Nightmare Scream Novels & Stories

He pushed into me harder and faster, deeper until my walls clenched around his length, my body begging for more, until he slammed into me hard, over and again, kissing my mouth roughly as his body found release inside me. "Come here," Elias breathed into my ear, pulling me to his chest. Xander scooted closer to me and then we fell asleep, our bodies tangled within each other's. *** I woke in the middle of the night crying; I kept seeing Maria and Macy's last moments, their bodies burning.... "Ssshhhh...." Elias said, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me to his chest. "Kalyssa, you're having a nightmare." "I'm so sorry," I wept. "I just keep seeing Maria and Macy—"

He shakes his head and blubbers, “I don’t know what you want me to say.” I grab him between the legs, seeing nothing but a slideshow of Lena’s torment on repeat. I could saw off my own fingers, and I’d hardly notice.They’re hurting her. Scaring her. Making her cry. The blade cuts through skin and muscle, eliciting a scream that horror movies can’t imitate. That sound can only be born from the type of horror very few humans actually experience. It sounds like music. Is it the same sound Lena is making? Blood spurts, painting Ra and me in crimson. He sucks in a deep breath, preparing to let loose another scream no one else will ever hear, but then he passes out.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

And now I can’t put a halt to it. They keep coming back…back…and back, like a train maneuvering without a trick stop. I was gasping for air when I woke up from a very bad dream. It reminded me of how my foster mom tortured me when I failed to do what she instructed me to. I pulled the cardigan up to let it hug my body more. I was inside a taxicab, and I didn’t realize that I fell asleep while I was going to my mother’s hospital. The sun is already down, and the blinding lights of the city are the ones that keep the city alive. It’s kind of shocking to know that there are only a few people strolling in the city.

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

Melissa The scream that tore from my throat was raw and primal, ripped from the very depths of my soul. I bolted upright in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with the cold sweat that drenched my skin. It was the same nightmare. The one that had haunted me for as long as I could remember, a twisted reel of memory and horror that played behind my eyelids every time I closed them.

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.

Fear of what I didn't know. In the middle of the night l woke up to a loud scream. She was thrashing besides me in the throes of some nightmare , l wasn't shocked by that , it was probably a nightmare about me. "Rinah", l grabbed her tightly. She woke up confused but before she could say anything, l pulled her against me and kissed her forehead.

A crooked sign above the doorway read: HOUSE OF SCREAMS – ENTER IF YOU DARE. “This is a haunted house?” I said flatly. “Ding ding ding,” Eli cackled. “Correct!” “Why did you bring me here? To fight ghosts? Because spoiler alert—I don’t think I’m built for combat.” “No, I brought you to scream,” Eli said, practically bouncing in his seat. “Yell, cry, run from fake zombies—whatever. It’s called therapy with jump scares.” I squinted. “That’s not even a thing.”