Strawberry Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

I knew Horris was mysterious, but every time I thought I had reached the limit of what I could accept, he did something even stranger. “Horris?” I said carefully. “I know it is still too early and all, but I could not sleep through the night. What you said yesterday would not leave my head. I tried, but I could not shake it off. I need clarity. I need—” “Whoever that was, it was not me.” His words cut me off. “Huh?” I frowned. “Sorry? What was that again?” He lowered his gaze and locked it onto mine. My breath caught instantly. His eyes were pure white. Nothing at all. Just white.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

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.

The many hair ties scattered around random places and the milk box on her nightstand. I wasn’t thinking at this point. I picked up the box. It was empty. I pulled the straw out and brought it to my nose. It was a familiar scent. Tied to the taste I still couldn’t get out of my mind. I dropped the box and turned to her form on the bed. I was tempted to brush some of the hair that had fallen on her face back, so I could look at her closely, but I didn't. Being here was creepy enough. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips slightly parted. I looked away immediately.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

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

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

STELLA’S POV “No… no… please…!” I jerked awake with a sharp scream, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my body drenched in sweat. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My eyes darted around the room, searching… expecting to see her. But there was no one. I swallowed hard, placing a trembling hand on my chest. “It was just a dream.” I whispered to myself. But it didn’t feel like one. I have been feeling restless and having terrible nightmares ever since that day in the kitchen, the day I heard her conversation with someone on the phone.

They enticed me with this nightmare so they just have to be ready. It is now pay-back time.