Nightmare Scream Novels & Stories

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.

And it remembered her. She glanced toward the desk in the corner. Her journal sat there—thick, worn, familiar. A relic from a life she had tried to erase. She hesitated. Then stood. Crossed the room. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it. Page after page, inked with fear, fury, and loneliness. The words rose like ghosts. She found the final entry. June 17, 1994 I’m scared. So scared I can’t breathe sometimes. I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s fine. I can’t be here anymore. I have to go… and I can’t ever come back.

You can tell by the way her shoulders shake. Then the camera glitches. When it comes back, the table is overturned. The footage ends there. I woke up to sirens. Not the dramatic kind you hear in films—just distant, constant noise that seeps into dreams and poisons them. My phone was ringing. I didn’t answer it. Something in my body already knew. By morning, Jack was gone. Not “missing” in the gentle way people disappear. Gone in the way rooms feel wrong afterward. Gone in the way silence grows teeth.

Then, her voice returned, distant, distorted, sinking away into the void: “Thanks for your comfort, kid… kid… kid… kid…” The echo trailed into a long, deafening silence, followed by a sharp, final noise. Damien’s throat constricted, the cry rising from the deepest part of his terrified, dreaming self: “SOMEBODY HELP! HELP! HELP!” He thrashed against the silk sheets, fighting the invisible restraints of the nightmare. The scream tore free, ragged and raw, as he struggled against the terror trying to drag him back under. He finally broke the surface, his eyes snapping open.

[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.

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.

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

Nightmare Come here you ugly fucking fat bitch. I whimpered in fear and tried to hide but he found me. Yanking me out by the hair he threw me to the floor. He slapped my face and screamed in it. My lip was bleeding and I kept begging for him to stop. You are so fucking stupid he roared and hit me again. My girls coming in crying and begging him to stop had no affect on him but what made me scream in terror was when he started to beat them.

) (voice echoed. No! I screamed out of bed from the same nightmare, gasping, craving for water. I held onto my cheek and pulled my hair backward. Ciara woke up suddenly in fear, she switched on the light beside her and held onto me. "what is wrong? You tremble, do you need water?" I nodded to her. "I will get you some," she hurried to my bedside to get water, but the jug was empty. "gosh, I'd just go downstairs to get some."