Night Film Novels & Stories

October 31st, 2010: Sunday: Autumn ~~~~~~~ Tony considered his options. He didn't like this anymore. It hadn't even been that long since they had found it, but he had had enough and needed something different. Time to change up this week's flavour. "Yo, Dill! We just watched all the 'Nightmare on Elm Street's like last month. Let's pick a different one. I wanna watch 'The Exorcist' again at some point, too." Tony looked up at Dillon from the floor in front of the entertainment center in the living room, where he kept all his movies in a cubby below the DVD player.

I guess that means Frequency wasn't wrong when he said the Nightmare Master was up to something. I didn't bother to ask frequency if he could help us. If what he was saying was the truth, there was no reason to ask him. Usually, he would use his abilities to hack into the cameras and watch where the freaks were. Of course I didn't doubt that I could do this on my own; once again, it was the other two I was worried about. I spared them a glance as I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

I nod and let him do his business. I walk towards the living room and turn the TV on and my netflix. Movie night will be great. "Jack! What movie do you like to watch?" I shouted. "I love to watch horror with my friends, please pick a good one!" I chuckle and also ask him to get some snacks as well. Jack's POV After watching a horror movie, nini kissed the top of my head and let me rest at my room already. Well, it's already 11pm.

I cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist as my head lay comfortably listening to the slow heartbeat in his chest. He pressed play on the movie that I had come to realize was ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’...I wasn’t easily scared by horror movies but this one did make me jump and hide my face a fair few times. Each time I would jump, Niklaus would let out a small laugh, squeezing me slightly and shaking his head. I rolled my eyes each time—not everybody could be as brave as him. He didn’t need to pretend to be all alpha male and laugh at my adrenaline kicking in.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

Clara It’s deep into the night when I jolt awake, my chest rising and falling with sharp, rapid breaths. Sweat clings to my skin, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in the dark. The nightmare fades in fragments, flashes of shadows, a voice I couldn't quite place, the overwhelming feeling of being chased. I sit up slowly, the bedsheet twisted around my legs, and take a moment to ground myself The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting long, pale shapes across the room.

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

Afterward, they applauded the two and erupted into chuckles. A few seconds later, Nics got up and switched off the light switch. Only the pale moonlight illuminated its way through the bedroom and faintly lit the band posters on the wall. Nics turned on her phone and smirked wickedly, “Now, I crave spooks people.” She ran to the crowd who has wrapped themselves in blankets and pillow forts. “Tell some weird-ass spooky urban legends or something,” Nics urged. “Is this gonna be a typical teenage movie sleepover?” Alyssa asked.

There were times when she peeked from below the sheets into her window. Oh, how her heart raced when they open the window with their hands and creep on the small spot they opened, only to watch her sleep. No matter how hard your nails were fastened into the hardwood. No matter how you closed your windows. They would watch. Silently. With a grin on their faces. But they would not touch you. They wouldn't. They would just watch you as you dream. Some would attack the cattle. But none would speak with them. The only known Night Hallows who could speak were the Counts and Countesses. The immortals who lurk at the night, for luxury, for pleasure.