Roommate Nightmares Novels & Stories

Rowan hale The next morning, I didn’t want to get out of bed, I felt hollow my entire body ached from sleep I never found, and my thoughts were a mess of red eyes, again I had the nightmare of myself in chains, again in the middle of wrymwood academy. But worse than the nightmare was the silence in the dorm,my roommate’s bed was empty, i hadn't seen her since I returned to the dorm. I was worried about her but I thought maybe she went back to her old room, even though her belongings were still in the room.

Rachel’s voice caught in her throat, and with a huff, she slammed her latest designer bag onto the table. “What do you know? That’s called a recovery fee! I’m constantly getting pregnant just to end it right away. Don’t I need to take care of my body and recover?! No wonder you can’t get a boyfriend. Talking to you is like talking to a wall!” Her shouting had barely stopped when the dormitory door swung open. Our roommate, Annette Cooper, stepped inside, her head low, glancing nervously at the tension-filled room. Seeing Annette, Rachel’s eyes lit up, and she quickly moved to block her path.

“Yeah you did, but I still had the nightmares even though you were there,” I countered. Jake flinched and nodded, probably at the memory of me screaming the house down in his bed. “I’ve only had a few nightmares since then, the only times I ever have them is when Liam’s not there. Like if he’s on vacation or something,” I explained, looking at Jake, watching as understanding shot across his face. We were all silent for a while. Liam was stroking the back of my hand; Jake was just staring at the floor.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

"Ugh just shut up and go back to your room." "Yeah, goodnight!" "Goodnight." When I got back to my bed, I thought I might fall asleep quickly but I still couldn't sleep. Toma's serious face earlier kept flashing on my mind and won't let me go to sleep. Damn it! What the hell is happening to me?

The way she wouldn’t stick around to chat with him, even when she was handing him money and he was trying to stare down her shirt. We were eating pot noodles every night and watching television on a stuttering black and white. She kept a chair jammed up against the door. I remember the nightmares I had back then. On those nights, in this place. The door shuddering, the chair bending apart. Me stiff on a warped mattress, too bare beneath stained sheets. Wet spreading into the firm, soft space beneath my hips, making the fabric stick to my skin. My eyes opening on a pure blackness, total and close. A blackness that breathed, that saw me. Scorching my eyes and filling my mouth, climbing into me

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

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."