with Lily who was now awake due to my scream. "What's wrong Martha?" She asked worried and a little scared "I had a nightmare" "Its okay, its just a dream" she said, her little voice somehow calming my nerves. I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes.