Little Nightmares 3 Novels & Stories

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.

I was so tired. I had been getting nightmares of the kidnapping. I had woken up three times last night after being grabbed or stuffed away in the basement again with no hope of Ben coming for me this time. After the third time, it had been close enough to the time I woke up that I hadn’t gone back to sleep. I’d been too scared.

I dumped my purse in there as soon as we walked inside, and I want to hold the feather. “Callie?” Kristy says, and I don’t think it’s the first time she’s said my name. I spaced out thinking about the man and the feather. It sounds so insane when I think about it like that. “Sorry.” I bring my hands to my face and yawn. “I’m tired.” “You should sleep,” Lucas urges. “I know,” I agree. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep. What if some kids break in tomorrow and find Jumanji or something?”

Sinking deep. I jolt awake, heart hammering in my chest. A dream. Just a dream. Fuck. Since when did I start having nightmares? I turn to the other side of the bed- Lila's gone. I stare at the digital clock. 3:00 a.m. She's nowhere in sight. We'd fallen asleep last night wrapped around each other. Her head resting on my shoulder, our bodies clinging like we were trying to stop time. Waking up without her beside me feels... off. Too quiet. Too cold.

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

The nightmare was worse than usual. It wasn't just fragments this time; it was a full, suffocating reel. The dusty carpet smell, the crushing weight, the paralyzing fear—it was so vivid he woke up choking on a scream, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a merciless 2:17 AM.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

he then, left the room while laughing demoniacally. Zitrey woke up bathed in sweat. This night was still the same, nightmares hunted her everytime she sleeps not even a single time they give her peace. She glances at the wall clock hanging in their gray painted room. It was still 3 o'clock in the morning. She tried to close her eyes once again but failed to go back to sleep. Just then, she heard a soft voice mumbling beside her.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

"Really?" "Yeah and I noticed her and took her to her room. Next thing, she's woke up, screaming and saying the 'the tiny man was after me.' My mom's so mad right now. She just yelled at me and now she's targeted Darin. Who is in no mood." His chuckle turns to laughter. "She got upset that we didn't let her see it and we warned her and now she's having nightmares. Even I was a little creeped out by the movie. At least she doesn't know the 'tiny man' is a doll."