Mister Nightmare Scary Stories Novels & Stories

I lie again through clenched teeth, my vision focused on the intricate patterns of the carpeting. Mister Mirza wasn't present at home that day. Khalil was in the basement and Mrs.Mirza witnessed everything without objection. "Your nightmares don't lie Hazel." Mister Mirza counters softly. "I hear you during the late hours, your nightmarish screams fill the entire home." I grimace outwardly, then I uncross my arms and began to fiddle with the cuffs of my long sleeves. "If you are done saying what you have to say, may I please return to my room, Mister Mirza?"

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He didn't come back that night, but I got the photos and the videos. I was utterly unfazed when I texted Ronald and told him I’d go find him that night. If they wanted me to get knocked up, I'd rather have a hot specimen warming my bed. No one else mattered. Ronald was like an excited pup. The moment he met me, he hugged me. "God, I spent the whole day watching your husband going at it. Felt like I might go blind." I chuckled and patted his head. "Well, here I am. Hope that helps your eyes. What do you think of Samuel?"

I have been feeling restless and having terrible nightmares ever since that day in the kitchen, the day I heard her conversation with someone on the phone. “Noted, babe. I love you.” Sometimes, I would see her standing behind me, smirking evilly. Sometimes, her hands would be around my neck, tightening, until I couldn’t breathe. Other times, we would be on a cliff I didn't know how we got to, and she would push me from behind. I shut my eyes tightly, shaking my head as if I could force the images out. “Stop it… stop it…” I sat up on the bed, dragging in a deep breath.

“I’m not a coward who backs down from a challenge with excuses. Let’s finish this shit once and for all.” As soon as I said it, whispers spread all over the room. “Silence! Natalya, you don’t know what you’re asking for. You already look pathetic in your state.” Yeah... look who’s talking. Someone who almost fainted when I broke his arm. “That’s exactly why I’m curious. I want to know what Nightmare is made of,” I threw it as a challenge, though deep down I knew I was lying. I had already seen what he was.... dangerous, ruthless, and bloodthirsty like a vampire.

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

It was a presence, an entity, a force that lived and breathed in the very air around him. Ben’s heart hammered in his chest, but his feet refused to move. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the horror that unfolded before him. The laughing, twisted faces of his friends — his former friends — were all around him. They were no longer just shadows of memories. They had become something else entirely. Nadia stood before him, her once-beautiful face now a grotesque mockery of itself, her eyes glowing with an unholy light. She reached toward him, her bony fingers stretching like claws.

NIGHTMARE I was walking and was scared I heard my name being call I look around but saw no one,I keep walking and heard my name when I turn back no one as I look at my front he was there and he say am coming I woke up and was scared,I started crying I didn't know my cry was loud and the doctor came in Hey Alex,Alex what wrong His coming he say his coming Who is coming Alex The vampire Alex listen to me you have a bad dream no one coming ok,you are safe

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear