Ok, here i'm taking requests for stories, they can either be your own characters, story plot, and setting. Or a oc and a anime/book character. If its the second, please give me the title of the show/book and the character you want plus the oc and any other info you want me to know. The first one you just need to explain the main things. I will also post my own things on here.

She's watching. Always Watching. Even when I sleep, shes there. Her name is Nightmare. How do I know she is there? I wake up every night, same time, with scars on my body that were never there. I scream in my sleep, feel pain when I dream, and worst of all, I died in my sleep.

It started off like a normal day; I was hanging out with my friends, Messing around with this kid from school at a graveyard. We found this old statue of a cross with an angel sitting on the top. I know the warning, dont go into a graveyard at night, dont step on a grave at night and most of all, dont harm a gravestone. Ever. So, I made the kid hit the statue with a big rock before pushing him onto the grave itself. That same Night, I went home with my little brother, the kid I made break the rules of a Graveyard. We share a room, so when he had a bad dream, I knew of it. He started screaming, crying out for help. Mom and Dad came rushing in and turned on the light. He woke up balling about some girl who came in the night. Mom found cuts and bruises all over him; I knew he did not get those before bed. Mom took him to a doctor who said he must have gotten them from thrashing around in his sleep. Dad scheduled for him to meet with a therapist. Not that it helped much.

Each night he woke up at 12:00AM exactly with new cuts and scars. On September the 6th, his birthday, he fell asleep with help of a sleeping pill. He never woke up that night. When morning came, I screamed. His neck was slashed clean through, his head just hanging by a thin stretch of skin. His eyes wide but thats not why I screamed. By his bed was the statue of the angel without the cross. It was watching me but never moved an inch. When Mom and Dad came in, it was gone, they called the cops and my little brother was set to be buried at noon the next day. Right beside the grave of that angel, the one known as Nightmare.




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