Sonic Nightmares Novels & Stories

I had nightmares in the first few years, but they faded as I got into high school. Finally, my thoughts drift to my mom and dad as they get up to grab the last glass of orange juice from the fridge. I sigh and say, “Spot, we need to go to the store tomorrow before work, buddy.” I grab some water for him and head to my room. Exhaustion finally catches up with me. I take a few sips of the cold juice, place it on the nightstand, and drift off to sleep. Once again, nightmares take over, but this time, it’s not just mom there; Luciano is also present.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

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

She fell into a restless sleep and nightmares took her over. Jesse came into the room later that night to find Renee was still sleeping. He had checked on her several times and every time he had, she was tossing and turning. He had heard her whimpering in her sleep several times. He had threatened her earlier, but he didn’t want to force himself back on her. When his anger was taking him over, it felt good to have her struggle, but he liked it better when she was compliant.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

“I lived with Chin-Sun Noona most of my life, so I assure you, I’m familiar with nightmares especially living ones. Was it bad?” “Was what bad?” “The dream. Was it really bad? Chin-Sun Noona used to get horrible nightmares, and our dad would have to calm her down. It passed down to Hae-Won, except when she has nightmares, I’m the one who ends up with her, and talking to her about them.” "Hae Jae-Woo did that once. We were really young then—“ Hae Mina dropped off as the memory of Hae Jae-Woo and their father resurfaced. She fought it off. “He hasn’t told many of his nightmares since then.”

Scott said as the two of them continued to take the stairs as fast as possible, praying they didn’t run into any more Vampires until they reached the top floor. “All right,” Jo said, seeing no problem with it now. It wasn’t like they could do anything more to alert the Vampires of their presence. Obviously, they already knew that they’d been infiltrated. Over her IAC, Jo saw that Scott was trying to contact his dad. Nothing was happening, though. It seemed like Jamie’s IAC was either completely off or had been removed from his eye, a ghastly process Jo didn’t wish on anyone, especially if it was being done by a Vampire who wouldn’t be gentle. “He’s not answering,” Scott said, his voice showi

He appears human except that instead of a face, he has a raptor’s beak. The whole thing ends with the ravaged land growing wings and rising as a flock of angry blackbirds, all determined to blot out the heavens in both shape and sound. And it’s always at this point I wake invariably soaked in cold sweat. The bad dream is a fairly recent affliction, as though it was triggered like an alarm, pre-programmed in ever crescendoing intensity. But I’ve known its chilling soundtrack ever since I was a teen. The noise has hung around me like a shroud and I didn’t use to mind it so much when I was younger. Now it seems like I was ever only this bisexual metalhead who couldn’t function without meds, who

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.