Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

What if something happened to them while I was out of reach? I read one message that was sent by Rich. 'The new teacher is a spy. Damon is a Shadow Weaver. He works for Lysander.'

"I have not done anything." "Crazy, I tell you. I can't tell you. Not about the teacher, not about him, not what I saw. " Who was the madman talking to? With them? With himself? With someone else whom they couldn't see but whose presence Thirst sensed? Certainly, he no longer seemed to have a hard time finding the words he needed. "What teacher?" Viktor insisted. "One from the school?" “I can't tell you about the teacher. He will find out. He will know. He knows everything. He will have your soul. "

In fast motion, the teacher was hit by a stone thrown from outside the class window. She fell with a scream and collapsed with blood oozing out of her forehead. Tanya gasped and looked out the window once the vision cleared off. She glared back at the teacher and screamed. Everyone was startled. "Please....you have to move... now!!" Tanya screamed out the words, looking straight at the teacher who was suddenly frightened. Students began to murmur and at that moment,noises erupted from outside. Tanya was going crazy. She almost collapsed as her breath increased.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The winter dawn is cold. A month has passed since Emanuele saw her sister die. One month, and even then, the memory was still latent and terrible. The girl had already been to therapy, but the nightmares continued to torment her. Joshua didn't know what to do anymore, since every night at two o'clock in the morning the girl's terrified screams woke him up. The teacher got out of his own bed in the dim light. The clock on his cell phone said it was one hour and fifty minutes, that is, ten minutes before the nightmares began.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

I spent my nights crying under the covers, too scared to tell my mother what was going on. Oddly, my recurring nightmares began to subside during this time. The dreams grew faint almost as if they were fading away. The sudden peace lulled me into thinking perhaps nothing would happen after all. However, what was bound to happen would still happen. One day, while the teachers were in a meeting and we were studying quietly in the classroom, a pandemonium erupted outside. Screams echoed through the hallway, and chaos unfolded. Armed with a knife, the madwoman stormed up the stairs and headed straight for our classroom.

"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.

Not until the very end and sometimes even then I wasn't done. The perspiration was heavy on my forehead and I wiped it away with my palm, frowning at the sluggish movement of my arm and the way the room seemed to fade in and out. The lights flared overhead and I was blinded temporarily, stumbling into someone on my left, kept buoyant only by the proximity of bodies. Feeling a shove from behind, I turned to see who the fuck would dare to push me. The face that greeted me twisted into a molten mass of flesh, pulled tight over bone. White, colourless eyes stared at me. A mouth full of long razor sharp teeth turned upwards in an awful, nightmarish grin.

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.