Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, immediate sleep. In his nightmare, he stood in an endless void. On each finger of his outstretched hands, he balanced a glowing orb. Each orb contained a swirling galaxy, teeming with life. As he watched, horrified and mesmerized, one orb slipped from his grasp. It didn’t fall; it unmade. The galaxy within winked out of existence without a sound, as if it had never been. A profound, cosmic grief filled him.

Charlotte’s POV I woke with a start at half past two. My heart was pounding, and I’d broken out in a cold sweat at some point during my nightmare, making my hair stick to the back of my neck. Another nightmare. Just like most nights. I sighed, having grown all too used to the feeling by now. My dreams were often plagued with images of blood and undeveloped lips forming the word: “Mommy”. My miscarriage. It never got easier, even if the nightmares were routine by now. Usually, I managed to fall back asleep, but this night had been a little worse than normal. I decided to make myself some tea.

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.

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.

For a heartbeat, he glimpsed the coliseum twisting into something monstrous, its arches like gaping jaws, its shadows alive with writhing forms. Then the void swallowed him whole. --- Darkness. A silence deeper than death, filled with whispers. Kael opened his eyes—or thought he did. There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above, only endless black threaded with scarlet veins of light. The air was heavy with dread, pressing down on him, suffocating. The chains inside him screamed, alive in a way they had never been before. This was no longer the desert. No longer the ruined coliseum. This was the Nightmare. And it had claimed them all. ☠️ End of Chapter 12

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

BUTTERFLY Darkness is falling again But I know that mortal sleep Turned into a nightmare in a rocking cradle... My frozen consciousness, nourished by the venom of a sorceress scorpion, was slowly recovering at dawn. An endless crackling of records in my mind... There is no melody, the corners of my mind are filled with terrible melodramas. Didn't I die in the middle of a nightmare last time? If all that I saw wasn't real, it must have been nasty pus running through my dark mind.

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”

3rd pov; Multiple running memories that fades and dissolves, leaves a painful impact on the soul. There is nothing that can be done. All we can do is blame. Blame on the mind that flows in the direction of the repetitive scenery. Thus that’s how the movie is replayed whenever the button is clicked. The two Melani brothers stayed with Elena the whole night. Their hearts ached for the their little sister who whimpered and silently cried throughout her sleep. Her nightmares reappearing before her eyes like a broken film once again.