Daycare Nightmare Romane & Geschichten

The only other piece of furniture was a small bedside cabinet, one of those cheap fibreboard units that looked as if the only thing keeping it together was a wing and a prayer and the fact it was wedged tight between the bed and the wall. I was clutching the only pillow to my chest, my arms wrapped around it like it was a lifebelt, keeping me afloat. I didn't want to be awake, but when I closed my eyes I saw his – Davey's – wide, bulging pools of terror that told me I'd done this. I might as well have torn open his chest myself and cracked apart his rib cage with my bare hands. I'd brought death to his door. I'd brought death to them all.

, Angela screamed atop her voice, jerking up from the bed. She realized that it was just a dream... She heaved deep breaths, beads of sweat, forming on her head, petrified by the nightmare she just had. Thankfully, she didn't wake her mother up from sleep. If she did, she would've been in her room by now. She checked the alarm clock on her bedside. It was 6:00 am already. She needed to prepare for school... ***** Despite the fact that, Angela was in school, in the middle of lectures, she still felt a bad urge to go see Leo...

He'll suck me dry if I try monetary compensation, and I can’t call my family. As for Christopher’s number…I can’t guarantee his life if I give him the number. Fuck, fine, let's just go. I don’t know why I’m feeling anxious, but it’s probably because of that nightmare. ** My fingernails are short from Reimund’s baking lessons, but I gnaw at them repeatedly in my mouth as I watch the horde of toddlers leave class. Well, it's logically called a class, but with what little they learn, they might as well call it daycare.

The events of the day felt surreal, like some kind of twisted nightmare I couldn't wake up from. "Try to get some sleep," Raymond said gently, dimming the lights. "Tomorrow we start planning." Sleep. How am I supposed to sleep when my parents are prisoners? But exhaustion eventually won out over anxiety, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber. My dreams were dark and twisted, filled with images of burning houses and screaming voices. I saw my parents chained in some dark basement, calling my name, begging me to save them. And standing over them, always standing over them, was Dominic with that cruel smile and those predatory eyes.

Andrew's words are comforting but it does little to stifle my worry. “That’s true,” I admitted, the kids were hardy sleepers. If they woke up even for a second, they would probably only get up to use the restroom and go right back to bed. I shouldn’t worry about them too much but something about this night was causing all of my senses to go wild. The nightmare had so many scenarios that I couldn’t keep them all in my head. I couldn’t keep them all straight. I tried to make sure what we were doing was the best one but there were so many different scenarios and a lot of them ended badly.

The message flashed on the screen: “Mommy’s coming.” The nightmare wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

Quincy found it hard to reply to Sharon’s question. Her situation sounded kind of creepy. After a brief silence, she said, “I don’t know what’s going on… Although I was kind of worried when I learned that I was pregnant with this child, I was still extremely happy. But last month...I started having nightmares every night.” Sharon frowned after hearing what she said. “Nightmares?” Quincy nodded and said, “Yes, I keep dreaming about my parents passing away in a car crash. They’re always covered in blood, looking terrifying…”

“Babe, don’t worry about her. Tonight’s about us, remember? We’re here to celebrate.” Marnie, his mother, leaned in supportively. “That’s right, sweetheart. Don’t let her ruin the evening. Caelen, maybe you should talk to the staff—have her removed?” Removed? The ignorance of this family was almost comical. They were guests, same as me, and yet they carried themselves like they owned the place. I didn’t say a word. I focused on my menu, made my order swiftly, and leaned back. The calmer I remained, the more agitated Samantha seemed.

"How could I possibly know? When I woke up, I was a child. I had been sleeping." I was caught off guard. Is it possible? Is it possible that the harassing behavior was directed toward her father? I was caught off guard. That is not acceptable by any means. Obviously, I'm misinterpreting what I hear. Of course, I misunderstood, but I still hurried back to my room because I didn't want Melissa to see me standing in front of her daughter's room in case she became suspicious of anything. Of course, I was wrong about what I heard, but I still hurried back to my room.

She shook her head, blinking a few times before looking down at the floor. "Come on, baby. Share what's bothering you with Aunt Nicole. I'm here to listen." "I had a nightmare last night," she said, finally meeting my gaze. "I dreamed about mommy when she was still alive." "Oh, Andrea," I took her hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. It seemed like she really missed her. But why call it a nightmare? "Aunt Kendra and Grandma Sylvia were really mean to me. I overheard them talking about mommy." A tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away.