Smiling Critters Nightmare Novels & Stories

Her voice was scratchy because of the tears. “Is anyone there, please help!” Jess cried out while running forward. She stopped in her tracks as she heard something. It was someone, no something taking a deep breath. Scratches were heard in the distance. Jess spun around, but she didn’t see anything. She took a step back, but the scratches returned this time from right behind her, before she could even turn around, her legs were pulled out from under her. She fell on her chest but rolled around to see those scary golden eyes in front of her. Before she could even release a breath, the beast growled and pulled back his head as he opened his jaw and pulled his head down, seemingly going for the

Everything looked normal. Then I heard it. A soft scratching, directly above me. I looked up. I shouldn't have looked up. The ceiling was full of faces. Dozens of them. Pressed against the plaster from the other side, flattened like flowers in a book. They were all smiling. They were all watching me. And in the center, where the ceiling met the wall, was a dark opening. Something was crawling out of it. Something with too many fingers. Something with eyes that had no whites.

"She's a real handful. Yuri's a lucky guy." "Well, I am simply in love with this place," Krista said. "Twice during the night I woke up. Almost immediately someone was right there to see if there was anything that I needed. These men are very special, very gentle, very good. To be able to wake up and have some man there who will fuck you until you ask him to cum, then leave, how can heaven possibly improve on this." "I thought that it was just me," Susan laughed. "I never even saw them, sleeping on my stomach. I think that I actually fell asleep while the last one was fucking me, it was so relaxing. I had such wonderfully horny dreams."

"Please don't do that. That won't be..." I didn't finish my sentences before Ms. Salamander stuck out her long tongue and wrapped Colt on his waist. "Ahhh! Help! No! Don't eat me! No!" Colt cried out at the top of his lungs. "Hey, I'm trying to sleep here, sis!" Mr. Salamander complained. Ms. Salamander dropped Colt into the stream and shouted, "I'm trying to have a romantic encounter with a gentleman here!" Mr. Salamander raised his voice, "Look at him! He's such a nerd and he's basically shitting himself, sis! You've scared the shit out of him! That's called a traumatic nightmare! Not a romantic encounter!"

I had disturbing dreams involving Graham and my daughter. “I dreamed that Annie was sleeping alone in a bed; she was agitated, and her eyebrows were drawn together in an eager expression, as if she were having bad dreams. Suddenly there was a low, dangerous snore coming from under Annie's bed, and then Graham, with the scar covering most of his face and the macabre smile there, made him look hideously terrifying. He was under my daughter's bed like a real bogeyman, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

“You’re not a prop. You’re the only person in this room who knows how to keep me from murdering Mallon before dessert.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But you can’t make me smile.” His gaze dropped to my lips, just for a beat too long. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then he walked off, leaving me seething. But worse than the anger… was the treacherous little thrill that buzzed under my skin. Because the game had changed. And we both knew it. At the luncheon, things only got worse. Peter, the snake, made sure to sit directly across from us.

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

The burning she felt as if those eyes were staring straight into her soul, wishing her destruction. Suddenly they laugh in the silent night, mercilessly, sharp, and devilish as if they were satisfied, absolutely satisfied with something. Another laugh joins, another and another until there is a lot of laughing layers in the air. It struck her eardrums, ringing in her head. It was too loud, deafening. The laughing echoes instead of wild animals. The mocking echoes instead of the wind. Within the creepy ambiance that promises nothing to its occupants. She got the true nightmares, all through the night, screaming and begging to escape.

l Anger started to trigger in his brain so he went out because that silence did not calm him down. He spun around while holding his head and was pulled out by it, then his intention changed to a furry appearance as his nails on his hands and feet began to grow, his body shape changed from its normal state and then the tail that was about to touch the ground with its length, his eyes flashed before he looked up.

Ally thought. Quickly Collier lowers himself to her and guided himself in until her body swallowed him whole. He filled her so much she couldn’t even tell where he ended and she began. His movements were so smooth and Ally was so wet. Another moan escaped her lips and he sucked on her neck while playing with her clit with his hand. It was so overwhelming and unlike anything she had ever experienced. The orgasm that shuttered both of them next was something neither had ever experienced before. They came undone together and then fell asleep in each other’s arms completely wrecked and happy.