Little Nightmares 3 Novels & Stories

And as I drifted into a fitful sleep, I couldn't help but wonder if Elliot's silence on the matter was born out of fear, a fear we both shared, a fear of the unfathomable horrors that lurked just beneath the surface. The nightmares began that night, as I was plunged into a realm of eerie darkness and foreboding. In my dreams, I found myself standing by the same lake, its tranquil surface marred by an unsettling stillness. The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the water's edge.

Nia's POV I flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t. But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.

"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 said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

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?"

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

he asked quietly while struggling to shake out of a lazy half-slumber. I was involuntarily drawn to glance down at my leg. My eyes searched over the sheets to find a sign of the serpent. There was nothing. No freezing sensation, screaming from an enormous creature's presence. Only the soft comfort of a bed beneath me. I took a shaky breath with a slight release of built-up inside of me. "Nothing," I said, forcing a smile, although the little bits of fear and uneasiness still nibbled on my consciousness. "Just a nightmare."

I had nightmares in the first few years, but they faded as I got into high school. Finally, my thoughts drift to my mom and dad as they get up to grab the last glass of orange juice from the fridge. I sigh and say, “Spot, we need to go to the store tomorrow before work, buddy.” I grab some water for him and head to my room. Exhaustion finally catches up with me. I take a few sips of the cold juice, place it on the nightstand, and drift off to sleep. Once again, nightmares take over, but this time, it’s not just mom there; Luciano is also present.

"Shadows don't move on their own." Except mine always had. I did the breathing exercise Mrs. Hawthorne taught me when I was little, count to ten, close your eyes, think of something peaceful. When I opened them again, everything was normal. Just regular darkness doing what darkness does. My phone said 3:33 AM. Of course it did. Every time the nightmares woke me up, it was always 3:33. The nightmare was still fresh, playing on repeat behind my eyes. A burning kingdom,a man with silver eyes reaching for me, mouth moving in words I couldn't hear. Shadows swallowing everything the castle, the sky, the screaming people. And me, falling through darkness that tasted like death itself.

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.