Bedtime Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Xayne whispered. . . The Hoodie Dude could be seen running in the woods at an extreme speed. He suddenly came to halt and leaned behind a tree breathing uncontrollably. He shut his eyes tightly and there was a flashback. " Hey Kiddo, you're awake ". A Woman said approaching a boy covered in duvet on the bed. It was dark and windy that night when it was about to rain. "I see scary people". His little voice said. "It's called nightmare, now go to bed they can't hurt you, okay?". She said and he nodded.

At that point, she was the only one who remained relatively calm and was no longer as hostile toward me as before. I was aware that the death of the three women earlier had left them terrified of me. "I'll take you to your dorm. But remember, once the lights go out, don't leave your beds," I warned them. After all, the night was far scarier than the day in our factory.

I nodded moving over to their bookshelf. "Not from there. Mommy already read them to us." Nicholai told me. "How about a story my mother used to tell me? It's a bit scary though." Big smiles made their way on their faces. "We love scary stories!" Ana told me excitedly as I took a seat on her bed, even though Nicholai was still tired he moved off his bed going to Ana's so he could be next to us. I picked him up and placed him beside her. "Thank you."

Somewhere in some distant memories where vampires and werewolves existed among the humans in low profile, there was a very young lass excited to listen to her mother’s bedtime story every night. “Mom, tell me a new story.” an excited five years old young wolf jumps up and down as she ushers her mother for another bedtime story. “What kind of story you wanted to hear this time, hm?” her mother smiled as she carried her daughter toward her bed. “Hmm, what about vampires?” the young wolf suggested with her innocent tone that made her mother shake her head.

Michael said, “Sakura told me we could play hide-and-seek, or we could tell scary stories.” Akira thought about it for a moment and then said, “You know what? How about we freshen up and change into our pajamas and then meet up in my room. Then we can tell each other scary stories. I know a lot of very scary Japanese ones.” Michael looked excited. “Really? Awesome.” Akira turned to Sakura and asked, “How about it?” Sakura nodded. “Sure, that sounds fun.” She turned to ask Mary and Katherine. “How about you two?”

he asked. "Yes, I mean, we don't talk much, thanks to, you know, your step father but yeah she told me." And then, not wanting him to feel ashamed about having a nightmare, if, in fact, he really had one, she quickly added, "But it's nothing to be ashamed of Billy. I mean, Bobby gets them too, you know, especially after watching a scary movie." "I know but not tonight I guess. I tried to wake him to tell him about my dream and he won't even wake up. He is, like, totally sound asleep."

NIGHTMARE I was walking and was scared I heard my name being call I look around but saw no one,I keep walking and heard my name when I turn back no one as I look at my front he was there and he say am coming I woke up and was scared,I started crying I didn't know my cry was loud and the doctor came in Hey Alex,Alex what wrong His coming he say his coming Who is coming Alex The vampire Alex listen to me you have a bad dream no one coming ok,you are safe

He sharply sighed with heavy heart and swiftly turned, gliding back into his room. BACKGROUND SONG SEE YOU AGAIN _WIZ KHALIFA THE HANSEL'S MANSION Ben crumbled himself underneath his blanket, trembling with fear at the sound of anything that moved or crippled. He panicked at even the sound of the wind or leaves. Just when he finally dosed off, a heavy wind from no where blew through the room; causing the clock on the wall to crash to the floor. He screamed and sprung from his bed all sweaty. His eyes bulging out of its socket with fright as he scanned through the dark room,trembling. A shadow swiftly trod past his door, followed by scary voices and whispers.

“And no scary movies! He acts all tough, but then I’m the one getting woken up at three a.m. because he’s convinced a ghost is living in his closet.” I nodded, trying to keep up. “No soda after seven. He gets hyper. And he’s going to try to convince you that marshmallows count as a vegetable. They don’t.” “Copy that,” I said. “No ghost movies. No sugar demons. Marshmallows are not a food group.” She squinted at me. “And bedtime?” “Ten.” “Nine.” I smiled. “Nine.” Her expression softened slightly. “He’s really excited. He wouldn’t stop talking about it last night.”

“All the other kids are listening,” “You don’t like horror stories,” I reminded him, but that flew over his head. “I’m grown,” he placed both hands on his waist, giving a superman pose. “See?” he smiled. “I won’t sleep with you tonight,” I said, trying to discourage him, but Elvis was stubborn. “I believe you, little rascal. Let’s go listen to some horror stories,” Arthur said, taking Elvis’ hand. Arthur looked over his shoulder with a grinning face. I guessed they both met their match. Back with everyone, we sat around a large campfire as everyone told their horror stories.