Scary Nightmares Stories の小説・ストーリー

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

the doctor said. "Night terrors?" I asked incredulously. "Yes," the doctor continued, his eyes shifting between Malik and me as if trying to bridge the gap with his gaze. Night terrors are episodes of intense fear, screaming, and flailing while still asleep. They're more common in children but can occur in adults, especially under significant stress or psychological strain." "This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself with a scoff. Malik’s expression shifted; his brows furrowed deeply, carving lines of concern across his forehead. He turned towards me. "But she mentioned seeing visions and feeling like she's destined to kill me. Is that part of the condition?" he asked the doctor.

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

For a moment, the room feels heavy, and then finally, his voice breaks through the silence. “I’ve been having nightmares,” he whispers, his small voice cracking. “About the scary lady we met at the amusement park. She was really mean, Mommy. She… she kicked away my stuffed bunny. I was so scared, and ever since then, I keep dreaming about her.” His eyes finally lift, locking onto mine. The fear swimming in them is raw, tangible, and it hits me like a punch to the chest. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel the tightness in my throat.

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

Elliott's pain, the pack's distrust, the lingering phantom of a shadow in the hallway. Sleep came, but it offered no escape. As soon as I drifted off, my nightmares began. A familiar chill permeated the darkness, a scent of damp earth and fear. Whispers, accusing and venomous, coiled around me, tightening their grip, pulling me deeper into the abyss of my guilt and terror.

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

People ask questions and pass quick judgments. Nightmares were killing the little chance of sleep I was getting. It was always the same my dream. I was lost inside a dark forest. My heart was pounding my legs were giving out. Still, I kept going forward. All I knew was that if I stopped I won’t see the light of another day. So no matter what, I kept moving forward. I hear dangerous low growls behind me. Suddenly, I just stop and turn around. It’s too dark to see anything. But it’s there. Something was following me. It was there gawking at me. Focusing, I see it. A pair of electric blue eyes meets mine and my chest feels heavy and it’s hard to breathe but I want to scream. I wake up. Sweat dr

NIGHTMARE I was walking and was scared I heard my name being call I look around but saw no one,I keep walking and heard my name when I turn back no one as I look at my front he was there and he say am coming I woke up and was scared,I started crying I didn't know my cry was loud and the doctor came in Hey Alex,Alex what wrong His coming he say his coming Who is coming Alex The vampire Alex listen to me you have a bad dream no one coming ok,you are safe

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.