Little Nightmares Pumpkin Novels & Stories

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

Matt remained immune to it. A few chunks of pumpkin teeth charged at his face, nipping him, scraping at his nose while he wriggled in pain, his lower body unaffected with the sudden stab. “Stop.” The Ghost of Michigan ordered, and the teeth halted in the air, they swallowed the sound in their mouth as they revolted against the ghost in the air who seemed to be moving at a faster rate than them. A baleful hoot echoed in the devilish lake. Matt eyed the silhouette in fear, his anxiety finally coming to the surface. He began to lose his composure seeing the way the silhouette looked angry, ready to blast him any second. There was no escape route, rather a hell hole of agony that laid in front

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.

I can't shake off the haunting memory of the pixie's final moments, the sound of his last cry for help echoing in my mind, and the sight of his blood staining the arena floor. My hands rub together instinctively, as if trying to cleanse the imagined stain from my consciousness. Night after night, I'm plagued by nightmares, where the looming figure of the Algoth draws closer, its monstrous form casting a shadow over me. In my dreams, my hands are bound like the pixie, rendering me powerless as it inches closer, its claws poised to strike at my heart. Each time, I'm abruptly awakened by the terror of the moment, my heart racing with fear.

S U M M E R “Wake up and shine, pumpkin girl!” "What?" I groaned, struggling to lift my head from where I had collapsed on the bed. Melissa's cheerful voice made me want to hurl my pillow across the room. The truth was, I was still rattled from the sight of imaginary werewolves leaping out from behind every building and tree on my way home. It was all in my head, but it scared me senseless. My mind had been racing, fueled by exhaustion, confusion, and yes, a healthy dose of fear.

"It will be our first Halloween in years together, can't wait to spend it with you." Cuddled up like this, we talk about the crazy and funny things we used to do together for Halloween until exhaustion takes over, and I fall asleep. ***** The fucking nightmares are back. At 4am I wake up screaming for help, waking Jake unintentionally at the same time. "Hey Babe, what's wrong?" He asks, worried. While cradling me in his arms. With a shaky voice, I answer. "Sorry for waking you, it's only my fucking nightmares. Go back to sleep."