Romans & histoires Nightmare Nightmare Freddy

“I dream of women. A lot.” “That’s scary? Hah. I didn’t think you were that sort of Greek.” “Piss off and die badly, sir,” Porcius shot back. “No, of women in the night, women in the woods.” “I see monsters in the woods. I’ll trade you dreams.” “You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.”

It was late by the time I checked the clock, likely past the hour when anyone in that house would still be awake. Funny how people treat you with endless kindness when they need something from you, but when the tables turn? Not even the courtesy of a call. I pushed open the door to my room, only to be startled by a shrill scream. "Ahhh! Johnny!" The sudden outburst startled me, and I fumbled to turn on the light. What greeted me was a scene straight out of a melodrama: Kaley huddled in Johnny's arms, her eyes glistening with tears, a picture of delicate fragility.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

Yes" I wanted to say more. I didn’t. I just stayed close. So close our shoulders touched. That was enough. I fell asleep with one hand resting near my blade, the other close to hers. The nightmares came just before dawn. She didn’t scream. Didn’t thrash. But her skin glowed. The light beneath it surged. Her hands clenched into fists. Her mouth moved without sound. Her eyes flew open and they weren’t hers anymore.Empty and full at the same time. "Freya" I said. She gasped, grabbed at the dirt, at me "You’re here" she whispered "I’m here" "It’s coming" "I’m scared" "Me too" She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just held on and eventually the light faded.

I raised my hands in mock surrender. You’re taking too long,” Arnold chimed in, and before either of them could argue, he walked over, plucked both DVDs from their hands, and held them up like a judge holding evidence. They immediately stood too, eyeing him like he’d committed a crime. “We’ll just watch both,” he said, as if explaining basic math to toddlers. “Start with horror, end with romance. We have all night.” “I don’t know how you didn’t think of that,” he added as he slid the horror movie into the player. “Now sit down before I revoke your movie privileges.”

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

I reached out, grabbing at nothing but air. Then I was falling. Tumbling. A crash of pain as my side,my back, my head hit the hard marble steps. Then a final,crushing thud as I landed on the floor below. A scream ripped from me, not from the bruises, but from a sudden, tearing agony in my very core. A hot, wet flood spread beneath me. “MY BABY!” I shrieked, curling around my stomach. “NO!” Through the blur of pain, I saw them at the top of the stairs. Evelyn’s face was twisted in hate. “Serves you right, you wicked creature!”

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

But his office light was on. That low amber glow she recognised from the night she had come back and found him working past midnight. She walked toward it. The door was not fully closed. Just slightly open. An inch. Maybe two. She pushed it gently. And stopped. The glass in her hand would have fallen if she'd been holding one. Karthy. Sitting on the edge of Freddie's desk. Her hand on his face. Her lips on his. Freddie's eyes closed and his body still and the whole scene lit up in that warm terrible amber light like something out of a nightmare she hadn't known she was going to have tonight.