Little Nightmares Thin Man Novels & Stories

Chapter 24: Garrett's POV Late into the night, the waves lapping softly against the shore serenaded the villa, but even this usually soothed me not. My gaze had been on a figure next to me, Thorne, whose pallor belied even sleep. His brows furrowed, and his breathing came out uneven. He stirred and murmured something unintelligibly, his fingers convulsing against the sheets. Another nightmare.

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No matter how many times he repeated my name in the dark, I was standing in a room where the air was too expensive for my lungs, and every single glass panel in the Grand Horizon was silently screaming the same brutal truth into my face. You don't belong here. End of Chapter 39

I pulled back to look at his face, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead. "I'm so sorry, Leo. I shouldn't have left you alone. I thought you were deep asleep. I am so, so sorry." He sniffed, his eyes red and puffy. He looked so small under that massive blanket. "I had a nightmare," he whispered, his voice cracking. "The man was back. He had the glass of water, and he told me that if I didn't drink it, he'll kill you. I saw you disappear into the dark, and I couldn't reach you."

But I couldn't help watching her too, every minute I wanted to glance her way. Something about the way she looked fragile, but still trying to hold herself together, made my chest tighten in fondness. Then something caught attention. She whimpered softly with her body tensing. Her hand shot out, clutching the edge of the blanket as if she was being threatened. Her head turned sharply, breath coming in broken gasps. It made me realize that she was having a nightmare. "Jane," I said quietly, standing fast on both my feet. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I am here."

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

I felt disappointed with myself. After the bindings being lifted I thought I’d feel free and empowered. But it was short lived and I just felt sad and exhausted. Brett had barely left my side and if he needed to, my parents, Jeremy, Louis or Lugh watched me. The nightmares came mainly at night where I was trying to reach Thomas down a corridor covered in smoke and flames but I could never get to him in time. I would then wake up sweating and gasping for breathe. I would then be hushed back to sleep or if Brett, cuddled. Brett walked in on Lugh cuddling me once and hit the roof. Lugh disappeared right in front of me, a trick he only seems to use when in life or death situations.

The other Jess gave a sinister smile before applying even more pressure on Jess’s throat, she continued to increase it until Jess heard a snap. Jess jumped up in bad, her hands automatically going to her throat. She looked around her. The room was lit from the moonlight shining through the open windows. Jess knew she was saved, but she needed even more light in her room. She turned and crawled to her bedside table. Her hand went out and switch on the bedside lamp. It shone bright, lighting up the entire room. Jess could see there was nothing that could be considered a threat. She laid back down on her bed and held her throat, unable to forget that sickening track of her neck. It took her a l

I'll just have a small look and come back. Slowly, pushing open his bedroom door, I step inside. My eyes widen as I watch the man tremble in his sleep. He is having nightmares. "Tin, help me! Tin!" He mumbles quietly, thrashing his arms around. My chest tightens. It's my fault. I should have stayed with him and stopped the criminals from taking him. Feeling guilty, my feet take me closer to him. Reaching out my hand, I gently brush his soft black hair. His hair is longer and more beautiful than mine.