Sleep Creepshot Novels & Stories

The other guy quickly endured the pain to pursue her again. "Help! Please assist me! Someone, please assist me!" Anne ran, clutching her coat and yelling for help. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of construction machinery from the next-door construction site, and no one could hear her. The furniture on the shelves fell everywhere while the two struggled, causing Anne to run and fall again. The man's claws are closing in on Anne, and his hair hides most of his face. But the frenzied expression terrified Anne, who was determined not to fall into his hands again. Someone or something appeared to have knocked him down as that monstrous hand was about to grab Anne again. Anne paused for

From the bed to the ground, from the ground to the tent entrance, the entire tent was marked by our traces. After it was over, I was too exhausted to move. I was lying in bed, smoking a cigarette, cuddling a fair-skinned beauty—feeling indescribably content. She nestled against my chest and whispered, “Are you hungry, sir? Let’s go grab something to eat. There’s a bonfire party here tonight.” I nodded in agreement, "Sure." After getting dressed, I stepped out of the tent and saw Aaron waiting at the entrance. “What are you up to?” I asked, puzzled.

When Scott came into the room, he was practically flying, he was moving so quickly, and within milliseconds, the shot was administered. Of course, it took a moment to work. Brandon, Elliott, and Heather continued to wrestle with Cassidy until her movements got slower and slower, and then she stopped fighting them, her curses becoming slurred as she slowly fell to sleep. Jo had no idea how potent the sedative they were giving her aunt must be for it to work so well, but she imagined it was akin to something given to rhinoceroses on the open range in order to transport them from one savannah to another. Most drugs didn’t work very well on their kind. Jo could drink an entire case of beer and f

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

I asked. The hunter lifted his head and spat. It landed near my shoes. I didn’t move but my eyebrow twitched a bit… These shoes were expensive. “You monsters don’t deserve to live,” he snarled. “Return what you stole” he said. “And what is yours?” I asked. He scoffed “with or without the precious mineral, we are going to eradicate you” Graham laughed, low and delighted, before driving his fist into the hunter’s ribs. The crack echoed.

"How long are you going to stay mad? I'll take my medicine, okay? If it makes you feel better, tie me up so I don't sleepwalk." She acted like treating her sleepwalking was some kind of gift for me. I couldn't help but scoff. She fought me every time I urged her to take her medication. Yet she obeyed Julian's every word. I remembered the first time I met her parents. Julian was there too. I thought nothing of it, assuming they were just close friends. That night, Wendy sleepwalked and found herself standing on the bridge over a river. Julian and I reached out to her as we shouted her name frantically.