Nightmare Bonnie Drawings Novels & Stories

Bonnie's already cracked canthus and gnashing her teeth. "Done? Can you die after that?" Madman looked up and smiled. "Sorry, I'm afraid not." After she says this, he suddenly throws something at her. Bonnie sees a flash of light and shoots it with her gun. She never expected that it was two pairs of gloves tied up with two beakers inside, making a boomerang. Ignoring the pain in her hand, Bonnie tries to pick it up, but Madman is ready to pick it up faster than she can, twisting her back to the ground.

The horrific thing about the card was that there were two here figures, drawn in a childish hand. Two male figures in crude shirts and tuxes stood on either side of a fat, balloon-like woman figure in the centre. The trio were supposedly holding hands. But what made the rather childish drawing so macabre was the horror. What was terrifying was the face of the female in the centre. The crude drawing of the woman’s face had been scored off with a thick black marker, creating a cross. But what made Bianca gasp aloud, was the bright red slash across the stomach of the woman’s figure.

As I bent down to pick it up, I realised it had fallen open to a specific page. The illustration staring back at me held me in place like a beast with its claws in my chest. It was a drawing of a monster with long, dried-up black hair, claw-like nails, and prominent fangs. Below the drawing was a single red drop of blood, as if it were dripping from the fangs. I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing:

When they lunged at each other, a large explosion of energy blinded their battle. The next day, Bonnie woke up in her room filled with her school pictures and pictures of Taylor from the marketplace. She stumbled out of her bed, perplexed by what had taken place. What was that creature that attacked them? What had happened to Taylor? How did she end up in her room? These questions echoed through her head as she looked around her room for an important piece of equipment. “Where is my camera?” Bonnie asked aloud when a loud knock on her door startled her. “Who is it?”

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The drawings explained how deeply the person pined over the man and how crazy she became over the years or so. "Wow," Scarlette said, halting and staring at something. I traced her gaze and the image made me shudder. It wasn't the worst I'd seen but it still made me shiver. The lady was face down and getting mounted by a large wolf. The wolf was strange but I couldn't keep staring. I tore my gaze away and kept walking. It didn't take long before we reached an open space that looked like the bedroom of the woman. There was not much left in the room but an old bed, a broken bookshelf, and a stone table. The room was still lit and the drawings on the walls were different this time. It had the s

His eyes, usually so warm when they landed on Lila or me, were distant, focused on a bleak horizon only he could see, a horizon dominated by the phantom conjured by Lila’s nightmares: the owner of those boots. The drawings. They were imprinted on my soul, a constant, horrifying slideshow behind my eyelids. Locked in Damien’s biometric safe now, they still screamed from the darkness. The monstrous scribble with empty eyes that radiated pure malice. The small, stick-figure child curled impossibly tight. The boots, always the boots, standing sentinel over fear. Damien… Oh God, Damien. The moment his eyes had locked onto that drawing of the child hiding under the table, the boots beside it… I’d

Baron made a funny face and went to his room "Won't you come get a hug, sweetheart?" Dawn called "Leave me alone!!" Baron shouted from his room, feigning anger. Over dinner that night, Juana was moody. As much as she loved and enjoyed celebrating birthdays, she was afraid. It was a regular thing for her to see something mysterious on the right preceding her birthday.

A few days pass after the Donnie incident at school. I don’t remember what happened, but I’m amazed that I stood up to him and fought back. The doctor told me everything that I had done. I was forced to write an apology letter to the school, Donnie and his parents. That wasn’t fun in the slightest. I sit at my desk in my room and open up my notebook. For some reason I’ve been drawing strange sketches recently of a strange creature. I don’t know what it is I’ve just drawn them. They’re quite disturbing. Especially that in my mind the creature murders children and takes their souls. It’s a bit dark…