Novel & Cerita Melancholy Nightmare

Dim light filled the whole room again as I placed it above the bedside table. I stretched my body and roamed my eyes around the room. My eyes darted to the painting that hangs on the wall. I remembered that my Grandma Momma used to stare at this painting from time to time. I went in front of the painting as I stared at it carefully. My head creased and my eyes widened when I saw the blue part of it move like waves. I blinked multiple times when I thought that I was hallucinating. I even pinched myself. But to my horror, the painting was really moving. I was about to scream at the top of my lungs when a light blurred my eyes and the next thing I knew, a force pushed my body and the painting s

Something rippled in her mind. Where are you? Why do you refuse to come to me? That voice was a venomous hiss of fury. She stopped, horrified, and pressed both hands to her head. It was her nightmare, the same voice calling to her, echoing in her mind. The nightmares were coming more often, haunting her sleep, disturbing her waking hours, creeping into her consciousness at all hours. Sometimes she thought she might go mad. She approached a rippling stream. Stepping stones, vibrant splashes of color, flat and welcoming, paved her way across the crystal-clear water. The stream was icy cold when she bent to idly trail her fingers in it. The feel was soothing.

Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive. As the rain of blood intensified, so did my screams. The crimson drops seemed to absorb the resonance of my cries, creating a dissonant harmony that mirrored the disintegrating fabric of my own psyche. The nocturnal landscape bore witness to my agony, each scream etching a mark on the desolate canvas of my tormented dreams. Relentless torment persisted, an unyielding barrage of pleas and cries punctuating the breakdown of reality around me. In the throes of the nightmare, my screams became a haunting melody of despair, a soulful lament that seemed to merge with the

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

That night, that brutal night that presented me with a horrible, free show without a care in the fucking world for my age and tenderness as the darkness birthed that doom that became a mental note and a fucking mental painting and picture that has been there, eating me up whole, cemented in my brain as if it were made with me, infused with my blood and ran through my fucking veins and even plagued my dreams, turning them into hideous nightmares, a vivid fucking nightmare with clear, unhinged details as it gives me free tickets to back to that night, a free chair and free chains to bind my weight to it and tapes to keep my eyes open as it replays that scene that the four-year-old version of m

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.