Nightmares Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Finally, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote on my mother's bed. As I lied down there, staring at the white ceiling, thousands of thoughts flashed through my head: first about my dad who died at the hand of a demon when I was six; then a sister 50 years older, whom I did not even meet, because a few years before my birth she ran away with the demon she fell in love with, which made her banned not only from the family but also the whole community in general; then I started to think of Johnathan - my beloved Johnathan. I remembered his gentle kisses, his touch on my skin... I plunged into dreams and almost felt him lying down next to me, but I knew it was only an illusion. Opening my eye

CHAPTER FIVE: THE DARK MYSTERIES WITHIN HOTEL DEL ESTRELLA (HAUNTED) Nightmares crept inside Raine's head again. The memories of the past. A tragedy. Sweat lined up to her eyebrows. Her heart beating faster by the minute. "Nia! Mom, Dad!" Raine shouted. Waking herself up from her nightmares. Tears sprung on her eyes as she woke up. Hugging her pillow tight. "Raine," she heard someone spoke.

As I looked up, those same electric blue eyes that always give me this strange feeling met my green ones, and she said, “I won, freak, I made you bow down to me. Mwahahahaha!” Wait, something is not right here. Why is she laughing evilly at me? And she sounds like a cockroach with a very tiny voice. Then suddenly, *PAAAAKKKK!* The book in front of me was shut so loud that it made me wake up from that nightmare. Wait, do you call it a nightmare when you sleep at noon and have a bad dream? I don't think so. But whoever did that, I will surely kill them and rip their hearts and throats out. Then I will suck all their blood and not leave a single drop in their body. I'm furious as fudge!

He grumbled and disappeared from my field of vision. I stayed where I was and stared at the box in my lap. So I would really do it, face the monsters from my nightmares in person and make sure those monsters could never ruin a little girl's life again. Not by finally getting my vengeance that I had longed for for so many years, but I would see that they were locked away for the rest of their lives. At least that was what I owed my parents. And who could say that exactly, maybe I was lucky and that would be enough to finally free myself from the dark memories of my past.

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

Those screams kept Laci awake at night. Closing the book, she tossed it on the nightstand beside her bed, giving up on even the pretense of wanting to read. She thought about getting up, but decided she lacked the energy, and the motivation, and it had nothing to do with her being stabbed. She feared that if she got out of bed, something else might go wrong, shattering her hopes for a normal future. Her life on the streets had been a nightmare, no doubt, but that was a normal nightmare, a human nightmare, something she could face and predict. Her life lately passed like a fantasy novel with cliffhangers at every turn. She just never knew what might leap out of the shadows at any given moment

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

Phil was on a high alert when he went home, every movement in the corner of his eye made him turn his head to look at it, he felt paranoid like someone was stalking him. Phil arrived at his house and quickly ran upstairs to his bedroom after locking his front door, even at home Phil did not completely feel safe since he was all alone. He locked his bedroom door and desperately looked for the book of dreams to search for answers to his nightmares. Phil searched and searched looking for more secrets in the book flipping the pages of the book aggressively. Phil felt his rage suddenly rising, he suddenly went mad like wanting to itch an itch in his phantom limb. "AAHHHHH!"

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

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because