Little Nightmares Six's Face Novels & Stories

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

Mallory’s POV Sixteen years old “Ugh! I look like hell!” I groaned to myself, taking in the dark circles under my eyes and the sallow look to my skin reflected in my bathroom mirror. I’d been having the same nightmare since I was seven years old but somehow it still managed to rob me of sleep. Last night was no different, leading to my current predicament. What a great way to start the day, my sixteenth birthday. “Let’s go birthday girl!” My mom called way too energetically from the living room. “Alpha and Luna are waiting for us to arrive so they can celebrate with you!”

“Tell Kieran… My name is Melanie.” I froze. “Melanie?” “Yes,” she hissed. “Ask him about me. Ask him what he’s hiding from you.” The dream shattered. I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air. Sweat ran down my face, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. “My lady?” June’s worried voice came from the floor. She hurried to my side. “What’s wrong?” Rita joined her, eyes wide. “Did you have a nightmare?” I clutched the blanket. “It was… the boy again. But this time… there was a woman with him.”

After some time he finished doing his sinful acts and looked at me amusingly. . . . I woke up from my sleep sweating. I again saw his disgusting face and his sinful acts. These nightmares are haunting me for the past six years. I looked at my watch and it's 2 a.m. I stood up from the bed and walked towards the dining space. I poured me a glass of water and drank it quickly. Right now, I am feeling lonely and afraid. I need some comfort and I am so unfortunate that I don't have anyone who can give me a little bit of affection and comfort.

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.

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. As Luna turned to leave, she turned back to me. "Get some rest," she said with a gentle voice. I nodded, feeling grateful for her kindness. I quickly ate my food and lay down to sleep. I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to shake off the haunting image of Eva's terrified face in my dream. I had a dream of her being abused, and in my dream, I was powerless to stop it. It was a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. My heart raced as I gasped for air, trying to wake up from the nightmare. But when I finally did, I saw Zero staring right at me, her green eyes glowing in the dark.

I cry out in pain. " You are a bastard son without a father. I am not your papa." Randy says, spit sprays unto my face. " Your Mama is a whore and you are the cursed child nobody wants." Randy is at his favorite game of cursing again. Suddenly his face changes to that of Lucifer's, with horns. Fire smokes out of his eyes, his eyes, his nose. There is fire everywhere. I wet myself before I scream. I wake with fright. The tee shirt I wore to bed is soaked in sweat. My hands are shaking as usual. I have been having another nightmare, the same kind that haunted my childhood.

The one he was looking at was a picture of a kid with the words dead written across it. “Is… is this all the kids he gave to the Nightmare Master?” he asked in a dark tone as he looked over all the pictures. “No, these are all the people he lost when living on the streets.” Aiden told us as he reached up and touched a picture that looked a lot like Illusion as a kid.

He would disagree with her plans. She must leave secretly. Suddenly, a soft voice spoke. "Mommy!" Larissa turned around to see Vincent pattering his way toward her. He reached out and hugged her. "Mommy, I had a nightmare. It was the red-eyed guy again. He's so mean! He did many bad things. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. I almost cried!" Larissa patted him and looked at his eyes, which were now black again. She said softly, "Don't be scared. I have an idea already."

Lexi It has been two weeks since the nightmares started and now they come every night. Tonight is no different. It starts off pleasant. Memories of my grandma and my parents. Days having fun on the beach collecting shells and swimming. My fifth birthday party with everyone I love around and alive. It flows through my mind like an old home movie. I’m at peace and happy. The peace doesn't last long. The memories fade to pitch black. Glowing neon yellow and red eyes and razor sharp fangs with no face appear.