Poem Nightmare Novels & Stories

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

It was another nightmare. ***

Bad things happen on her birthdays and they were usually the dreams she had a night before, coming to reality. They were usually slight occurrences that didn't involve death but they were still bad. The worst thing about these nightmares was that it seemed there was nothing that could stop them from happening. They were bound to happen and Juana called it her curse. But her dad and granny thought it was fun or magic. Even if it was evil. "It'll let us know what to do and what not to do" Granny said but the evil still happened anyway no matter how careful they were in trying to prevent it.

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

62 Alex I couldn’t sleep again that night. I tried—God knows I tried—but every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Liam, bleeding out in that alley, his lifeless eyes staring into mine. The nightmare had shaken me to my core, leaving me drenched in sweat, my heart hammering in my chest. The room was dark and still, but my mind raced with fragments of the message, the nightmare, and the growing sense that something was horribly wrong. "I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you."

I wake up ,with sweat running down my forehead. I look around to find myself in the comfort of my room and my heart calmed down. These nightmares never leave,no matter how much I try. The first nightmare being when I was punished for poisoning my father's food. And the second.... It was worse. It was when out castle was attacked by rogues and I was kidnapped. With no one coming to save me....not even the man I called father. It seemed he wanted me dead like my mother. What a bastard. Breathing heavily ,I clean the sweat on my forehead and pour myself a glass of water.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

Charlotte’s POV I woke with a start at half past two. My heart was pounding, and I’d broken out in a cold sweat at some point during my nightmare, making my hair stick to the back of my neck. Another nightmare. Just like most nights. I sighed, having grown all too used to the feeling by now. My dreams were often plagued with images of blood and undeveloped lips forming the word: “Mommy”. My miscarriage. It never got easier, even if the nightmares were routine by now. Usually, I managed to fall back asleep, but this night had been a little worse than normal. I decided to make myself some tea.