Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

My voice quivered as I spoke and continued to recount my recurring nightmares. "I'm trapped in that dark room and I can hear his voice whispering, taunting me and I can feel his hands on me. I can't see him, but I know he's there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to hurt me again.And no matter how hard I try, I can't escape it. I can't escape him." I sighed and looked down at my trembling hands. "We're here for you, Dannie. We'll help you through this. You're safe now." Alyssa said as she gently squeezed my hand.

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Desperate. "Shh... shh, Monique, it's me. You're having a nightmare," Liam's cooed softly. But I stared at him—stared into the eyes of my parents' killer, the man who had ripped my world apart. Tears blurred my vision, hot and unstoppable, as the memories of the nightmare crashed down around me. The nightmare, the terror—it was him. And here he was, of all people, comforting me through the very nightmare he had caused.

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