Thin Man Little Nightmares นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

A deep, indescribable loneliness settled in my chest, though I still forced myself to comfort him. "Now that I'm like this… Are you going to find another man?" he asked nervously as he looked at me. I shook my head without hesitation. "I'm not leaving you." Henry smiled, but it looked strained, almost painful. For a split second, disappointment flickered through his eyes. Not long after that, he fell into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, stayed awake the entire night. The desire he had stirred up earlier still hadn't faded. My whole body burned hot beneath the blankets, and it felt like thousands of tiny insects were crawling beneath my skin, leaving me restless and unbearably on edge.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

May.2050 The nightmare woke her again, she groaned as she stirred lazily to check the digital alarm clock beside her colt. It was 4am, she groaned again. Drilling starts by 5 and she knew there was no chance to steal a little bit more sleep, she lay back down to ponder over her constant dreams, dreams which she had begun to get used to that she didn’t wake up screaming in terror anymore, it had always been the same nightmare every night, the blood curdling screams of a tortured man, flashes of lights and the grim goggled faces of people in long white coats.

He flicks the light on, and I wince at the brightness before he closes the door behind him. Soon after, the muted sound of the steady shower stream hitting the tiles fills the silent void. I close my eyes and focus on the pattering purr of the water moving through old pipes. In a matter of seconds, exhaustion pulls me into a plague of nightmares—detached, groping hands, bullets, so many bullets, and at the centre of it all, a terrified little boy with eyes as black as night.

"Really?" "Yeah and I noticed her and took her to her room. Next thing, she's woke up, screaming and saying the 'the tiny man was after me.' My mom's so mad right now. She just yelled at me and now she's targeted Darin. Who is in no mood." His chuckle turns to laughter. "She got upset that we didn't let her see it and we warned her and now she's having nightmares. Even I was a little creeped out by the movie. At least she doesn't know the 'tiny man' is a doll."

I said in frustration as I pulled my hand and fell my face on it, I just couldn’t make anything out of it. My head was spinning again and my heart was thudding loudly, It was like I was going to pass out again, I grabbed the towel and hurried out of my bathroom, I didn’t want to pass out in the bathroom. I sat on my bed, to stop myself when my mind drifted to my nightmare, the little child and the fangs man. Did the fangs man kill the little child? I tried to make it out because all I could see was just the fangs man, standing at the foot of that little girl who was covered with blood and his claws and fangs were dripping with blood probably the blood of the little child.

— The Gentleman in Black Lena rolled out of the bed, breathless, panting. She couldn't count how many times she'd had that nightmare. All over and over again, a recurring memory stalking her in her sleep like it was trying to show her something, tell her something. Lena wasn't interested in that. Especially when what she really wanted was to forget all about that day. It ruined everything for her. And so it felt cruel of the world to let her relive it every night.

I pulled back to look at his face, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead. "I'm so sorry, Leo. I shouldn't have left you alone. I thought you were deep asleep. I am so, so sorry." He sniffed, his eyes red and puffy. He looked so small under that massive blanket. "I had a nightmare," he whispered, his voice cracking. "The man was back. He had the glass of water, and he told me that if I didn't drink it, he'll kill you. I saw you disappear into the dark, and I couldn't reach you."