Little Nightmares The Lady's Face Novels & Stories

8:54 AM. Harmon leaned back. Chair creaked. Looked at grandkid photo. Then at me. “My granddaughter,” Harmon said. Quiet. Not judge. Human. “Lily. 5. She had nightmares. Last month. About a man in her window. There was no man. But she believed it. So I slept on her floor. 3 AM. 4 AM. 5 AM. Until she didn’t believe it anymore. That’s what 3 AM means. Isn’t it.”

“You appear as if you have just seen a ghost, what could possibly be wrong with you right now?” I wouldn’t cower in fear like this, sweat pouring down and my heart beating painfully fast, if I had only just seen a ghost. “It is nothing,” I said quickly, brushing her away with my hand. “I just had a terrible nightmare so really it was nothing at all. Nightmares are not uncommon with me.” She looked at me silently, not saying a single word but her eyes kept searching my face as if she didn’t believe my words fully or completely. She took in a deep breath before she finally said, “well my lady, tonight is going to be the perfect night for you to pray about whatever kind of nightmare plagues you

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

The cold morning breeze swept across his face as he struggled to raise his eye lids. The nightmares were here again. This time around he saw Grace and Derrick laughing maniacally as they chased after him from behind. "No... No... No!!!!! No!!!!!" He screamed and woke up panting heavily. He looked around the room fearfully and noticed he was in a strange place. "Hey... Are you ok?" He heard a lady's voice converging the room. The room was bright with the lights from the sun penetrating from the windows. She walked Into the room dressed in a black nightie and he flinched on sighting her.

"I’m just remembering the day we met and how I accused you of being a thief. Thinking of all the money you have now makes me laugh." Richard smirked. "I still wonder why you mistook me for a thief." Kristin chuckled. "So, what do you have planned for my birthday?" she asked. "I won’t tell. It’s a surprise." --- In a small but cozy room, a little girl, no older than six, struggled in her sleep, sweating profusely as she endured a nightmare. Her cries grew louder until she woke up screaming. A young woman rushed into the room and climbed onto the bed beside her.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

But I was really hoping that there wouldn't be any kind of scandal, and I really didn't want Lily to see or hear anything about this. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves while simultaneously trying to regain my composure. After that, I opened the door all the way, and there standing in front of me was a lady who I had never seen before. Her eyes were a dark brown color, and she had a round, pudgy face. Her hair was chopped off in a very short style. She gave off the impression of a wealthy woman who hadn't gotten much sleep in the past seven days. I narrowed my eyes slightly and then I asked her, "Excuse me. Who are you?"

She stood before me, wearing nothing but a flimsy red nightie that barely hid anything, her curves emphasized by the delicate fabric. I gulped, trying to regain control over my emotions as they threatened to overwhelm me. She shifted from one foot to another, her movements captivating, and my gaze followed her every gesture, unable to tear away. I couldn't help but notice how her breasts strained against the fabric of her nightie, her nipples hardened, a clear indication of her arousal. My body responded instinctively, blood rushing to my cock as desire coursed through me. My eyes traveled down her body, noting the lack of anything underneath her nightie. A low growl escaped my throat as my

I held the pillows closed to my ears to stop the noise but it just wouldn't budge and took up the phone. "Hello,the person you are trying to talking to call is very sleepy at the moment please call again later, thank you" I said and wanted to put the phone down but her voice stopped me "This isn't time for jokes." Helen said from the outer side,her voice carried panic and a little hint of fear. "Helen!" "Why are you calling so early!" I still hadn't gotten back at her for last night and now she decides to call this early. "Check the news!" She said and I quickly hung up I totally knew what that meant I looked through my phone quickly and the messages got me screaming.