Bedtime Scary Stories Novels & Stories

"Don't mind him Mum. You should also go to bed." "Me? Nah. It's too early. I slept for nineteen years remember?" "Come on. That's guilt tripping me." Sue whines and Holly laughs. "Fine. I will, but on one condition. You'll let me tell you a bedside story." She smiles, her smile holding a hint of sadness. Sue understands and nods, intertwining her hand with Ford's. "You'll read US bedtime stories. Come on." Soon enough, Ford and Sue are under the covers while Holly is holding an a old children book. "I hope you can read horror because I'm about to scare the pants off this little children." Holly sniggers and starts reading.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Mira begged her mum with her tiny little voice as her mum was about to put her to bed "Okay dear, I'll tell you something very different, it's a mythical story and it's a bit scary" her mum said "Yeeeee, I love scary" Mira raise her little hands up happily "Okay listen," her mum started as she took a seat beside her little child's bed

It coiled my nerves and spine, weighing in the air like something tangible. I remembered Mom telling me stories when I was younger. Some were just simple bedtime stories to help me sleep, but others were scary ghost stories goaded on by Leo. Wanting to be brave like my older brother, I begged for them too. She was a silver-tongued narrator. Whether it was Goldilocks and the Three Bears or an old Italian ghost story, Mom painted pictures so vividly it was as if she’d experienced them firsthand. And I knew what she was about to tell me was a firsthand experience, and she was going to weave an image that would likely keep me up at night wondering if Mattia was going to appear standing over my b

"Too scary daddy!! Tim declared and hid himself under the quilt. Leon followed suit. They covered themselves and didn't even let their head out. Allen stood up and went away. The story was indeed scary and that was all he could think of and quickly made up to tell them. Aren't they the ones who wanted a bedtime story before they could sleep. He sat on the sofa in the sitting room. And less than twenty minutes later, Ms Dorothy walked out of the room. "Are they asleep?" Allen asked and Ms Dorothy nodded. "Since I don't know which fairy story their mother told them halfway, I sang them a poem and they drifted off to sleep. But eldest master, that story you were telling them was indeed scary. H

"And we had to spend it with uncle Marco and all he wanted to do was watch boring news all day!" "Urgh! News! So disgusting!" Andrew gagged and stuck out his tongue. I laughed softly, glad that their days had gone normal. I had this irrational fear that Cian would find them and hurt them badly. "Which story should I read?" "Cinderella!" They both chorused. "Alright." I got up and went over to the shelf of bedtime stories they had. I selected Cinderella. "You're ignoring me?" The voice of my wolf filled my head, sharp and judging.

“I thought you died, I told you to check in once in a while” “That’s because I didn’t want to be found, an old woman alone in the world, what else do I have left than to wait for the mother's embrace? She sure is making me wait” “And give up your favorite pass time of scaring children with your bedtime stories?” he drops his head on my shoulder whispering in my ear “She scared Marc for life when he was a pup, he can’t hear the word storytime without breaking into cold sweats” Nana smiled wildly at that, “I do like that” she sobers immediately “Now go away” she waves at the door.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Deciding to investigate the woods tomorrow, I hasten my steps towards the safety of my house. Notifying Travis and Lola of my safe return, I bid them goodnight, their words of love and well-wishes echoing in my mind. The room is shrouded in darkness as I lie in bed, the soft glow of the moon casting eerie shadows on the walls. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves outside my window. Goosebumps prickle my skin as a chill runs down my spine, an unsettling feeling creeping over me.

LUCY'S POV I rolled onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. My life has always been like this, quiet, dull, painfully predictable. I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine.