SETTING: This dream takes places in my house. I live in the country, but at the time, had just moved in when it was finished. I used to live in town. Mom wanted more space for me and my brother, and just bigger storage in general. Thus buying a portion of someone’s pasture. I had just became a teen by then but was still big on fantasies. My brother and I would always play on the big dirt piles. Fun memories.

But my dreams didn’t know the meaning of the word “fun.”

I was watching Markiplier’s playthrough of FNaF 4. I started watching it a day before but hadn’t finished it yet. It was past my bedtime when mom told me to get to sleep. Reluctantly I did and put away my iPad (I didn’t have a phone until I was 15.) The next day, I was able to get to the part where Mark had difficulty surpassing the Nightmare night. The first time I saw Nightmare, he just stuck with me. It could be simply because no other animatronic was black. Fascinating.

Of course Nightmare was nightmare fuel. About a week or two later, I had the dream. It started with me at the top of the staircase. The staircase in my house goes down five or six steps before you get to a rectangle landing, where you turn right at, and turn right again to face the second set of stairs. I went down these steps, expecting to see the basement living room. Rather than that, I encountered a subway station with multiple tracks. It looked like the one in Roblox, as the picture shows, just realistic and dark. I let my eyes adjust and ventured to the left.

The further I went, the less tracks there were, the closer the walls were, and in general, the narrower it had gotten. It came to the point with one set of tracks. And right when it did, another section of my house came into view.

With how it looked, from house interior to a subway, it almost looked “stitched” together.

This section involves four rooms in one long “L” shaped hallway, starting from the shorter portion of the L. The first room was my mom’s sewing and work room, the next two were spare bedrooms, and the one at the very end was the bathroom.

The first three rooms were closed. The bathroom was the only one that wasn’t. And for some reason, I had the intention to go to it even when I didn’t need to use the porcelain throne. Or commonly known as the toilet. Right when I approached the open door, it shut in my face.

The spare bedroom door exactly to my left slowly creaked open and inside was Nightmare, his mouth in a gape, teeth stained with blood, and it looked fresh. From there, I got Nightmare’s unique jumpscare but without the sound. It stopped at some point and I was still standing in the hallway. Except in the room was the big head of Nightmare. All the while my legs were paralyzed but I kept telling myself to move. I was only able to when Nightmare lunged forward and snapped his mouth shut, missing me by an inch, as I already had started to make a dash toward what I knew was my only way out.

I turned the sharp corner of the hallway and that’s when I heard fast-paced, fear-inducing crunches of Nightmare’s mouth. It only made me run faster.

I was able to keep ahead of Nightmare for the most part, but what slowed me down and nearly got me killed was that the bottom set of stairs had elevated. I mean, from the tracks to the stairs were further away and I had to jump to get to them. I frantically jumped and landed both my hands on the first stair, but for some reason they slipped. The stairs were carpet. The second time I was more in a panic but I managed to push myself up, just in time for my feet to feel the air of Nightmare’s mouth clamp down where I would have been if I hadn’t moved.

I scrambled up to the landing and looked back. I know Nightmare had missing parts in his suit, but what I saw was similar to a lost and forgotten version of him. An eye was missing, an ear completely torn off, the entire top part of his mouth was showing bare endoskeleton. In a moment, he went limp and fell forward on the stairs. I left him there and went to the top of the stairs, where the dream stops.

There’s no alternative to this dream. I had it a few more times, but nothing’s really changed.

To make a portion of the story clear, what chased me was Nightmare’s big head. Like the one you see on the bed. When I was to safety I could see his bull body.

I haven’t had anymore FNaF dreams than the two you read or are reading, and I don’t know if there are more to come. This is all for now.