Scary Nightmares Stories Novels & Stories

Now, I feel like if I get out of that door without him, they will get to me. My sleep was ridden with nightmares, the terrible kind where I know it is a bad dream but I can’t bring myself to wake up. I felt trapped in my own body, it is what scares me more than that house and whatever I saw. I know they are doing this, I don’t know how though and I’m scared to tell anyone, they’ll either think I’m making it up or I’ve gone crazy.

It was going to have to wait. I was snapped out of my thoughts by her voice. "Did you her what I said, Damon?" I blinked and shook my head. "No, I didn't. What did you say?" She looked out of the window and back at me. "It's the middle of the night and I am scared. I want to go to bed but I can't close my eyes without those nightmares returning again." I stood to my feet and nodded. "I'll turn on the lights. The dark has a way of inducing scary dreams and all." My feet was already starting to move towards the door, where the switch was located.

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

“I had a really scary nightmare last night.” Her words piqued Lucien and Lysander’s interest, and everyone was looking at her now. “A scary nightmare?” I repeated, my own chest slamming. If the ever-courageous Scarlett could get really scared by a dream, then it meant that it must be something really serious. “Can you share it with us?” “Of course. The nightmare is not really clear, so we will have to figure out the meaning together. In the nightmare, I saw thousands of people throwing raw eggs at the three of you. They were saying incoherent words.”

Having him close made the scary feelings from the nightmare fade away. "Do you want to talk about anything else, or would you rather try to go back to sleep?" Kieran asked. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course." "In your nightmares, when you were little, what was the scariest part?" Kieran thought about it. "The feeling of being completely alone in the world. Like no one would care if I disappeared." "That's exactly how I felt in my dream," I said quietly. "Like I could vanish and no one would even notice."

I asked gently. Claire shook her head, staring at the ground. "I'm not sure. Ever since your friend came here that day, I've been having nightmares." I rubbed her shoulders soothingly. "What kind of nightmares?" I inquired. She hesitated, biting her lip. "You'll laugh at me," she muttered. "I promise, I won't," I reassured her, squeezing her hands. Claire took a deep breath. "I've been seeing the entire town flooded with blood, and animal bodies in every nook and cranny," she said, her voice trembling. "I know it sounds silly, but it scares me."

But Tyler remains unmoved, his expression lacking compassion as he impose his torment upon me without remorse. The nightmare gets more and more painful, each moment feeling like an eternity of suffering. With one final, harsh hit, I snap out of the dream, my body covered in sweat. I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I wake up in my bedroom. The shift from the nightmare to reality is leaving me feeling unsettled and breathless. The memory of Tyler's cruelty in the dream lingers in my mind, showing me how scary and intense dreams can be.

she said solemnly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “I can’t sleep,” he whispered, clutching his blanket. Fear was written all over his small face. “Why?” she asked gently. “Why? Did something scare you?” He sat upright, folding his thin arms across his chest. “I… I’m scared of nightmares,” he said frantically. “Nightmares? Since when, Johnny?” Alicia asked, brushing his hair. “Since I watched The Shinning.” “Why did you watch that? I thought I warned you about horror movies, especially at night,” she scolded softly.“Where was your nanny? She’s supposed to censor you.”

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

No one would come looking for me. The journey took most of the day. By late afternoon, I reached the edge of Redscar territory. The moment I crossed the invisible boundary, the air changed. It grew thick, humid, and heavy with the raw stench of sex, sweat, cum, and blood. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself forward. Then I saw it. The Redscar pack grounds sprawled before me like a living nightmare of lust and savagery. Everywhere I looked, wolves were fucking openly, shamelessly, like animals in heat.