Roommate Nightmares Novels & Stories

Miranda was a cautionary tale that brought some sense back to them. They began to spend more time and energy on their studies. After all, no one wanted to follow in her footsteps and be expelled due to flunking too many classes. There were no more foolish plans for the future. I thoroughly enjoyed my college years. … Soon, we were graduating. Everyone went on with their own lives. I went abroad for further studies. When I returned, I bumped into one of my two roommates in a restaurant. She was working as a waitress. Apparently, the other roommate was married to a rather average man after repeatedly failing to make the cut in the workforce. Now, she lived a life dependent on another person's

“It’s complicated, nothing a child like you will be able to understand.” I rolled my eyes again. “I’m four years younger than you, asshole.” “Four, fourteen, what’s the difference?” I could hear the grin in his voice once more. “So, why’d you call me all of the sudden? You miss hearing my voice, kid?” “I dream about it every single night. But no, that’s not why,” I lowered my voice, even though I was alone in the room. My roommate had gone out. “Strange things have been happening.”

Out of the blues, a knife appeared in my hand, his blood on my hands and body, even though I didn't touch him. "Dad!!" I wailed, my body racking with sobs and anger. A hard jab suddenly came at my side, jolting me awake with pain. My roommate was glaring daggers at me, "Keep it down, will you?" I muttered, sorry, and sat up. My makeshift pillow was soaked with tears, and my eyes were still wet. I turned my palm up, watching them tremble slightly. It's been two years, and I've not been able to stop the nightmares.

Took a life that could've been away from you. Inhaling sharply, I squeezed the pillow over my ears, trying to drown out my ugly thoughts as my heart raced, my eyes prickling. A distant chuckle sounded. "What the hell's wrong with her? Goddess, Syb, I think you have a retard for a roommate." "...see, told you. Nothing to worry about. So, we were talking about Beta Liam..." They soon dissolved into excited chattering about a hot male that had blond hair. Moments dragged by while I stared at the opposite wall blankly, before I blinked a couples of times, darkness dotting around the edges of my vision. Soon, I surrendered myself to sleep...

“Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His voice dropped into a slower rhythm, his words painting the scene in the quiet air between them. “A true life story.” She nodded, attentive with her mind… and body. “Well, I hope you remember Jason, my first ever roommate in College.” He paused. Then continued. “One day, I slept on my bed. On our bed. Since Jason and I shared one. But in my sleep I kept on hearing moaning sounds. Fast-clapping sounds. And even groans. But I was too tired to open my eyes or even turn around.

even if I knew I was safe here in my room. So once again.. I drifted off into a very disturbing sleep. Where I was overcome with nightmares. Nightmares about Garrett attacking me and Alan being upset with me .. and now.. Nightmares about being completely and utterly alone. The thing was though… those weren’t nightmares, that was just my life.

When I try, creatures who have no face or voice, and completely black like a silhouette-being are holding down on me. I stepped out of the tub and reached out for the towel. Tying it around my lower body, I took another one to wipe myself off. The nightmares were intense and scarier in the past. Sometimes I refused to sleep and sat up all night near the window in my hostel room when I was a teenager. But my roommates noticed it and one of them— George's son, fooled me into believing that we were going to hang out and took me to his personal clinic.

I felt so disgusted at myself. "I haven't even taken my bath, Kyle! How can you make fun of me so early in the morning." I said with an eye roll as I started to leave Kimmel's office. Then I paused and noticed a small-sized bed on the floor and pillows. " Don't you sleep in your room?" I asked and he sniffed before he scratched his neck and said, " I've been having nightmares since I came back. Whenever I sleep in my room it's just so awful, I see myself dying there so...I've been sleeping in here."

The couch is really uncomfortable so I'm angry the nightmares are ruining what little sleep I can get. Nathan always comes down when I'm having a nightmare, he said I scream in my sleep. I always tell him to go back to bed but he insists on sleeping down here with me. Cole usually joins us when he finds his bed empty. They've been trying to convince me to sleep in the bed with them but I just can't do it. Every time I see the bed memories flood into my head of what happened. I told nathan why I won't sleep in the bed and he said not to worry, I will tonight. I don't believe him, I don't see how I'll ever be able to again but he's adamant he's got an idea that'll work.

FREE-USE ROOMMATES, EPISODE 2: SQUIRTER DANGER TINASHE It felt like a fever dream, but I was certain I wasn't dreaming when he stretched me open. It was only for a split second before my roommate scurried out of his room for the entire night. I finally opened my eyes and looked around, breathing in the scent of his cologne still clinging to the sheets. It wasn’t a dream. It really happened, and I was already starving for more. I had a plan.