Little Nightmares The Lady's Face Novels & Stories

“I dream of women. A lot.” “That’s scary? Hah. I didn’t think you were that sort of Greek.” “Piss off and die badly, sir,” Porcius shot back. “No, of women in the night, women in the woods.” “I see monsters in the woods. I’ll trade you dreams.” “You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.”

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

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.

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.

Nia's POV I flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t. But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.

He even assured me that it was completely normal to not feel the same way. Craning my neck to look further into the garden from the small window, I watched as he looked around for me before walking away dejectedly. I was dumb, so fucking dumb. Turning down someone as good as Orion for a monster like Ares was completely stupid. Lenny whimpered from her bunk above and I frowned. Lately, she has been having nightmares. Her cries were the reason I was awake. They never let me sleep. My frown deepened as I remembered how she had completely denied having nightmares when I wanted to comfort her. Ever since then she blatantly decided to ignore me. She had stepped into the room quietly, climbed into

Lena was five years old when the nightmares started. Alina woke to her daughter’s screams echoing through the hall. She was moving before consciousness fully returned, Kaden right beside her through the bond. They found Lena sitting up in bed, golden light pulsing from her small hands. Her eyes were open but unfocused, seeing something that wasn’t there. “Lena, wake up,” Alina said, kneeling beside the bed. “Baby, it’s just a dream.” Lena’s eyes focused. The light faded. She threw herself into Alina’s arms, sobbing.

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."

I want to know if it's a trap for us too or what. At that I noticed that the woman laughed. It was such a chilling laugh and so dry. It was as if she had glass in her throat that made her voice crack. -Charles, Charles, what are you doing with them here? -And then the woman slowly turned around. As she did so, I stood there staring at her: her eyes were two white holes and she had black all around. Her teeth were so sharp they didn't look like human teeth. Her face had holes in which there were worms hanging out of them. And his fingernails were long, full of dirt and badly cut. It was horrible. And disgusting. I felt like I was going to faint but I didn't. I had never seen a ghost like that

Those at the other side of the door seemed to be having difficulties opening the door and she knew without a single doubt that the eery kid on her bed was behind the door malfunction. The sound of a stomach grumbling made her pause and kicked the kid into action. As he got off the bed, black spots flashed in her eyesight. A wave of dizziness had her sinking to the floor as that serpentine tongue wet the boy's lip in anticipation of his meal. As blackness covered her, the lady could only be grateful that she did not have to feel those teeth sink into her once more. The last word she heard was “Mama!" Whimpers and groans besides her woke Mo from her familiar nightmare. She opened her eyes to s