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Nightmares [Real Stories]

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I have nightmares, horrible if I may add.

Of course, I imagine you also do have them. I'm not saying mine are worse than yours nor vice versa. 

I have them a lot and I have good quantity of them so, I want to share them, so if you connect to one of them, you can help me to prevent them to get deep into me.

Writing my fears down is a better way than to talk about them, so I think this might help me a bit.

I can't handle them. I'm terrified, they are just too real sometimes... I am really bad at explaining things so I apologize beforehand; however, I'll try my best.

No need to read if you don't wanna read them. I wouldn't...not mine. You might know me better with this, but I please beg you not to think of me as weak. I know it already, no need for more people to say it.All Rights Reserved

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THE BLACK FIGURE UNTOLD by KimCalixto

This is not just a horror story. This is my truth. Everything written in these pages happened to me - not in my dreams, not in a story I made up - but in my real life. It all started inside a private Catholic school; a place I believed would protect me from anything evil. But I was wrong. Evil doesn't care where you are. It only cares if you see it. And I did. I saw The Black Figure - a silent, unmoving entity with dark red eyes, watching me from the upper floors of our school. Ever since that day, my life has never been the same. No one else saw it. No one else believed me. But it kept coming back - in my dreams, in reflections, in the church, and even on the streets. It doesn't speak. It doesn't chase. It simply stands... and watches. Yet its presence suffocates me, crushes my spirit, and kills without touching. It doesn't haunt places. It haunts me. And even now, after I've graduated, after I thought it was over, it returned - deadlier, bolder, and closer than ever. I wrote this because I need to survive. Because I believe the moment I stop writing, stop telling the truth... it will take me. This book is not for fun. It's not entertainment. It's my warning, my journal, and maybe my last confession. If you feel cold while reading, even under the sun... if your lights flicker, or your reflection doesn't blink when you do - don't panic. But don't ignore it. Because once you see the Black Figure... It never leaves.

𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖 by _jenxkiss

Brian O'Neill. The coldest fella Tommen's has ever seen-or so they say. And I get it. He walks down the halls like he owns the place, never says much unless he has to, face like it's carved out of marble, always unreadable. He's like a winter prince-untouchable, a bit terrifying, and way too beautiful to be real. But he's mine. He's my boyfriend. He makes my heart beat like a bloody war drum every time he so much as looks at me with that stormy gaze of his. Protective to a fault. He'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his siblings safe. They're everything to him-his whole bleeding heart, even if he acts like he hasn't got one. And he fights. Not schoolyard scuffles. Not rugby scraps. I'm talking about underground, illegal fights. The kind you don't talk about. The kind you pray he walks away from. *** Daisy Biggs. If sunshine had a body and a runway walk, it'd be her. She's Ireland's it girl-covers of magazines, Vogue campaigns, CHANEL deals before she was even out of third year. Everyone knows her name. Every girl wants to be her, and every lad stares a bit too long when she walks past. But she's mine. She's my girlfriend. Yeah-me. The cold bastard with blood on his knuckles and bruises under his hoodie. I don't know how I pulled her, honest to God. Maybe 'cause she sees something in me no one else bothers to look for. But we keep it quiet. No one at Tommen's knows. Can't risk the papers finding out, or the other students. She's soft with me. Gentle in a way that makes me forget I've got cuts across my ribs or a busted lip. When I show up to her place, bleeding or shaking or just not right in the head after a fight, she never freaks. She just pulls me in, cleans me up, and wraps her arms around me like I'm something worth saving. I know she hates the fights. Hates what they do to me. Hates what I have to do to win. But what am I supposed to do? When you've got a da who treats you like a weapon, you learn real quick that choices are a luxury.

[1] Let It All Out (Vent/Reklamo) by mediocrecopypasta

The contents here are from Facebook pages and groups. I don't own any of them. I just want to compile them here for people to read. These confessions might help them what they are going through as they are not alone in experiencing hardships. Some of the confessions asked for advice. Enjoy reading!

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟎 by _jenxkiss

Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✓ by zarav_oss

╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

Fragile..? by Queen-Of-Weird

(Creepypasta X FemReader) Some say I'm too sensitive but truth is...I just feel too much. Every word. Every action. Every energy. Everything just goes straight to my heart. My life was never really a perfect life but it was at least decent. But its always quite possible things will turn out far better than they appear so I always look forward to tomorrow. But recently things have been horrible and there's this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I feel I should listen to. Who knew listening to a gut feeling would've given me something so powerful... ~~~~~~~~~ Author's personal favorite part of the book: "Man, do you know how fast angels are? Like, daaaaaamn! Can you believe I am feeling the tiniest bit exhausted? WOW!" ~~~~~~~~~ The original photo of the cover belongs to SunProjects, credit goes to them for the artwork! I just edited it to make the cover, all photos aren't mine unless said otherwise. Thank you! First published: September 18, 2021 Yea this is an X Reader, yea this is a creepypasta story- what of it? Take note, take this into careful consideration! The Contents within this story will disturb you. I am basing the killers as real life criminals, criminals who do not care what age you are to hook up with, criminals who don't care about your personal boundaries, who won't ask for permission or be your usual fictional Creepypasta characters. But I wont be that fucking rude, I'm mixing them with fiction and reality. More in Ch1. ╮(─▽─)╭

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖 by _jenxkiss

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.

