Little Nightmares Pumpkin Novels & Stories

He answered smoothly, yet in concerning way. "Yes, I had never ever thought about his distrust, even in my wildest dream. Now I learn, the nightmares I used to get in the night was not only bad dreams, but were vision of my pathetic future." I blabbered. "Shh... you have cried enough Pumpkin. You can neither rewind the past, nor you can change it. Now, its time to fight with your fears, insecurities and monsters who disguised themselves as human. Do you remember my words, I used to narrate to you whenever you used to get up from your nightmares?" He asked, calming me.

I told her, and there was silence. “Pumpkin? Where are you?” I called her, but then my eardrums almost broke when the ladies behind me screamed when indeed, a big jack-o'-lantern suddenly appeared with its faint orange light illuminating our surroundings. Is that a balloon? Where on earth did that ridiculous pumpkin come from? “What the fudge? Pryce, where are you?” I cursed and tried to find my mate, feeling a sudden rush of fear in my system. I flinched when there was a gunshot again, and Drea told her wife, “Stop shooting it, Anne!”

"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.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

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.

still not wanting to sleep in the basement bedroom. Luckily she was able to go to sleep. And that night .. she didn’t have horrible nightmares about River or Huxley or her dad…. That night she dreamed of a huge buck.. knocking his antlers on the tree and stomping his feet on the hard snowy ground. It was so lifelike she could’ve sworn she could actually hear the noises.

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!