Novel & Cerita Mister Nightmare Scary Stories

May.2050 The nightmare woke her again, she groaned as she stirred lazily to check the digital alarm clock beside her colt. It was 4am, she groaned again. Drilling starts by 5 and she knew there was no chance to steal a little bit more sleep, she lay back down to ponder over her constant dreams, dreams which she had begun to get used to that she didn’t wake up screaming in terror anymore, it had always been the same nightmare every night, the blood curdling screams of a tortured man, flashes of lights and the grim goggled faces of people in long white coats.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

That's why it's very hard to know where he got those. "Mr. Manore, what happened? Did you get into a fight? " I worriedly asked. He didn't answer again, and after a few minutes, he slowly tilted his head and showed me his face—he smirked at me and held my hand. "Gotcha!" I shouted in fear when his face turned into a monstrous one. It's familiar... it's the one that I encountered last night. I forcedly got my hand from him and continued shouting while running. I don't know where I'm going. The only thing that's marked in my head was to run as fast as I could and do not let him catch me. I was panting real hard and I thanked the Almighty when I arrived safely at my room. I got in and locked it

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

Even though I'm aware my pride should be the least of my worries, it seems to have full control over me. Mr. Andrews made his way back to his desk and I could have sworn I heard something similar to an evil laugh come from him as he sat down. I'm dead. I just know it. The rest of the day went on like normal. I did my work and Mr. Andrews did his while ordering me around. Yet, I could not shake the fear that at any moment whatever punishment he was planning for me would just jump out and get me. To be honest I would rather he torture me now and get it over with instead of me being this paranoid.

The girl is now huddled on one side of the bed, face down, after being identified as a mistress, she is too ashamed to face us. “If you even think of lying to me, I'll make sure you don't only lose your job at KDS news, but you are blacklisted.” It wasn't an empty threat. Knowing Mason, he would carry this out without lifting a finger. It seems Mr. Hale seems to realise that too. He dropped to the floor, his knees hitting the tiled floor with a low thud. He pressed both hands together, and his shoulder shook. Truly, he messed with the wrong people.

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.

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

It's all real; he's here, a reality that sends chills down my spine. He reaches out to my hand, which is placed over the bed. My heart races with conflicted emotions sparking within me. Anger seeped through, and I screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!" He paused, cold eyes locking onto mine, amusement playing in his dark gaze. His lips curled up at the corner, a sinister expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Mate," Sasha's voice echoed in my head, a whisper escaping my lips as my strength drained away. "Please let me go," I pleaded, desperate for an escape from this chilling reality.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.