Nightmare Scream Novels & Stories

Chapter 13: Blood Moon Nightmare Liora's POV The scream tore from my throat like a dying animal's last breath, ripping through the silence of my locked room. My eyes snapped open, but the images from my dream, no, nightmare clung to my vision like blood on silver. Fangs. Red eyes. The taste of copper on my tongue.

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

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Denzel pulled back, a look of concern etching onto his face. "Nira, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry. Nira's eyes widened, pupils dilating as an otherworldly scream tore through the air. Denzel caught off guard, was abruptly propelled out of the car by the sheer force of Nira's scream. The intensity of her scream sent shockwaves, shattering glass windows, car windshields, and the fragile bulbs illuminating the lively scene. The music from the live band performers was instantly replaced with the blaring sound of car alarms.

The nightmare was worse than usual. It wasn't just fragments this time; it was a full, suffocating reel. The dusty carpet smell, the crushing weight, the paralyzing fear—it was so vivid he woke up choking on a scream, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a merciless 2:17 AM.

NIGHTMARE I was walking and was scared I heard my name being call I look around but saw no one,I keep walking and heard my name when I turn back no one as I look at my front he was there and he say am coming I woke up and was scared,I started crying I didn't know my cry was loud and the doctor came in Hey Alex,Alex what wrong His coming he say his coming Who is coming Alex The vampire Alex listen to me you have a bad dream no one coming ok,you are safe

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.