Nightmare Camping Novels & Stories

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

However, when I calm down and realize that it must be light out, I open them. My room is normal again, the door is open and I smell the sweet scent of the maple flavored bacon my mom is frying in the kitchen. Feeling relieved, I start to get out of bed and look down. I had just started to feel like it was a nightmare last night, but the sheets are on the floor. My arm starts to itch, so I go to scratch it and for some weird reason it has a rash on it where the woman drooled on me.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

“So, you are a country girl?” “Oh yeah. I loved to camp and go four-wheeling. I love a good bonfire. Good old fashioned country nights are always the best. You go four-wheeling, build a bonfire, camp out at night and wake up the next morning to fresh country air. It’s even better to wake up next to someone in that tent.”

Daniela’s POV I was sure I was going to wake up before Kathy did, because one: I didn’t sleep long in new environments. And two: a nightmare would definitely wake me up hours before I would like to be up. But that didn’t happen. When I opened my eyes, the room was very bright. Either Kathy’s bedroom curtains were very light or I had slept hours deep into the day. The latter didn’t feel real. Another thing, Kathy wasn’t on the bed.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

Felt their blood on my hands. I was camping in the desert when the nightmares finally drove me to try something stupid. There was a bottle of pills I'd stolen from a pharmacy. Sleeping medication. I sat staring at them for hours, counting out doses. Wondering how many it would take. That's when I caught their scent on the wind. A pack of rogues roared into my campsite just after midnight. Bikes with custom exhaust pipes that echoed off the canyon walls. The riders were rough wolves covered in tattoos and scars. The kind who'd been kicked out of their packs for violence.

The campfire had burned low, leaving only glowing embers and the thick scent of pine smoke hanging in the cool night air. We had planned this camping trip for months, just the two of us, to escape the stress of final exams and city life. A small tent, a secluded spot deep in the national forest, and a bottle of cheap whiskey we brought along for old times’ sake. No signal. No distractions. Just stars, silence, and each other.

"If that bitch weren't so crazy, we would already be enjoying this camp with horror stories." "Yeah, I would have agreed with that if our night hadn't been spoiled like this," James mumbled as the boys started packing their tent and other things they brought with them. They made sure that there was no trash or bottles left on their camping site. It was a long drive, but their bodyguards drove them, and the boys were only huddled in the back seat snoring. Alessandro was still exercising his hand gripper. "Sandro, you are so noisy," Adamson complained. "I can sleep through my daughter's crying, but your thing is really noisy."