Novel & Cerita Nightmares Characters

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

But here she was, still in her frail nightdress. “What am I to do with you, Ava?” Shirley lamented staring daggers at her friend. “You should have woken up when I asked you to, but you were extremely busy battling unknown forces in your dreams again,” Shirley explained, worry evident on her face. “Shirley please” Ava shrank, her expression unfazed as the large woman, big as life and extremely mean, stepped foot inside the room. Everyone was properly dressed and ready, except for the blue-eyed girl with curly white hair.

Control her. Maybe he was blinded by some amount of compassion he felt for her? But how can one even care for a monster in the first place? If this man was right about the mother daughter duo, then her mother, apparently, shares the darkness that they’ve been leaching into the town. Oliver is relishing in the lead we’ve been given. “So, where is she? Can you describe her?” “She’s a kid. Fourteen, fifteen...I don’t know. She scares the shit outta me. Everyone calls her nightmare girl.” He speaks directly to Oliver.

"Y-You're shameless, Noelle!" He tried to hit me, but Ronald sent him sprawling away with a kick. "Don't insult her! She's mine, and she's far better than most people can say about themselves! I was just at the club to see what model work was like, and you think I'm a cheating bastard like you? Don't make me laugh!" He spat, "Go home, old man. Your baby's diaper needs changing. Jesus, you smell like shit." Ronald wrapped an arm around me and left triumphantly. Samuel was behind us, shivering and bent on the ground, unable to get up.

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,

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

The nightmare is the same as always. In it, I’m in a dark room, unable to move, talk, or do anything, even breathe. The breathing tubes attached to my body do the job of breathing for me. All I can do is lay there immobile in terror as a mentally deranged Charlotte advances on me with a poison-filled syringe. As always, I wake up screaming before she plunges the needle into me in the dream.

my throat stung with dryness, and I knew I was probably screaming out loud. my nightmares have always been an issue. I used to get beaten for screaming from my sleep and waking everyone up in the middle of the night by Mr Hill and Lydia. In Mrs Taylor's House, she helped me with a drink that helped me sleep deeply. those were the only nights I didn't suffer from nightmares. Every night, I'm chased by something. Lydia. Dead Mrs Hill. Dead and burnt people. Fiona. A rotten skeleton. Rogues. Faceless people. Now the assholes that locked me up here.

Not wanting to worry them could only go so far, and at this point, sleep had been far and reaching. Her nightmares were getting worse. Almost of all them featured Randy. In some, he was the monster. In others, he was disappearing and no matter how much she chased, he fell into this dark hole she couldn't seem to reach. Jackson was always there to save her in every single one, but she woke up covered in sweat and her chest felt like it was going to pound straight out of her chest. She wondered why, it was like she had a sinking bad feeling that she couldn't place.

It would be better if I didn’t let myself fall too hard. I stumble downstairs, my legs unsteady. I only remember the edges of my nightmare, bits and pieces, the smallest flashes. Mostly I remember the emotions. Fear. A great deal of fear. I started having nightmares when I was 13. I don’t remember my dreams much before that moment, only that around that time I started waking up nightly screaming and sweating, unable to tell up from down. My mom took me to a series of different psychologists. Some told me it was “all in my head.” Others claimed I might have a nervous condition brought on by the death of my father 5 years before. All I know is that every night in my dreams I’d die. Sometimes