Romans & histoires Bedtime Scary Stories

she said. Mommy read me my favorite story, “The Cinderella Luna,” and she kissed me goodnight. I felt so lucky to have her as my mommy! I couldn’t stop thinking about the scary man, I needed to know why he watched me all the time. Did he want to drink my blood? Did he want to make me like him? No! No, my parents would never let that happen. He was often in the big office across the hall, but my parents would keep the doors closed so I wouldn’t have to see him. For some reason I felt like I needed to talk to him, I needed to see if he was really as scary as my mind was telling me.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Casey pouted and Annabella chuckled "Are you trying to bribe me?" She sat down on the bed,their heads on her laps "Please another story,then we will sleep" Alex said "Fine,why not??" "Yeee!" Casey and Alex screamed "So the title of our new bedtime story is Jack and the beanstalk" Annabella said "Wow,I've never heard about that" Casey said "Me too" Alex said "Then listen as I narrate to you"Annabella said and they both smiled,then she started

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP FAIRYTALE IS THAT? Chloe_awesome_scott UM...HAVEN'T YOU HEARD? DID NO ONE NARRATE BED TIME STORIES TO YOU? The_real_prince_charming ...UH, WELL...MY DAD DID, BUT, IT WAS MAINLY FOR QUINN AND ANNA. WILL AND I USED TO MAKE THE 'RAWR' DRAGON SOUNDS FROM BEHIND AND SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF THEM. AND, OH MY GOD, THEN, ANNA USED TO CRY AND QUINN USED TO CHASE US WITH HER BAT. AND, OUR DAD...HE...

“I heard its nails first. Oh, God . . . we used to have a black lab. Lady. When it’d storm at night, she’d always try to get into bed with us. You’d hear her climb the steps and it was exactly like that. That scratchy sound on the steps. Slow. Timid, I guess. It was like that. Then the steps started to creak loud, like when Ed goes up and down. And I— I got this picture in my head, it was like I could see it. See its shadow on the stairs. It just got bigger and bigger, and I could hear its hair scraping on the walls like a big brush and it just got louder. I was hysterical, I—I haven’t been so scared in my entire life. I forgot all about that man I saw. Forgot about everything. Just all I co

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

When I come out, in my sleeping clothes, I see the hotel sheets on the balcony, being stepped on by pillows and others hanging by shoelaces. Confused, I approach this one and when I open the door, the three of them scream in fright to the point of putting down the small flashlight that Aitana had in her hands. "You scared us to death" complains Aitana and the children look agitated. "What are you guys supposed to be doing?" I ask confused. "Being in China, we were doing this with nice stories, but, today the kids decided it was time to turn the page and get us into scary stories" says Aitana and I fold my arms.

I keep the pocketknife hidden and wait for my chance to stab the wolf with it. Even though it’s harder to see and move about the forest, I’m glad we travel at night and catch sleep by day. Because my dreams are so bad when the sun is up, I’m scared of how terrible they’ll be at night. Some of my nightmares seem to follow me even when my eyes are open. I watch as my parents and Max die over and over again. As the monster gets inside the shed and finds us. But most of all it’s glowing eyes and screams that haunts my dreams worst of all. CeCe asks about our parents and Max less and less, and I’m scared she’s starting to forget them already.

I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness. “A story, but you are the writer between the two of us,” she says in a reply with a chuckle, she’s right usually I’m the one who makes up the stories, I’m the author, and I’m really proud about it. “I know, but tonight, I need you to do it,” I say in a sad voice, it was more of a whisper, I can’t tell her a story, not with how scared I’m feeling right now, my story would be one about ghosts, fear, demons that lurk outside your home and not the one under the bed ready to