Movie Dream/killer Novels & Stories

The silver mask tilted, just slightly, toward Derek’s face. "You’re smaller than I expected." Derek’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. The Verdict Killer let the silence sit. Let it fill the room. Let Derek feel the shape of it. Then, still crouched, still easy, still looking at my husband through the almond slits of a four-hundred-year-old mask, he said the word I will remember, I think, until I die. "Crawl."

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

They say the pretty ones always are. And finally – finally – Brandon Lee. Legacy kid, family money, effortlessly gorgeous in that East Asian model way. Supposedly the nice one. Though “nice” is relative in this house. No TV. No pizza. No movie night. Just five predators and one very, very stupid girl in a sundress. “Connor.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “What the fuck is this?” He won’t look at me. He’s staring at the floor, at his shoes, at anything except my face.

My child was killed – No. Sila’s child was killed. And Balin has hinted at who the killer was. And then there were the dreams I’ve been having of that same memory, where I hear Damien’s voice over and over again. He was the one who killed Sila’s child. He’s the murderer.

i asked and he nods before leaving —---- “You look horrible” frank said as i walked in “I feel horrible too” i slumped on the sit beside him “I got you ice cream” he placed it on the table “Thank you” i said picking-up the spoon and taking a huge scoop “Wanna talk about it” i stared at him i sighed “I had a dream” i said recalling how i woke up feeling breathless The rage in Damian eyes The fear that engulfed me “What was it about” “Mr Rodriguez was trying to kill me”

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

MAVERICK I came awake with a terrifying start. I had a dream where someone was killing my parents right before my very eyes, and I was too powerless to stop them. The killer stood over their corpses, and turned to me at last. She had blood red eyes, and a wide smile that made her look like a crazed, deranged lunatic. She came for me with her hands outstretched, claws ready to sink into my flesh and snuff the life out of me.

Maybe she can help me find a solution or tell me how to appease the Moon Goddess. My dreams are brutal and show me the deaths of my loved ones. Every new death I am forced to watch. I see Maverick die again. Unable to look away this time. Then I see Madeline die in battle. A rogue tears out her throat. Again I’m paralysed watching, unable to move or make a sound.

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.

She didn't delete it. Two nights later she dreamed of the street. The blade. The cold press of metal against her throat. The sound his body made when he moved—that silent, lightning-fast precision. Only in the dream, he didn't catch her. In the dream, she hit the ground alone, and the concrete was cold against her cheek, and no one came. She woke with her heart slamming against her ribs, sheets soaked through, her hand reaching for something that wasn't there.