The Sleepwalkers Novels & Stories

Memories, really, he was desperate to leave behind as his feet pounded the pavement until exhaustion and desperation forced him back. But he knew the moment he set foot on Eidolon and strolled beneath the snapping neon of the local corner dive it would find him. It would follow him, this thing, this Sleep. And this narrow stretch of cracked concrete with its rows of tenements and crumbling sidewalks was its domain. Sleep walked behind him. Sidled up beside him. Shadowed him. It stood next to him, Sleep, patient and waiting, as he paused before the familiar metal door.

In any case, no one sees. "Why?" Tora asked him. "Nothing, similar to I saw someone passing towards the back. "expressed Haya while befuddled. "'Haist, come on we must go!" The Torah said so. Then, at that point, they chose to continue walking on the hairless walkway. Then they heard relief once more from inside the room they were passing through. They realized that no one was there, so they asked why they heard the chair grow. They clasped hands, as they could feel the viral air nearby. They took a gander at each other once more and flagged, and instantly ran.

I was not in my bed. A shudder slid through me as I forced my eyes open. My heart sank as I faced the one fact I did not want to confirm. I had been sleepwalking…again. I touched my chest with the tips of my fingers. My heart beat a steady rhythm beneath them. The skin on my arms tingled. But through it all, I was calm. It made little sense, making me wonder if I were going crazy. After all, walking in my sleep five times in a month seemed to be proof of my insanity. Worse, though, was the distinct possibility that I would one day walk to my death, all while unaware...at least until the last moment. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

Multiple people surveyed the scene with gaping expressions; Including a baffled James and Eileen. "Mmmmmmm....sleep..." Hollis muttered, giggling ever so slightly as she fixed her hazy bedroom eyes on a glowering Whitney. "My drink...I feel funny...it's familiar but I don't..." She began nodding off again, and whimpered loudly when Whitney shook her shoulders violently. "Hey- cut it out. I'm trying to sleep here." She sounded so drowsy...almost as if she was... High. What the fuck!? How could Hollis have gotten a hold of anything crazy here...where she knew nobody. It just didn't make any sense.

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.

My body walked downstairs, my feet burning with every step, I felt like crying but I couldn't even move my lip. Surprisingly, I didn't trip once despite the dark hall. I prayed repeatedly to come across someone, but it was late and everyone was asleep. Am I sleepwalking? My feet made a squelching sound as I walked barefoot, probably leaving bloody footsteps behind. I could hardly feel the pain through my terror.

Connie. After what happened last night, I couldn't get a wink of sleep. The images of yesterday's events just kept on playing over and over in my head... Tormenting me... Not allowing me to get even an ounce of sleep. I felt... Ashamed, and mad at myself. All the self defense classes I took didn't help me at all. I almost got abused, I got beaten up, and I couldn't do anything about it. I tried, but I was more scared of hurting him than I was of him hurting me!

“Leader of the Dream Walkers.” The name made me squint at him in disbelief. “Who is that?” “I just told you,” he replied, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. “He’s the leader of the Dream Walkers.” “If you don’t know what they are, let me explain—they’re like you, like us, but instead of protecting or nurturing, they exploit. They inflict harm on countless beings.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “Morpheus commands entities that thrive on humanity’s subconscious fears. They manipulate dreams to influence real-world events, creating chaos and fear.

"Mom, I know how to wake you up now! I will go find Dad. He will kiss you and wake you up like a prince wakes his sleeping beauty." Watching my daughter march out with such determination, I froze, then instinctively reached for the shoes on the floor to put on her feet. But my outstretched hands passed right through the shoes. Right, I forgot. I was already dead, and I couldn't take care of my little Amelia anymore. ... Leaving the department, I followed my daughter to Oliver Johnson's Mansion. It was Christmas Eve, and the streets were filled with cheerful Christmas music playing, laughter, and the sounds of holiday cheer.

I was never one to sleepwalk. How was I able to get past the guards stationed outside the door, go unnoticed through the castle exits, and end up alone in this forest? Something was wrong. First, it was that strange dream, and now I was sleepwalking. The wind was as harsh as it was in my dream. I glanced around, trying to locate an exit from my current spot. I took a step forward and the earth squished under my feet. A hum travelled through the night and my ears perked. Hoping I was heading in the right direction, I walked faster.