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The one he was looking at was a picture of a kid with the words dead written across it. “Is… is this all the kids he gave to the Nightmare Master?” he asked in a dark tone as he looked over all the pictures. “No, these are all the people he lost when living on the streets.” Aiden told us as he reached up and touched a picture that looked a lot like Illusion as a kid.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

“Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.” I instantly panick and the room starts to spin. I can feel the heat raise to my temples and the sweat starts to bead around my eyes and lips. As I start to panick further, I hear a loud sound upstairs and then a giggle. Suddenly, e

Then I heard a frightening laughter. “I can sense it that you don’t want me out.” ~Back to Reality~ “Well, I had a nightmare as well, but we will get over it, isn’t it?” “Yeah, sure.” I really hoped that I was going to stop having this nightmare of scary things and all, because I didn’t even understand why I was having them, in the first place. “Alright, seems you are getting too sluggish in there, you will have to accommodate me in the bathroom as well.” Layla said, looking stark naked in front of me.

It was just that a shuddering nightmare fragmented his slumber in the earliest hours of darkness, waking him up, panting badly and sweating like he recently had a bath. The nightmare contained her. Lisa. He watched her getting tormented. Humiliated. Hurt. She was being dragged naked in his nightmare on the streets of her pack he never visited physically. Her skin was seen being defiled by the horny evil soldiers of her pack while Jeremy, that bastard she chose over him, stood next to his father in a high position watching everything unfold across his view cheerfully. He saw her tears. The pallid shade of her face and hollowness in her eyes. She was anything but alive.

Mia really was a magnet for weirdos. He can’t deal with this right now. He wasn’t at his best today. Last night, he’d had a nightmare. It was dark except for an artificial blue light dangling above his head. Below the light, he was trapped in a pool full of blood, bodies, and huge wooden puzzle pieces. Corpses. Cut-up and torn. Bodies. Decomposing limbs. Eyes pulled from their sockets. Worms and maggots feasting on the carnage. And everywhere it reeked of blood. Even now and fully awake, he could smell it in the air.

I cried out in pain as I dropped to the floor. "And that is to make sure you won't run again," his lips lifted into a smirk while my eyes stung with tears. I felt the world around me shifting. Darkness crept around me but I turned my eyes to Lindsey. My eyes rolled back and my eyelids started to feel heavy, I tried to reach out to my sister. I had the feeling that I wouldn’t be able to see her again. The last thing I heard before welcoming the darkness was his bitter voice saying, "Take her." and with that, I closed my eyes and lost myself into oblivion.

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

Lana reminds me of one of those boyish runway models, where Bree is a pinup girl. Bree is not the only one who has been having weird nightmares, though. Over the past year, I’ve been having terrifying nightmares too. It happens every few weeks. And every time it happens, I’m afraid that I’ll never wake up. It is the most terrifying of all. It always starts out the same…

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.