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Nightmare... or reality.

Nightmare

When I was young,

When I was young, I would wonder,

When I was young, I would wonder, What if the dream that I woke up from,

When I was young, I would wonder, What if the dream that I woke up from, was my actual reality,

When I was young, I would wonder, What if the dream that I woke up from, was my actual reality, And the minute I woke up ,

When I was young, I would wonder, What if the dream that I woke up from, was my actual reality, And the minute I woke up , The dream began.

People called me crazy,

People called me crazy, they said I had a wild imagination.

People called me crazy, they said I had a wild imagination. People told me I had to get help,

People called me crazy, they said I had a wild imagination. People told me I had to get help, I had to stop getting addicted to fiction.

People called me crazy, they said I had a wild imagination. People told me I had to get help, I had to stop getting addicted to fiction. People told me the voices I heard in my waking hours,

People called me crazy, they said I had a wild imagination. People told me I had to get help, I had to stop getting addicted to fiction. People told me the voices I heard in my waking hours, were just nightmares.

The voices whispered, strange disturbing things.

The voices whispered, strange disturbing things. Just like one would hear in a terrible nightmare.

The voices whispered, strange disturbing things. Just like one would hear in a terrible nightmare. Sometimes I would feel a cold breath on my neck,

The voices whispered, strange disturbing things. Just like one would hear in a terrible nightmare. Sometimes I would feel a cold breath on my neck, goosebumps coming to life.

The voices whispered, strange disturbing things. Just like one would hear in a terrible nightmare. Sometimes I would feel a cold breath on my neck, goosebumps coming to life. I would convince myself it was just a dream.

The voices whispered, strange disturbing things. Just like one would hear in a terrible nightmare. Sometimes I would feel a cold breath on my neck, goosebumps coming to life. I would convince myself it was just a dream. Because that's what it was.

That was 13 years ago,

That was 13 years ago, I was just a funny 10 year old back then.

That was 13 years ago, I was just a funny 10 year old back then. I laugh when people now ask me,

That was 13 years ago, I was just a funny 10 year old back then. I laugh when people now ask me, if I still hear strange voices in the apartment.

That was 13 years ago, I was just a funny 10 year old back then. I laugh when people now ask me, if I still hear strange voices in the apartment. I roll my eyes when my mom teases me,

That was 13 years ago, I was just a funny 10 year old back then. I laugh when people now ask me, if I still hear strange voices in the apartment. I roll my eyes when my mom teases me, 'Yes mom I know the difference between a nightmare and reality'.

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep.

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep. They don't know, the voices get closer everyday.

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep. They don't know, the voices get closer everyday. They don't see the hands reaching out to me,

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep. They don't know, the voices get closer everyday. They don't see the hands reaching out to me, they don't hear me whimper 'please leave me alone'.

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep. They don't know, the voices get closer everyday. They don't see the hands reaching out to me, they don't hear me whimper 'please leave me alone'. Why would they?

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep. They don't know, the voices get closer everyday. They don't see the hands reaching out to me, they don't hear me whimper 'please leave me alone'. Why would they? It's all just a nightmare.

They don't know, that I cry myself to sleep. They don't know, the voices get closer everyday. They don't see the hands reaching out to me, they don't hear me whimper 'please leave me alone'. Why would they? It's all just a nightmare. Right?

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