Novel & Cerita The American Nightmare Book

His friends doubled over laughing. "You can't read that!" My eyes turned bloodshot. Tiffany quickly grabbed me. "William, that's enough. It's just a notebook. What's the big deal if Ethan looks at it? Do you have to be so petty?" In the chaos, my elbow knocked into Ethan, and he stumbled backward as a clear gray footprint appeared on his limited-edition white sneakers worth thousands of dollars. Ethan's expression instantly darkened. He glared at me hard, a flash of viciousness in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed the half-empty soda bottle from the table, twisted off the cap, and poured every last drop onto my journal.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Collier’s POV I heard Amanda scream from upstairs for someone to call 911. I heard Ally’s name and my blood ran cold. Amanda was screaming orders at someone to bring her a shirt when I made it to the top of the stairs. Jack stood closest to her untying her hands. What the hell was going on? Without thinking I took my shirt on and pulled it on over her head. She was motionless. Covered in blood. How had we not heard this? Who did this? Jack moved towards her and I instinctively pulled her towards me and gave Jack a warning look. Don’t touch her. Mine. Kayden tried to pull her away from me to let Amanda look at her and I saw red.

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Even though I'm aware my pride should be the least of my worries, it seems to have full control over me. Mr. Andrews made his way back to his desk and I could have sworn I heard something similar to an evil laugh come from him as he sat down. I'm dead. I just know it. The rest of the day went on like normal. I did my work and Mr. Andrews did his while ordering me around. Yet, I could not shake the fear that at any moment whatever punishment he was planning for me would just jump out and get me. To be honest I would rather he torture me now and get it over with instead of me being this paranoid.

she said with a chuckle, “I thought we would go for breakfast on our way to your graduation?” Bianca smiled as she nodded in agreement. Anna, on the other hand, was waking up with a terrible hangover in some random person's room. She groaned as she looked around in confusion. The door opened. “Who are you?” The girl asked. Anna sat up, looked out the window, and started cursing as the realization hit her that it was her graduation day, and if she didn’t leave soon she as going to be late. “What time is it?” Anna asked as she gathered her things.

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 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'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.