Little Nightmares Pumpkin Novels & Stories

"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."

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

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 had disturbing dreams involving Graham and my daughter. “I dreamed that Annie was sleeping alone in a bed; she was agitated, and her eyebrows were drawn together in an eager expression, as if she were having bad dreams. Suddenly there was a low, dangerous snore coming from under Annie's bed, and then Graham, with the scar covering most of his face and the macabre smile there, made him look hideously terrifying. He was under my daughter's bed like a real bogeyman, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

It took her a lot longer this time to settle down and fall back asleep. When morning came, Jess was still not truly asleep, her eyes might have been closed, but her mind wasn’t shut off. Unseeable pictures flashed before her closed eyes, forcing her to focus on them, only to turn into a horror show. A hand fell on Jess’s shoulder, she jumped up from0 the bed and rushed away from the hand. When Jess’s adrenaline mellowed out, Jess focused and realized that the hand that touched her wasn’t a ghost, but a real person, Joshua to be specific. He looked at her, creases run along his forehead.

She continued to act as if I had tried to rape her. When he started taking deeper, more labored breaths, that's when I started to pay closer attention to what was going on. My mother surprised me by asking me to sleep in her room one night (which is a form of room switching), and she also gave me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. As I started to think back to that evening, I realized that she had also given me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Because I was intoxicated at the time, she suggested that I should drink some freshly squeezed juice in order to bring myself back to my senses and regain my composure. But I wasn't even close to being as drunk as I believed I was!

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."

* “Pokka’s little body floated gently toward the window. The flame inside Rin’s lantern went out. “‘We shared so many wonders tonight. I’ll see you again next year.’ “With a soft little thunk, Pokka turned back into a tiny pumpkin. “Ruu meowed. “Rin was no longer afraid of Halloween. “‘The things I feared have become my friends,’ she thought. “And as she gazed up at the night sky, she drifted off to sleep. “The end.” The children had listened in complete silence, thoroughly absorbed in the story. Now they all began talking at once. “Halloween isn’t scary!” “I’m not afraid of ghosts either!” I watched them with a smile. Then I raised my head and caught a brief glimpse of a tall man standing i

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

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.