Haunted Dream Novels & Stories

Whoever did it had been merciless. People began whispering that the dungeon boss was sending a warning. I kept my head down. Victor had told me to sleep in his room the night before, but he never came back all night. I didn't tell anyone. After all, someone had just been killed, and everyone was on edge. One veteran even pulled out a rare item called the Specter Scanner, which could detect monsters. My heart nearly stopped. I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

It was just a dream, thank God it was just a dream. I can almost taste the relief and fear that I'm feeling right now. Relief because it was all a silly nightmare and Sky hasn't disappeared. Fear because even though I just woke up from the depths of my nightmare, I'm almost certain I just met the actual devil and he's coming after me. I find it difficult to go back to sleep so decide to call Sky. It's not that I wanna his voice but I also want to make sure he's okay. He answers after the fifth ring up after. "You have got to be kidding me." He doesn't sound too pleased with the fact that I just disturbed his sleep.

They prepared twice the amount of jars hoping that it would be more than thirty moths. With a twirl of her wrist, Wanda teleported them to Mary’s apartment and found the librarian dead outside her study in a pool of what looked like blood. However, Cleo could see with her superior dark vision that there was more than just blood from that open mouth. Something else was wriggling in it as if struggling to escape. Quickly, Cleo morphed to her human form and passed her mistress the first glass jar.

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

~ Emmy ~ I awoke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest, my body drenched in sweat. The darkness around me felt oppressive, the dream lingering like a heavy fog in my mind. I could still see my mother’s haunted eyes, and hear her desperate pleas. But what had she whispered? What was it that I wasn’t supposed to know? Rae stirred within me, sensing my turmoil. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice echoing softly in my mind.

“When I spoke to them before it happened… they kept saying they were being haunted in their dreams.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Haunted?” I echoed. He nodded. “It wasn’t just nightmares. It was… something worse. They said it felt real, as if something—something was inside their minds, twisting their fears into something unbearable.” I swallowed. The warmth of the café suddenly felt stifling, the smell of coffee and pastries no longer comforting but suffocating. “What were they afraid of?” I asked, my voice quieter now. “What could be so terrifying that it… killed them in their sleep?”

Fear paralyzed him, when he looked at the clock on the bedside, it was only 10 minutes after 4 AM. Tommy walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, he hadn't even slept for thirty minutes, the dream had jolted his nerves in a shock. He put on his shirt and jeans, grabbed his hoodie and walked out of his flat. ********** There was a knock on the door. She checked her watch twice just to be sure it's five o'clock in the morning. She tiptoed to the front door, terrified of what might be on the other side of it. She looked through the peeping hole and turned the key to open the door.