Roommate Nightmares Novels & Stories

I could hear the faint voice of my best friend and roommate, Diane. "Jenna, it's just a nightmare. You need to wake up" I jerked awake at the sound of Diane's voice. I was sweating profusely and I was visibly shaken. It was a nightmare again. More like a flashback of what happened nine years ago. I rarely had those dreams but recently, it has been becoming frequent and it disturbed me greatly. "Jenna, are you okay?" My roommate's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and into reality. "Yeah, I'm fine… uhmm, I just need to take a run," I said, looking at her in the most pitiful manner.

he complained out of the blue and she could feel her face grow red. "Whatever." she hissed. "We can't be and will never be room mates." she said sternly. "Why?" he asked and she looked at him like he said the earth is flat. "Because for one, you're a guy. Two, you're annoying. Three, you're a stalker and four, you just impersonated your sister." she explained counting her fingers as she did. "Let me clear that out for you. One lots of girls have male roommates. Two, I am the list chasing person ever. Three, I'm definitely not stalking you. Fate just have a way of leading me to you." he winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

I screamed, sitting straight up in bed as I gasped for breaths. It was just a nightmare, I assured myself as I looked around my rented room in Alaric’s condo. It seemed despite my physical escape from Ace abuse, my unconscious mind was still trapped. I was haunted my nightmares every time I slept, and they were becoming more and more vivid.

The tormenting memories of that fateful night persisted, refusing to release their grip on her consciousness. Restlessness gnawed at her, each passing moment punctuating the minutes she could have spent studying. Every heartbeat echoed with the weight of the upcoming exam, a reminder of the challenges that loomed on the horizon. Her roommates seemed to have found refuge in the embrace of dreams, their rhythmic breathing contrasting sharply with her own persistent wakefulness.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

said before closing the door behind him. I nodded, and forced a smile. The last statement was unnecessary, but I guess he wanted to have one last glance before leaving. He seemed really concerned, and I didn't understand why. After that night he tried to sleep with me, thongs had been really rough with us, or sometimes just unusually too quiet. Finally, we were both alone in my room. Jessica turned to me, her eyes filled with concern. She took my hand and led me to the bed, where we both sat down. "What happened, Tyla?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I had a nightmare," I said, my voice shaking. "But it's not just that. I've been having these

Sometimes it felt like my past was embedded into my soul, I could feel its remnants flow through my body every passing day. My dreams - nightmares - were characterised by similarity. Most days, it was like an episode on repeat. Some days though, it was more real, more horrifying, and I felt everything down to my bones. It was like reliving that night over and over again. Those were the days I woke up screaming, and my roommate, Aiden, had to cradle me back to sleep. The other days, I just cried silently. Some times I would wake up in a cold sweat with my own hand around my throat. I’d walk around the apartment aimlessly till morning.

I'm in my single bed, in my small dorm room, with my roommate. "I had a bad dream." I clear my throat. It felt so real. The Morettis have wriggled their way into my subconscious, too. Along with my father. I've never dreamed of him before. I was always just in survival mode , and I hadn't dared even sleeping properly. l'm getting exactly what I wanted.

I lay back on my bed and switched off the bedside lamp, my eyes scanning the darkness as my thoughts ran wary. Lisa woke me up again, loud pop music blasting through the room from her Bluetooth speaker. “Is it a crime to have a roommate?” I asked, tuning down the volume. “What’s up, Mrs. Aldwin?” she asked, giving me a funny look. I buried my face in my hands, laughing hard at her joke. She laughed too. “So you have an appointment with ‘Danees’? That’s some next-level Ish.” “Remind me again,” I said, buzzing with excitement.