Oh nightmares. Something we all hate but we all have. Tell what kind of nightmares you've had, from the worst, the most recent or one that seem to come back every now and then. What's going on in those nightmares? I'm curious and want to know if you wish to share yours! I'll go ahead and get started I guess. When I was a kid, I had a type of nightmare that would come back to me for literally years. In the nightmare, there was a very short man with huge eyeballs, especially his right eye seemed to almost pop out. He looked a lot like a porcelain doll that I used to own. In his left hand, he had this huge scissor with razor sharp edges that were very intimidating. He had scars all over him and intestines hanged out from his stomach. He was always smiling and never stopped staring without ever blinking. In the nightmare, he would never appear unless I stared at a corner of what could be anything: Walls, sofas, books, anything. He always appeared behind it, slowly revealing himself. Once I have seen him, there was no turning back. I was fucked no matter what I did from that point. When I've spotted him, he has spotted me. He always stared back at me in silence, never blinking and without moving. If I continued to stare at him, I would never break free of the nightmare, not even if someone tried to wake me up. However, as long as I stared at him while he stared back at me, nothing happened. If I turned around to make a run for it, he would always catch up to me, laughing and screaming at the same time. When he was in range, he always snapped off both my legs with his scissor. After that, he started to torture me physically and mentally until I realised that I was dreaming, therefore waking up. If I looked away from him, I was fucked too. When I looked away then back to him, he was gone. It's almost complete silence at that point. The one thing I can hear loudly and clear though, is that scissor. Snip, snap, snip, snap. From that point and forward, it was like a hide and seek game. Sometimes I was the one hiding, sometimes I was the seeker. When the "game" started, the scissor would slowly and pretty quietly go "...snip...snap..." and the closer I got to him or he got to me the sound grew much more intense and faster like "SNIP.SNAP.SNIP.SNAP. SNIPSNAPSNIPSNAP." No matter if I was the one hiding or seeking, he was the one who always found me. Not only did he find me, it always ended up in a extremely terrifying jumpscare. That was the point when I usually woke up. This is how all nightmares regarding this "doll" were like, sometimes they had other twists about them and those twists were usually involving my family into it. In any case, this is probably my worst nightmare I've ever had, one of the reasons for that is because this nightmare started at the age of 4 until I was 13 years old. It took me 9 years to finally grow out of it, nasty.