“…That’s when I noticed the ghosts, particularly strange ghosts…”
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Author: The Grim Gnome
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Nightmare #258 – Work Weak
“…my back started getting numb. My whole right side from my shoulder on down starting tingling and then going dead…”
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Nightmare #257 – Midnight Snack
“…And there was the smell, horrible stench of blood and manure, the smell of a slaughterhouse…”
…that horrible sound again, a rumbling growl and a high pitched scream…
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Nightmare #255 – The Hungry Ghost
“…My Mom was there which also was strange because she’s dead…”
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Nightmare #254 – Hunted Down
heard them coming up behind, on either side;
“…This was somehow supposed to comfort the general populace…”
“…It wasn’t really alive, not really a creature on its own…”
“…I was alone. Alone with them…”
“…non-stop all day and all-night there were strangers coming in…”
“…I stood ankle deep in the dead shells and bones of these creatures. I was trapped…”
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Nightmare #248 – Bumper Tag
“…We weren’t playing anymore…”
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Nightmare #247 – The Ghost in Blue
“…I thought she was just an apparition, an illusion…”
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Nightmare #246 – Giant Spider Hay-Ride
…”Do NOT look the spider directly in the eyes.”…
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Nightmare #245 – The Drowned Dollhouse
“…this was supposed to represent my family and some magician had tried to destroy it…”
…The bears of these parts were ferocious…
“…The street was a maze of barbed wire….”
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Nightmare #242 – Dread Aloud
(Male, 30’s) Other night I woke up, the room was cold and my two dogs were at the foot of my bed- whispering to each other. I looked up, and they were looking at me, eyes shining from the streetlight outside, like they’d been caught.
I wasn’t dreaming.
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Nightmare #241 – Crazy Driver
…the other car veers into my lane…
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Nightmare #240 – The Deadly Panther
(Male, 40’s) I was at home. Most of the time when I dream about houses that are supposed to be my home, it’s not really the house where I actually live. But in this dream, it was really my home and what’s more it looked like it does right now. This is remarkable because much of the furniture was moved around recently. I was in the front room. I was looking out the front window. It was night. A very large panther walked down the side walk and it saw that I noticed it.
The panther was huge, svelte, sleek muscles, serious expression on its face. It took a couple strides and then made a bounding leap at the front window. The glass in the pane didn’t break but it sort of bowed inward under the blow. The panther bounced off back into the night.
“…nearly a dozen household pets from the neighborhood, all dead and bloody…”
I looked out the smaller window by the door. At first I thought I saw a mass of curly auburn hair but when I looked again, it was just a Christmas wreath hanging on the door. What really caught my attention though was what was on the lawn. Scattered across the front yard were nearly a dozen household pets from the neighborhood, all dead and bloody. It resembled the empty beer bottles in front of a frat house after a party.
One of the cats nearest the door wasn’t dead. It was only maimed. It stared out at me, pleading with me for help but I knew if I went outside, if I even opened the door, that the panther would attack me. The panther was trying to lure me out.