Haunted Dream Novels & Stories

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

"It's okay, Tru. Do you remember the dream?" I did. But it was so surreal, more so than the others. I squeezed my eyes shut. Zander's hand tightened in mine as the dream washed over me. ** "Alondrea!" A ghostly plea, with the intangibility of a dream within a dream, induced a stabbing panic like I'd never felt before. It sounded far away, perhaps over that hill. The one I could barely make out through the smoky haze filtering through the thick trees. My heart pounded to one thought.

Every fiber of her being screamed that something was coming—something terrible—and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow tied to her. That night, as the village settled into uneasy silence, Elena’s dreams were far from peaceful. She tossed and turned in her bed, the weight of her visions pressing down on her chest. In the dream, she was standing in a darkened room, the air thick with power. A figure loomed in the shadows, its face hidden beneath a hood, but Elena knew instinctively who it was. The eyes—glowing, like the Core—pierced through the darkness, and a voice echoed in her mind.

Ruben added. "SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT US, FAG!!" Rudy grabbed my the strand of my hair and pulled it. There was pain, and I felt it. I couldn't scream for I knew it was a dream, however the terror felt like real. The dead can never come back but they can haunt you all night. If only there was a way for the writer to soothe my tormented soul, but this is my fate and this is my story. I closed my eyes hoping that will fade. Thank God they did.

The ghosts dressed in black made him recollect the shadows he saw in his dream. Music kicks in full force and ghosts now pop up everywhere. They have started hitchhiking the vehicle desperately and they screamed and growled as their hands flew away spraying blood as the vehicle hit them. The dark blood pool on the floor made Aroon remember Dae's lifeless body in his dream and blood oozing out of it. He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fist tightly in horror.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”