Subsequent Nightmares: A Horror Anthology
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Based on my real life nightmares, where I had 5 nightmares with a similar theme, back to back 5 days in a row. I love my nightmares, so I decided to roughly write all 5 nightmares down in a notepad. And now, im properly turning these nightmares into a somewhat proper short story but in the perspective of a dreamer.
An Anthology
5 different nightmares.
5 different settings.
5 different creatures.
Each nightmare having some common theming, that being eldritch beings ans body horror.
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