StoryClub | Bedtime

Luna blinked against the darkness, each moment stretching into an eternity as she wrestled with the urge to sleep. She turned on her bedside lamp, the warm glow pushing back the shadows, but within her, chaos brewed. A heavy weight settled in her chest, a reminder of the nightmarish visions she desperately sought to avoid. “Just a little longer,” she whispered, gripping the edges of her bedding as if it were a lifeline. Hours slipped by, and fatigue crept into her bones, but the thought of Grace’s accusing voice was enough to hold her captive. Luna paced, her feet shuffling across the wooden floor, the soft thudding of her heartbeat mingling with the silence around her. Suddenly, a rustle outside her window caught her attention. Was it the wind, or something else? Curiosity piqued, but the dread coiled tighter. Should Luna investigate the sound outside, or find a distraction inside her room, perhaps by reading a book?

Story Path

The clock ticked softly, seconds fading into the silence of Luna’s dimly lit bedroom. Shadows flickered on the walls, twisting into grotesque shapes as the room was swallowed by night. Luna stared at the ceiling, her heart racing in a rhythm that echoed the dread lurking just beneath her consciousness. Every night, sleep was not a sanctuary but a portal—a gateway to a nightmare she couldn’t escape. It began with a whisper, a hint of a haunting melody only she could hear. And then there was Grace. Luna’s smile turned into a grimace as the memory of her best friend surfaced, the image distorted and clouded by smoke and screams. “Why did you let this happen?” Grace’s voice would echo, heavy with blame, pulling Luna deeper into the shadows. It was as if something wicked had taken root within her, twisting her reality. For now, her eyes fluttered, fighting the encroaching darkness that stood ready to claim her once more.