---In the quiet solitude of the night, when the world is enveloped in slumber, my dreams took a sinister turn. The dream was vivid, almost tangible, as if it were a piece of reality that had crept into the sanctity of my subconscious. It was a nightmare w...

---In the quiet of the night, children's dreams often take on lives of their own, weaving tales of wonder and terror. For young Emma, her nights were haunted not by mere dreams, but by nightmares so vivid and unsettling that they seemed to seep into her w...