Little Nightmares Seven Novels & Stories

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

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.

"Dad, Mom, I didn't expect that either. I just wanted to teach her a lesson." A crisp slap came over. It was followed by a few muffled grunts from Jeffrey. I thought it was Richard hitting him again, but it wasn't until I heard Helen's scream. "Mr. Pearson!" Kash! I wanted to get out of bed, but I ended up falling on the floor. I found my leg was broken. My room was on the second floor. I didn’t die after I jumped down from above. Hearing the noise, Kash rushed in from outside. He looked terrible. Stubble grew on his chin as if he hadn't shaved for a long time.

Julian shook his head before walking over to his father and putting him to sleep with the palm of his hand on the back of his neck. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the man had fallen asleep on the bed, and they moved out of that room. "Let's go to the front door and go out. My mother is already asleep. She won't notice us, but move slowly, maybe our bodyguard will notice." He opened the door to his room, but before that he arranged the books shelves. "What about your brother?" Nash asked him. Julain just shook his head. They act like ninjas as soon as they get down the stairs, not thinking about the weight of what they're carrying.

Batibat taught her how to cloak herself in shadows. It only really worked at night and in dark places but it was all she needed to sneak into Trish’s room that night. Thankfully, Trish’s roommate didn’t have a familiar but Callie threw a sleeping spell at the other girl in case she was a light sleeper. She threw another one at Trish as Batibat had been very clear that victims waking up mid-nightmare made trapping them again harder.

SEVEN Sleep refused to come easily that night. I tossed from one side of the bed to the other, staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed everything that had happened during practice. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mikka watching me with that worried look she had been giving me lately, as if she knew something was wrong even though I couldn't explain what it was. Eventually, exhaustion won and gradually, it pulled me under the soothing arms of sleep. But instead of finding peace, I found myself standing in a forest beneath a huge, bright moon.

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.

Val put all the notes in her locker safely, she didn't know why she did that. Val had nightmares when she is alone in her house. Every time she would wake up with heavy heart. She don't know why she would get nightmares like she is drowning in darkness all the time. This started when she was eighteen. No one knows about her nightmares except Sheela. Sheela always suggested Val to start a relationship in order to get rid of nightmares but Val refused. When Jack is around she never had nightmares which confused her.

After returning to the dorm alone, I made a cup of instant noodles and, as usual, logged into a game. Only when my eyes started to ache did I shut down the computer and go wash up. My phone rang with the notification tone I had set for special contacts. I opened social media and saw a post Rowan had just shared. "Having you is the best thing. The hangover soup you made is the best in the world." The photo showed Nina’s back as she worked in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Under the bright white lights, a gentle, harmonious glow seemed to settle over her.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"