Worth It To Treasure by TheNumbWriter

What If The Scars From The Past makes You Numb to Love Another? THE PAST who's still holding you tight and didn't want you to Let Go Of That Love Will you live with that fear from the past? or ARE YOU WILLING TO BE BRAVE? and Start A New Life with someone else? Someone Who 's not Ready to Fall In Love Someone Who never Feel That Way before - HANDA KA BANG SUMUGAL ULIT? HANDA KA BANG MAGING MATAPANG PARA IPAGLABAN ANG TAONG MAHAL MO SA PANGALAWANG PAGKAKATAON? Sa tagal ng panahong natulog ang naging bato mong puso, maniniwala ka parin ba sa Tadhana? Na may isang taong darating at magsasalba sayo mula sa kumunoy ng sakit na hindi mo malimutan Mapalambot nya pa kaya ang puso mo? Manumbalik pa kaya ang dating pag tibok nito? HINDI MAN SYA ANG UNA, PERO SYA NA KAYA ANG TAMANG TAONG INILAAN NG TADHANA PARA SAYO? ︶︿︶ [Ang pangalan, Date, Lugar, at mga Pangyayari sa istoryang ito ay pawang kathang isip lamang, mula sa aking malawak na imahinasyon. Kung Sakaling may katulad man, Maaring Nagkataon lamang] This is 99% Not Your Typical Lovestory ENJOY READING! - @_MahalNaAuthor.Himuah!! --------------------------------------------------

BROKEN VOWS (Lucas & Emilia Book 1) by ArianaClarkAuthor

Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her. It's why I left the small town where I grew up and vowed never to return. I'm no longer the "golden boy with a bright future" they all remember. Instead, I carry the scars of a tortured past. A broken man deemed unfit, even by the Navy SEALs he'd dedicated the past decade to serve. What was supposed to be a quick trip to sell my parents' property turned into this twisted journey that forced me to confront my demons. And then there she was. My first love, and deepest regret. The woman who still owns every piece of my blackened heart. When she asked for my time, I couldn't refuse. Now I can't walk away. Not after hearing of the danger her husband, a missing FBI agent, has brought to her doorstep. After everything, I owe her my help. It's why I offer to protect her and her two little girls from the danger circling them. It's a vow I never should have made, given the trail of bodies I've left in my wake. Like the harbinger of death, I'm the last man either of us should trust. In the Broken Redemption Series, one man's vow to protect the woman he lost becomes a battle between redemption, forgiveness, and the kind of love that refuses to let go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lucas & Emilia's story begins here: Book 1 of their Broken Redemption arc. Each couple's love story in the Broken Redemption Series is told over multiple books and forms a complete arc within this collection of connected romances set in the small town of Ruby Creek. There's no required reading order, but if you'd like to start at the very beginning, you're right where you belong. Lucas & Emilia are the first couple, followed by James & Annelly, whose story begins with Broken Misery (Broken Redemption Series - Book 1 of their arc).

Dream Journal: My Dreams to You by AileenN1234

THE DESCRIPTION: This whole book is about my dreams and the thoughts I have of them after writing down what I remember from the dream. These dreams I have either remembered most or all details or I have remember some or most details. As most of you know, it is hard to wake and immediately remember all the details of the dreams right then and there. That's why I have written them down. EXPLANATION: But unfortunately, there are only twenty-six dreams I have in this entire book (I'm sorry for those who like whole numbers like 5s or 0s (I'm the same way by the way) or those don't like even numbers). I wanted to continue, but I was bad and stopped writing them down, because I would 1. forget to write them down completely, 2. know most of the details of the dream, but forget to write it down then and tell myself I would write them down later, but forget most of the dream and I'd say 'oh well' and 3. not be able to remember all the details of the dream, even the ones I have really liked. Everybody has a couple dreams that were absolutely amazing and would love for them to become real. Overall, that's all I really have to say. I might do another one because I've started to notice that my dreams seem to be a little more interesting and something that could happen in real life than my dreams before. Like I said, I MIGHT do another one, but we'll all have to see because I'm the one responsible for writing them down. That's it and if you haven't read them. Go ahead and read them, you will either enjoy them, not like them, or will end up laughing at them/think they are silly. I don't care what you think because they are my dreams and that's what happened to be produced. Take care. ; -)

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This is not just a horror story. This is my truth. Everything written in these pages happened to me - not in my dreams, not in a story I made up - but in my real life. It all started inside a private Catholic school; a place I believed would protect me from anything evil. But I was wrong. Evil doesn't care where you are. It only cares if you see it. And I did. I saw The Black Figure - a silent, unmoving entity with dark red eyes, watching me from the upper floors of our school. Ever since that day, my life has never been the same. No one else saw it. No one else believed me. But it kept coming back - in my dreams, in reflections, in the church, and even on the streets. It doesn't speak. It doesn't chase. It simply stands... and watches. Yet its presence suffocates me, crushes my spirit, and kills without touching. It doesn't haunt places. It haunts me. And even now, after I've graduated, after I thought it was over, it returned - deadlier, bolder, and closer than ever. I wrote this because I need to survive. Because I believe the moment I stop writing, stop telling the truth... it will take me. This book is not for fun. It's not entertainment. It's my warning, my journal, and maybe my last confession. If you feel cold while reading, even under the sun... if your lights flicker, or your reflection doesn't blink when you do - don't panic. But don't ignore it. Because once you see the Black Figure... It never leaves.