Passive Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

She fell into a restless sleep and nightmares took her over. Jesse came into the room later that night to find Renee was still sleeping. He had checked on her several times and every time he had, she was tossing and turning. He had heard her whimpering in her sleep several times. He had threatened her earlier, but he didn’t want to force himself back on her. When his anger was taking him over, it felt good to have her struggle, but he liked it better when she was compliant.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

It was another nightmare. ***

Just a nightmare. What was happening?

Not only was the boy fine, he was moving towards one of the Low Level Nightmares. Obviously Mane used Absolute Darkness to avoid the hand of death. He activated it the moment Camila leaped at him. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that Words of Power’s barrier was going to save him from the axe of a Peak Nightmare. “Star Flicker,” Mane mumbled softly and his figure disappeared from Nasir’s vision. When he reappeared, he was behind the Low Level Nightmare. And before Nasir could warn the poor guy, Mane had already struck. “Absolute Darkness: Evasive Killing”

Kiva’s POV After two minutes, I watched as the color drained from Caelen’s face. “What do you mean sixty percent?” he hissed. “No—don’t close the casino. What about my other accounts? The offshore one?” A pause. “Then my credit card?” His grip tightened around the phone. Finally, he snapped. “Then what the hell do I pay you for? I’m in the middle of checking out!” He hung up. Samantha was already watching him, suspicion written all over her face.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.