Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift, pushing away the intrusive thoughts and focusing on the silence. I just wanted to stay in here forever, if that was possible. But reality had other plans. The nightmare was having a devastating effect on my mental health. Every breath I took was tinged with an ominous feeling, a haunting reminder of the nightmare. The images of falling into a grave, my stalker, and a burglar finishing me off and ripping me apart replayed in my mind relentlessly.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

I sit in bed, staring absentmindedly at a corner of the room. Moonlight seeps through the windows and paints everything a serene shade of blue and the silence is calm, but my mind is far away from the present. Unlike my dreams, I remember my nightmares in brutal detail. They are never scary, just reminders of my past and all the things I could have, should have, done differently. My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed.

A surge of disappointment washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Attempting to clear her thoughts, Nemesis rubbed her temples and groaned softly. Her mind kept returning to a peculiar dream that had engulfed her senses prior to waking. It felt so vivid, so tangible, that at times she struggled to distinguish it from reality. In this dream, she encountered an unfamiliar version of herself and discovered a mysterious connection with the vampire lord, David. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp the significance or meaning behind these enigmatic revelations.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

“Sweet dreams.” A loud chuckle escaped her lips, coated in sarcasm. “Thanks.” Jo headed down the hallway in search of a bed and hopefully no dreams at all. The chances of them being sweet were next to none, so it was always better not to dream than experience a nightmare even worse than the living hell she’d been stuck in for as long as she could remember.

I throw him off my body, shouting like my life depends on it. I wake up from the confusing nightmare, sweating profusely and I immediately switch on the lights. I look around the room and when I realise that I'm all alone, I sigh in relief then switch off the lights, pulling over the quilt and forcing myself to sleep. I can't wait for morning so that Brenda and her boyfriend can leave! I want this house all to myself, to do as I please! **** Finally it's morning!

Melina is startled awake when the nightmare ends. She closes her eyes and tries to calm her racing heart. Melina just had the same nightmare again. It’s the same one she has been having for three weeks. Opening her eyes, she runs her hand through her hair and drops her legs to the side of the bed. Melina can’t believe she really thought if she left that house, the memories of what happened would vanish. She sighs and places her hands on her temple. These past three weeks have been hell. She even wishes she hadn’t come out of numbness.

They had buried it. The blood on their hand made the memory sickening. They clenched their fist, nails cutting into their palm. “It is for Selene,” they muttered, voice low, urgent, as though trying to convince themselves. “For her rise. For the new order. Everything else… means nothing.” But the shaking did not stop. When sleep finally came, it came heavy. And with it, a nightmare. They were in the main hall again. The rune glowed, brighter this time, a crimson blaze splitting the stone apart. From the cracks spilled shadows that screamed like children. A thousand voices, shrill, accusing.