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He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

“It’s… weird. Embarrassing, really.” He nodded encouragingly. “Hey, we all have weird dreams. Spill it. I promise I won’t laugh.” I bit my lip, staring at the floor. “Is it normal to dream about… having sex with your stepfather?” Jonas blinked, then burst out laughing, covering his mouth when he saw my face. “Wait, you’re serious? Like, actually dreaming that?” I nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah. And it’s not just once. It’s every night. Vivid. Real.”

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

Claire lay on her side, facing him, one hand resting protectively on his back. I watched her for a long time. She didn’t fall asleep right away. Her eyes stayed open, unfocused, staring into the dark. When I shifted, she tensed almost imperceptibly before relaxing again. Pretending. Just like me. Eventually, exhaustion dragged me under. And the nightmare came. It always did. I was seven again. Small. Helpless. The room was dark, lit only by the flickering lamp on the dresser. My mother stood near the door, her face already bruised, eyes swollen with tears she refused to let fall. Sylvester loomed over her, his shadow monstrous, his voice low and venomous.

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

, Angela screamed atop her voice, jerking up from the bed. She realized that it was just a dream... She heaved deep breaths, beads of sweat, forming on her head, petrified by the nightmare she just had. Thankfully, she didn't wake her mother up from sleep. If she did, she would've been in her room by now. She checked the alarm clock on her bedside. It was 6:00 am already. She needed to prepare for school... ***** Despite the fact that, Angela was in school, in the middle of lectures, she still felt a bad urge to go see Leo...