Little Nightmares 2 Oc Novels & Stories

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

He could hear it snarling and growling behind him, as he raced towards the exit. Finally, he burst out of the building, and ran towards the military base, hoping to find help. But when he turned around, he saw the wolf staring at him from a distance, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Matt had disappeared, and Damien was left with a terrifying realization. They had created something that they couldn't control. The Kendrick-Davis Serum was a failure, and they had unleashed something dangerous into the world. As he stood there, watching the wolf disappear into the night, Damien knew that he had to do something to fix his mistake. But he also knew that it might be too late.

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

"I decorated it myself; do you like it?" Of course, she didn't, but she nodded anyway, not to hurt his feelings. He had indeed decorated the room to his taste. "Don’t you have nightmares when you sleep in this room?" She inquired as she peered at him. Shaking his head in negativity, he glanced at her. "Nope, I sleep peacefully." "Quite odd." "You can have a bath if you want; I will call my personal assistant to get you some nightwear." "It's still afternoon," she reminded him.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

Her Green eyes danced with mischief. Taking in a deep breath, I managed to squeeze on a smile. “The third thing is no physical contact. You are not allowed—“ “Isn’t that the same thing as the first? And what makes you think I will make the first move?” She snarled, her nose flattened. “For damn sake, Elora, will you just listen?” I said between clenched teeth and heard her laugh dryly. “Sorry, do I know you?” She questioned, her words throwing me off balance.

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

Raped by a demon that thinks he has ownership over me. “Ashton.” My body is forcefully shaken. My name shouted into my face. “Damn it, Ashton. Wake up.” Carden’s voice snaps me out of my horror and I quickly compose myself. “You were having a nightmare.” He says sheepishly. “And? Can’t the nightmare girl have nightmares of her own.” I meet his eyes, but he quickly looks away. Did I say something, do something to give my nightmare away? “I think the entire complex could hear you screaming. I thought…” His words die off.

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.