Scary Nightmares Stories の小説・ストーリー

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

Adam's apple bobs up and down, unsure of the recent nightmare. The Nightmares No one knows when they started, not even his father. In their earliest memory, they remember a little boy waking up screaming and crying over a dream he could not explain. Because the moment he wakes up, he forgets everything. The reason that scares him always remains behind a thick wall of shadows. In his nightmares, he never sees anything clear other than hearing cries and feels pain, as if someone has squeezed his heart and stabbed him in the back. He would always wake up after struggling in the dark, mumbling unrecognizable words.

The nightmares came back. Maybe it’s just the stress of everything, heck it could be even the fever I’m running, but either way I’m sweaty, achy, and my brain hurts. I roll to my side, breathing fast. This dream had been worse than normal. No longer are they relived memories. Each night, they morph further from real life and dive deeper into my subconscious fears. Tonight had been about Cameron, and it has been the scariest one yet. Every time I close my eyes, I see his limp, lifeless body staring at me from the dream. My heart is racing at what happens next.

Dad says quickly as Ken's mouth falls open. Then he shifts his eyes to me, and I see the same fear my dad had when mom got sick in his eyes. "Baby girl, I'm so so sorry. I failed. I took you to the office to expose you to politics, but I exposed you to those supernatural monsters. I'm sorry I called you a liar, honey. It was just the easiest way to relax, Officer Curtis.....What you saw was real. Five supernatural species co-exist on this Earth with us. The most dangerous being vampires and werewolves. The others have never been seen. They keep to themselves or use magic to stay hidden I don't know which. The day I took you to the office, one of the werewolf's leaders was there. He wor

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Sarah turned to her computer, she felt strange, not only Gloríe had realized that there was something different in her, Sarah was living it in her own flesh. Ever since Sarah was little she had experienced nightmares with paranormal things that caused her fear, but the biggest one was the thought of vampires, she always dreamed that she died in the hands of a vampire that sucked her blood and left her body out in the open, The thought of that gave her chills, and her skin bristled all over, but more disturbing was the fact that her boss was one, but not one that wanted to clamp itself around her neck and suck her blood, but one that caused her the most sinful thoughts.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

My voice sounded hoarse and scratchy as it crawled up my throat. “Shh, don't speak,” Nathan whispered and moved to the foot of the bed. I shook my head. I wished more than anything that what I witnessed was not real. The visions of the night came back. The fight with the vampires, my brothers, Dimitri, the dead wolves, Sampson. I remembered the fear that traveled through my body as I was chased into the woods. I remembered seeing my brother through the smoke of a fire my best friend had set. And I remembered nearly mauling my brother to death.

Then I heard a high pitched scream that hurt my ears , I cover them but I can't but crying, I woke up screaming from the pain I felt in my ears , finally awake . I saw blood all over my hands reaching to my sleeves, I was terrified by the blood I stared at it as I felt what I am seeing ,the blood in my hands , my eyesight is hazy going right and left , I can't focus , that great headache I can't stop it , I touched my head I was moaning , I felt something wet yet warm poured down to my neck , I felt it was drenching from inside of my ears , suddenly the doors were slammed hard and i imagined a ghost of big man leaving my room , I was almost about to scream again , I though I was still asl

" that's spooky" rubbing his forearms, Jonathan said, " But I like it, it really brings out the essence of this one, but to name it like this - you must be having an extremely creepy nightmare, so much that you want to bound them." Thalia did have nightmares when she was young, but just like all her memories, she could only remember flashes of them now. She remembered the screams, the nerve-rattling snarls, fire and scary shadows. Every time she would wake up from her dreams sweating like a bucket but those dreams were like clipped movies, always the same but never making any sense. She couldn't put those dreams together to make a complete picture.