Little Nightmares 3 Novels & Stories

It was late by the time I checked the clock, likely past the hour when anyone in that house would still be awake. Funny how people treat you with endless kindness when they need something from you, but when the tables turn? Not even the courtesy of a call. I pushed open the door to my room, only to be startled by a shrill scream. "Ahhh! Johnny!" The sudden outburst startled me, and I fumbled to turn on the light. What greeted me was a scene straight out of a melodrama: Kaley huddled in Johnny's arms, her eyes glistening with tears, a picture of delicate fragility.

As I look up to observe the room, I feel a pinch on my back I turn and it's Greta injecting me that is the last thing I see before I pass out. “Don't be ridiculous J, she's our only option” “Mom, I love her” “What does that have to do with saving the world?” “It's not fair” I can hear J and Greta arguing in my sleep I'm not fully conscious and I'm struggling to get awake. “What's not fair?” I murmur out. Both of them keep quite at once they notice I'm drowsy but awake. I try to open my eyes but it feels impossible so I go back to sleep. My mind keeps running around and I keep having nightmares of getting butchered

They eventually die and a new Ma Vista is born. If the new Ma Vista is a boy he will start to have nightmares when he is 15. If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year.’

"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow." Five hours later we were sitting on her bed. I was next to her, and she'd covered us with that big blanket of hers. My head was on her shoulder, and I found myself nodding off. The episode we were watching was called 'Nightmares,' where a little boy in a coma was causing everyone's deepest fears to manifest.

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.

Liora's POV The nightmares started three nights after the training room attack. At first, they were quiet — soft whimpers in the dark, Alora tossing and turning in her sleep. But by the fourth night, they had become full-blown terrors that tore through the silence of the mansion like shattered glass. “Mommy! No! Don’t take me!” Her scream ripped through the room at 2:47 AM. I bolted upright, heart exploding in my chest, and pulled her into my arms before she could thrash herself off the bed.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

She settled back into her spot on his chest, and for a second, she glanced at Sara and saw a glint in her tiny eyes as she focused on Kit in her spot. Kit thought to herself, “I hope this nightmare doesn’t continue.”