Bedtime Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room. Yuan said that I should not be afraid of Nightmare because it visits the ones who are scared of it. He said that if I became brave to sleep alone, Nightmare won’t visit me. When I was eight, he gave me his favorite stuffed toy. He said it protects him from Nightmare and if I sleep with the teddy bear, Nightmare will not come to me. I don’t know what happened because his teddy bear suddenly lost its magic to protect me from Nightmare.

“Good night!” I ended the call and looked out the kitchen window. The weather was only getting worse. I’m really scared to sleep during storms—not because of thunder, but because of something that happened in my childhood… Maria and I once secretly watched a horror movie about zombies, and it all started on a night just like this — heavy rain, strong wind, thunder… Ever since, I’ve had trouble falling asleep during storms. “Deep in thought, huh?” The sudden voice startled me. I turned around.

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

' I am tired and I am not going to stay up with you the whole night so Lay down quietly cause I am going to lock you in the bathroom if you dared to disturb me ' He said in a flat but dangerously cold tone. He totally scared me. I nodded quickly and laid down without making any noise. I woke up from sleep just a few minutes ago and I don't have any intention of sleeping. I am tired of just laying down on this bed but I don't want him to lock me up in the bathroom. His eyes were closed but a dangerous look on his face. He looks scary even in his sleep. Why is he so scary? He was perfectly talking to me and suddenly he changed back to his scary nature.

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

She did lie quite well because the boy never doubted for a second that there was no gramps on board. - Well, and what are they doing? - Bia was just waiting for this question. So, when he did it, she tightened her red bow on her head and said with a smile that she went from ear to ear: - Dad is at the cemetery and Mom went to buy more sweets, Grandpa is taking care of the boy that Grandma is going to cook. I have to behave myself, or the witch will come and get me too, do you want a candy? - You might see this as a very creepy story, but you must consider that there was news in the port. About a witch that attracts children with sweets to cook for them and then bury her bones in the cemete

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

This was the first time he’d shared a bed with both his Mummy and Daddy, and he couldn’t contain his happiness. "Daddy," he said. "Yes, son?" "Can you tell me a bedtime story? Mummy always does it, but now that you’re staying, you should tell me one." Liam held my hand and Scott’s hand too, as if he wanted the three of us to stay connected forever. "I’m not very good at bedtime stories, but I’ll give it a try," Scott replied. Scott began telling Liam a bedtime story until he fell asleep. I tucked him in with the duvet and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

They seem to forget that we were just sleeping beside one another and I would easily feel either of them rising from the mat that we were lying down on if they tried to even move. +++++++++++ That being said, we hope you enjoyed our simple tale of terror. If it wasn't that scary for you then it would really be nice if you take a chance and have a sleepover at Grandma's house. Maybe something more exciting will happen to you then. On that note, I would like to say goodnight for now dear reader. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller hoping that you would come back very soon.... Until then, fare thee well.