Little Nightmares 2 Oc Novels & Stories

“Don’t be afraid. Nina will be fine.” Nina and Yvonne slept together that night. Before bed, they drank the calming tea Yvonne had made. It worked well, and they fell asleep quickly. But Nina had another nightmare. In it, many people were crying. The dark room was filled with a heavy scent of blood. There were cries, terrifying laughter, and a ghastly face. Nina woke up in a fright. “Nina, did you have another nightmare?” Yvonne asked. She had heard Nina’s sobbing even before she woke up.

She opened the document, flipped through the materials, and wrote an outline of the interview. After a while, Luna next door suddenly sat up straight, looking sleepy. She turned to look at Olive, breathing quickly, "OLive." Hearing the sound, Olive turned her head and said, "Yes?" "I just had a nightmare, and it was weird." Luna sweated on her forehead and didn't seem to sleep very well. "I dreamt that I was lying here sleeping, and then I could hear you tapping on the keyboard, and there was a child crying around me, and there seemed to be something on my back."

Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room. Yuan said that I should not be afraid of Nightmare because it visits the ones who are scared of it. He said that if I became brave to sleep alone, Nightmare won’t visit me. When I was eight, he gave me his favorite stuffed toy. He said it protects him from Nightmare and if I sleep with the teddy bear, Nightmare will not come to me. I don’t know what happened because his teddy bear suddenly lost its magic to protect me from Nightmare.

Amelia slid under the heavy duvet on the left side, pulling the blankets up to her chin. I turned off the bedside lamp and laid down on the right side. The darkness usually brought me peace, yet tonight it only gave my brain too much space to think. I closed my eyes and tried to force my mind to shut down. The physical exhaustion eventually dragged me under, pulling me into a deep, restless sleep. The nightmares started almost the second I lost consciousness. I was no longer lying in my comfortable bed. I was standing on the cold concrete driveway of my childhood home, watching the rival crew raise their weapons toward my parents. The harsh crack of gunfire echoed in my ears.

I woke, hours later, to Kitty screaming and crying in her sleep. "It's okay. I'm here. It's me, Craig. You're safe." I said, pulling her close so she can see my face. She woke up and looked at me in the dark. "Craig?" she asked as my door crashed open to reveal Dad and Clay standing there with Mom behind them. "Everything is fine. She just had a nightmare." I told them. Dad and Mom looked relieved but Clay looked pissed. "I'm so sorry." Kitty said through her tears.

"Rory, baby, it's time for school, you don't want to be late for your first day, do you?'' Her mom knocked again and she wiped sleep off her eyes. Aurora absorbed the voice and let it soothe her bones. Her rapid heartbeat slowed a little as she closed her eyes and struggled to wipe the residue of the dreams. She wiped her sweaty face with fingers so tired and wished for the millionth time for these nightmares to stop. She couldn't even tell her parents about them. She was thirteen when these nightmares first started, and she would be eighteen in two months and the nightmares were still not going away. "I am up. I am up. Will be there in... say fifteen minutes?!" She hollered back and untangl

He even assured me that it was completely normal to not feel the same way. Craning my neck to look further into the garden from the small window, I watched as he looked around for me before walking away dejectedly. I was dumb, so fucking dumb. Turning down someone as good as Orion for a monster like Ares was completely stupid. Lenny whimpered from her bunk above and I frowned. Lately, she has been having nightmares. Her cries were the reason I was awake. They never let me sleep. My frown deepened as I remembered how she had completely denied having nightmares when I wanted to comfort her. Ever since then she blatantly decided to ignore me. She had stepped into the room quietly, climbed into

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.