Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

I clenched my fists until my knuckles ached and stormed toward the house. Dorian Keene. Even in your sleep, you’ll see me. Because I will be the nightmare that haunts you, the way you’ve haunted me all these years. And where better to do that than when the prey comes walking into the Lion's den.

"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.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

'That way when you misplace one, you can always find another to save the situation' he had said 'What if I misplace everyone of them?' She had playfully asked 'That rarely happens, and God forbid. But if it does, the hospital is there for you' he had replied. She began to feel life returning to her body gradually. 'Come on doll, it's time to warm my bed' He was coming towards her now with full force. Juana studied his features carefully: bloodshot eyes, huge biceps, protruding stomach like a woman three months gone, dirty beards and tiny moustache, hard, rough looking hands and a hairy bare chest. He was such a dangerous sight and didn't look anything like the friendly good looking calm-voic

I fall asleep wondering what he's gonna do about that hard on… I woke up laying on his chest in the tub he was gently but absentmindedly washing my back. 'I had another nightmare about Viktor. He ripped apart more people.' His voice boomed in my head he sounds lost in thought and sad. I look up and his eyes were brown, man it's the second one this week. "Were you having these nightmares before this week?" He shakes his head somberly and I notice my voice sounds much better. "What can we do about it? Can the guys help you out?" He looks at me like 'Yeah Right!' Then scoffs, "The only thing that they think about is fuckin you so no help there." Oh damn! "Do you know about the Spirit Realm?" He

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

There's no goddamn way out and my dad wouldn't be there for a few minutes yet. We were literally screwed. The one who appears to be the leader approaches calmly, demonstrating that he is sure of his every step, the black mask preventing any form of identification except for the tattoo going up the neck and the earring on the right side adorning the ear. “We just want the girl,” he says, his voice heavy with a thick accent. I look at Cosmo, taking in his stiff posture, his shoulders tense, his hands opening and then clenching into fists, his leg slamming against the floor of the car.

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

--- IDENTITY Full Name: Guy Johnson Callsign: Nightmare Aliases: n/a Piloting Licenses: Civilian Commercial Industrial MEDICAL Age: 23 Gender: Male Hair Color: Blond Eye Color: Blue Ethnicity: Human Height: 175 cm Weight: 68 kg Build: Athletic Markings/Scars: n/a UNLAWFUL ACTIVITY Crimes Against Persons. Assault x 16 Murder x 4 Rape x 8 Robbery x 2

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.