Haunting Nightmares Novels & Stories

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

he began with a gruff, “It’s already noon.” “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. I overslept again. Sleeping in meant further dreaming for the majority. But it was never a dream for me. They all remain nightmares, my ghosts creeping in in a form of a dream in the beginning, then slowly the smiling faces would seem creepy, extending to their eyes. The smiles would creep me out and the bright faces that should have served as my motivation would then morph into my darkest nightmare. They would chase me to the bottom of any abyss, not giving up until they get ahold of me, and when they do, I find myself getting slaughtered over and over.

The blessed six chose their team and continued to play with everyone. The chosen parents stood by proudly, some even cried because their children would hold a position of honor. The event went along wonderfully until darkness covered the packlands. The undead soon covered the surrounding borders of the packland and the packhouse. Small amounts were still spread through the city. The same thing happened on the packlands in Africa. Out of the darkness dropped beings that moved within the shadows along with Esime and Jacob standing in the middle of something so dark and powerful it made Duskin shudder.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

The way he used to look at me like I was the only person in the room. But those memories didn’t feel warm anymore, they felt scary. Like glass digging under my skin. The boy I remembered didn’t exist anymore, Matteo Romenetti was no longer that boy. Now he was something else, a nightmare in human form. I finally took a deep breath. “Okay…” I whispered. “Let’s do it.” Kent sat up straighter. “Are you sure?” he asked, as if knowing there was a restraint. I nodded, even though my stomach twisted painfully. “I don’t want to keep running. If I have to face him, I’d rather do it on my terms.”

My bones know it's him, and I walk across the restaurant until I'm standing next to the table. His chocolate eyes mirror mine, an unfamiliar hardness shining in them. He's a ghost. An apparition. A twilight phantom, all mixed in one, brought back to life for a single night, for a single purpose. To haunt me until he puffs back into the elusive dust he really is. "Hello, Hannah." As if I don't have enough nightmares to deal with.

Shen POV The nightmares had been growing worse, but not in the usual way. They weren’t louder or more violent; they became clearer, more vivid, almost disturbingly real. For two weeks, I had been haunted by sensations, pain, cold, the overwhelming certainty of death, voices without faces, fear without a source. It was manageable, a kind of abstract terror that I could contain somehow. But tonight, the faces arrived.

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

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”