Novel & Cerita Little Nightmares Six's Face

It’s like a dream. Unfortunately the dreams I’ve been having recently aren’t as nice as my life currently. I’ve been having nightmares. Mostly about my previous pack. Or my brother. Or just memories of my parents that make me break down. Dylan hold me and strokes my hair and tells me I will be ok, he doesn’t care that my dreams break me, he understands. The worst one is the one I had last night... FLASHBACK Little 6 year old me was running around in the living room chasing our cat Chester. “Raven stop that would you and come give your daddy a hug!” My fathers loud, booming voice filled the room.

I looked the other way. He looked at me, his eyes gleaming. "Good morning, sweetheart." "Morning!" I replied, looking at the wolf figurine on the table. "Why are you so eager to see me early in the morning?" He asked, and his intense look took my breath away. His bedroom voice is so seductive to my ears. Erased! I quickly blocked those thoughts from my mind. "I had a nightmare last night. Scary wolves surrounded me in the forest, and Natasha ordered the wolves to attack me. They shredded me to pieces, and I died in my dream! It feels so real! So horrific!" I exclaimed, looking at him with my terrified eyes.

My brain went all jumbled and woozy. “So?” Colton asked, leaning in as his stare took in every feature of my face. “Were we haunted by the same kind of dreams?” “I...” I opened my mouth, but only a dry croak emerged. After clearing my throat and licking my parched lips, I managed to say, “I guess that depends. Did your mom die when you were six too?” He shook his head, and I swear his shoulders fell as if he were relieved. Then he said, “If she had, I doubt I ever would’ve had a problem with nightmares in the first place.”

Morning 8 am Zuri POV: Waking up, I truly do feel like shit and my legs feel so weak. Oh yes. I chuckle to myself thinking about last night. Looking at the man beside me that caused it . I roll out of bed and I go towards the kitchen . Yawning I go through the fake water door "Shit" I scream , there is a random man in a suit standing in the kitchen . He pulls out his gun but he puts it down "You scared me " he chuckles out

I internally screamed, still breathing heavily. A rivulet of sweat dripped from my nose and landed on my pajama pants, invading the fabric. Taking my sleeve, I wiped the beads of sweat off my face and moved over to my dresser, grabbing the notebook from the bottom of a drawer. I climbed back on my bed and pulled the covers over me, suddenly feeling cold again. Taking the pen out of the spine, I start scribbling the horrifying dream down. I have never not been able to see faces. I wondered what this dream had to do with me.

I didn’t want either of us to get too used to sharing a bed, when it might be taken away from us soon. I bid my little wolf carving goodnight, and fell into a turbulent sleep. My dreams were fragmented, a sick cinema of strange images: injections plunging into pulsing veins and monstrous beasts howling, their dead, glassy eyes dark against the light of a yellow moon. All too soon my alarm went off, and I clawed my hand around trying to turn it off. I dragged myself out of bed. I hadn’t had nightmares in years. Clicking my bedroom light on, I audibly gasped when I caught sight of my face.

My blood turned to ice. The lumpy linoleum floor beneath my bare feet felt like it was tilting, threatening to drop me into the same icy water Silas said he had pulled me from all those years ago. The hallway outside Lena’s apartment suddenly felt impossibly smaller through the peephole, the dim yellow lighting casting long shadows across the peeling walls. Through the distorted glass of the tiny peephole, that man’s face remained terrifying. The sharp angle of his jaw. The heavy brow. The cold, vacant look in his eyes. It was all identical to the phantom that had haunted the edges of my suppressed nightmares since I was six years old.

he said. “And you’ll tell me your actual name then?” I asked. “I promise,” he nodded. “Let's go.” Six turned to me. “I’m hungry,” I whined. “We’re getting food before we leave blossom. I’m not mean,” he replied. “Never said you were,” I smirked, making Five chuckle while Six rolled his eyes. “Can I get your number?” Five asked, Six sent him an icy glare. “Sure,” I said, taking his phone. “What are you going to save my name as?” Five chuckled. “Why, it only makes sense that you become Six,” I giggled.

Elliot and I sat up, looking at them nervously as they walked in. " How are you, Sage?" father asks. " Good." I shrug. " The maid told me that you got a nightmare today." he whispers, sitting on the bed beside me. " Yeah, I thought to take a nap when I came back but I . . ." I trail off, feeling the nightmare flash into my mind . " What was the nightmare about?" Father looks at me, sympathy on his face. " Monsters." I whisper, looking at him with tears pooled into my eyes.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.