The Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"A nightmare? What is it about? And why are you so much concerned about that... it's just a nightmare, you shouldn't believe it." "Yes! It's just a nightmare.... but I have been having that nightmare fervently and... and... you see..." "And what Silene? Please speak." "The first nightmare I had there was a old woman in that room who was laying on a bed, like some one who was about to give up the ghost. Another time I had the same nightmare, the woman was laying on the ground, bleeding from the mouth, she was trying to tell me something but in that nightmare, I was so terrified that I couldn't wait for her to say a word, I think we should go therl?

If I stayed awake I wouldn't be able to have my nightmares, so that was my goal for the next couple hours. The large library looked appealing, I slowly got out of bed, and grabbed the first book sticking out. I opened the cover and there it said to my dear son, may your imagination take you anywhere you please. I looked at the cover again and saw Pete Grant, on the front cover. I grabbed the next couple of books and they were all by him too. I took them to the window sill, and sat along the cold window watching the rain pour, as the moonlight guided me along each letter on the page.

However, she remained silent. Ethan seemed to lose interest and let go of Tiffany, starting to prowl around the small room. Finally, his eyes landed on the journal by the bed that I had treasured above all else. His eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" It was the notebook where I recorded the memory fragments that flashed through my mind. Those scattered words, blurry faces, and fragmented scenes were my only tool for finding out who I was and where I came from. Alarm bells went off in my head as I lunged forward. "Give it back!"

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.

Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a fragment, really. Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have told her it's best not to touch the sealing talisman. The young guy held an umbrella, his black hair loose. Even though he said he couldn't handle Nightmare Fiend, he didn't look scared at all. Instead, he looked lazy, with a kind of wild charm in his good looks. "The evil spirits that make people dream, the book said people even gave it a name, Nightmare Fiend." Some book said, it clearly just meant to know. Amelia had figured out how the boy talked, and when she saw him tilt his head, he seemed a bit more laid-back than formation allowed.

I haven't slept in a long time and anytime I plan to sleep, the nightmares keep coming. I needed a cure for all the heartaches and problems but, no one was ready to help. My family tried all they could to make sure I was comfortable and happy but It was all futile because they abandoned me when I needed them the most. I stood up from bed due to insomnia and walked down to my study room to read a book on nightmares. As I glanced through the pages of the book, my mind went off to my new personal assistant. she was something and the purpose of my hiring her was to find out what she meant by me being her husband. Even her voice resembled the woman's voice in my nightmares. Was it coincidental or

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”