Supernatural American Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.”

“At least you’re honest about it. I appreciate everything, doc.” Jesse hung up the phone. He laid it back on the nightstand and moved down onto the bed. He hugged Christian and closed his eyes. Maybe he’d wake up in the morning and find that this past week was all a dream. He wished for that more than anything even though he knew it wouldn’t happen. He finally drifted off into a restless sleep filled with nightmares of losing Renee.

I wouldn't want to wake Jane or her dad. I fold myself on the couch after switching on the TV. As a horror freak, I search for The Conjuring movie on Netflix—haven’t watched 3. A few minutes into it, I hear footsteps. I whip my head around, and I see it's Christopher. He's in his nightwear, eyes fixed on the screen with furrowed brows, like he's stumbled into a nightmare. Onscreen, David Glatzel, a young boy, twists in demonic agony, his body cracking into unnatural shapes as the priest chants, holy water hissing on his skin amid guttural roars.

Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernatural community in this city could handle. “The Council has fucking nothing to do with this! And I don't want to have to go pick up your body - if you still have one!" Then everything suddenly fell silent, the magic dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Balan wearily scratched his shiny blond hair, the red in his pupils softening to the familiar chocolate color: "Eden, I'm so worried!"

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

I am so going to beat their asses. "Geez, Brene, what's wrong with you?" Lance has a pained look on his face. "Since I got here, you act like you'd rather I not have come at all." "No, no, sorry." I wrap my arms around myself. "It's just this place. All the supernatural stuff, and vamps." He sits down heavily on the bed. "Tell me about it. I still have nightmares of that night." "You do? Try going to classes with them." I offer him a goofy grin when he looks up at me.

They were incapable of entering without help from Northrive’s and Southrive’s local communities. He needed to look into this matter. Samantha had a nightmare after Adrian left. In it, she was surrounded by a group of Luposians. She was bound to a chair and they were going to kill her. She began to feel hopeless. She shouted, cried, and shrieked. Just as she was about to lose all hope, a man descended from the sky and killed all the Luposians to save her. Just as she was about to expose the man’s face, she woke from the nightmare.

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte