Mono Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

It's a full moon tonight. The nightmares are here again. I am at the table, inside a deserted factory. Seven men surround me and the moon gets brighter. My breathing is intensified, and the shadow comes creeping. It's the shadow of a monster. It is no tiger this time, it's a monster with two heads. One is the head of an infant, while the other is the head of a woman. "You failed the one you love You failed the one you love You failed the one you love"

"I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for dreams," Dante said. "They're echoes of our fears, not reflections of truth." A long silence stretched between them. Outside, clouds drifted across the moon, casting the room into a deeper shadow. "What helps?" Dante asked finally. "With the nightmares." Madeleine gave a small, bitter laugh. "Nothing, really. Eventually, I wake up." Dante seemed to consider something, his brow furrowing. Then, with careful movements, he extended his hand, palm up, between them. A small golden flame appeared, dancing above his skin.

“That’s… very unsettling.” “Unsettling?” I repeated bitterly, my voice rising. “Rmonica, this isn’t just some bad dream. It’s a warning. I know it.” Her expression was grim as she spoke. “It’s certainly something…” She shook her head. “I don’t know what to make of any of this. What are we supposed to do about it, Kamrynn? I know this isn’t normal. These nightmares…they’re something more.” “I know that better than anyone,” I whispered, clutching the blanket around me. “I have completely no control over them, they're absolutely dreadful. I don't know what to do.”

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

-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.

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

Diana kicked against it before I could land. “In that case, we should pray that either Uncle Killian or Dad returns.” I preferred our Dad coming first but I knew Diana didn’t mind who did. “What do we do till then? I’m getting bored and don’t suggest sleeping because my nightmares won’t let that happen.” “Every time I close my eyes, I see Dad getting hit and all that blood.” “Me too.” “Really?” “Yes, we are twins, remember?” “Except in my dreams, Black Moon is still alive. He stands over Dad and whispers things to me.”

The pain split her brain and they appeared to be in conjunction with her heart as her heart flowed along with the painful rhythm. "No! Not again," Monica whispered. "Not this time," Sweat broke out of her body like a boiling broiler. "No! I don't." She cried out, ramming her fist on the oak table, trying to block memories that could not help but crawled into her life, racing her heartbeat and tormenting her with series of a scary nightmares.

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

Samuel gave Melissa a scathing glare. She promptly shrank into herself and kept her mouth shut. Gnashing his teeth, Samuel said, "You probably slept with Ronald, too." "Hey, you're the one who said I wouldn't even move in bed. You said I was like a blow-up doll. I had to practice with someone, didn't I? Don't tell me you don't want to let me go?" "Why you…" He flew into a rage, but there was nothing he could do about it.