Mister Nightmare Scary Stories Novels & Stories

She notices a little book under the scattered documents. She opens the first page 'Drago Morningstar' is written on it, strange name, she thinks. She opens the next page 'Nightmare' is written on it. The word catches her attention, " Nightmare" she mumbles. "Nightmare" Rachael mumbles. A little force bends the air around the table as breeze brushes some documents to the ground. Suddenly, the book starts to flip pages by itself and Rachael panics. She runs to a corner of the office and looks in fear .

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.

It had led to several bloody wars and needless deaths. MistWorld was a small world inhabited by three supernatural species and magical creatures. It was also a world where magic was used to do almost everything, which included making clothes, cooking, sometimes communicating, and others. Demons, as we had been taught, lived underneath MistWorld, and could only appear in Mistworld when summoned by witches. But here in Mistworld, there were werewolves, vampires, and witches. The werewolves were spread across the Western side of Mistworld, divided into packs ruled by Alphas. The entire western area was sometimes still called Old Wood Hill, a name given to it centuries ago.

Separated by the glass, he looked at me and told me he had been reborn. I only felt disappointed. “Sabrina, you have to believe me. In the previous lifetime, I married you.” I stared at him and smiled coldly. “Then tell me, how did I die back then?” Aaron’s gaze flickered. “The Johansen family was crushed by the Sullivan family and went bankrupt. Your grandpa took you back, and you got sick and passed away.” He was still lying. I exposed him without mercy. “I died because you and Rachel pushed me into traffic and I was hit by a car!”

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

His unreadable eyes observing the sight. His mismatched eyes—one piercing blue, the other a ghostly, burned white—locked onto us with a predatory stillness that silenced the room. “I don’t recall inviting you two to my sweet home. Mr. Night moved with a lethal grace, his black mask catching the light of the chandelier as he descended the stairs. Delphi flinched, her entire body shaking as she shrunk behind Kristine, hiding from the dangerous man. “Kristine, please, help me. I-I don’t want to stay here.” Delphi whimpered, clutching her shoulders desperately.

Scarlett couldn't sleep. All through the night, she tossed and turned restlessly, plagued with images of Tabitha's dead body. One time when she managed to doze off, a bad dream terrified her. She saw herself standing before Mirah's dangling body, while Tabitha and Gretchen lay underneath her, their bodies slowly decaying. Then a mysterious figure appeared out of the darkness and pointed a finger at her, followed by an eerie whisper that said, "You are next..."

The nightmare was worse than usual. It wasn't just fragments this time; it was a full, suffocating reel. The dusty carpet smell, the crushing weight, the paralyzing fear—it was so vivid he woke up choking on a scream, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a merciless 2:17 AM.

my throat stung with dryness, and I knew I was probably screaming out loud. my nightmares have always been an issue. I used to get beaten for screaming from my sleep and waking everyone up in the middle of the night by Mr Hill and Lydia. In Mrs Taylor's House, she helped me with a drink that helped me sleep deeply. those were the only nights I didn't suffer from nightmares. Every night, I'm chased by something. Lydia. Dead Mrs Hill. Dead and burnt people. Fiona. A rotten skeleton. Rogues. Faceless people. Now the assholes that locked me up here.