Bedtime Stories Horror Novels & Stories

I asked and he nodded. I crawled in his bed and he held me. I felt safe and finally fell asleep. Saturday Dad was still sound asleep when I woke. I got up and made breakfast. After eating, I checked the radio. It was almost all static. I was about to give up when I heard a voice. "If any human can hear this, stay hidden. All the legends are real. Vampires, Werewolves, everything. They are capturing us in the streets. Stay hidden no matter what"

The only other piece of furniture was a small bedside cabinet, one of those cheap fibreboard units that looked as if the only thing keeping it together was a wing and a prayer and the fact it was wedged tight between the bed and the wall. I was clutching the only pillow to my chest, my arms wrapped around it like it was a lifebelt, keeping me afloat. I didn't want to be awake, but when I closed my eyes I saw his – Davey's – wide, bulging pools of terror that told me I'd done this. I might as well have torn open his chest myself and cracked apart his rib cage with my bare hands. I'd brought death to his door. I'd brought death to them all.

Kian's gaze finds me, and he extends his hand. "It's getting colder," he murmurs, a little cold in his tone. I stand and sit further from him, between Max and Doty, and they both smile at me. As the night went on, the guys told scary stories, which were really scary, like the horror films Mya makes me watch.

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

”But I didn’t think much of it. I walked into the house and climbed the stairs. As I moved down the hallway toward our bedroom, I noticed clothes scattered across the floor. Then I heard moaning sounds coming from our bedroom. My steps slowed, the moan became louder with each steps I took, my heart began to pound as I walked closer. When I reached the door, I froze, Mark was inside… dressed in a Jessica Rabbit costume. He was sitting on a guys dick while the other sucked his cock. My breath caught in my throat, I grabbed the door handle to steady myself. My bag slipped from my hand and hit the floor, with a loud thud making all three of them turn toward me.

“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.

The evil ones. The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet.

With that, I escorted them up to the fourth floor. After they chose their bed, I turned and left. From this point forward, they were on their own. … Dawn was just beginning to break the next morning when terrified screams shattered the silence. Without wasting a moment, I ran to the dormitory to check. As soon as I opened the door, a dark liquid came streaming out. Inside the room, streaks of blood covered every inch of the floor. Charlotte stood frozen in place, her eyes locked on the bed across from her.

She always thinks that daydreaming is just a waste of time. She immediately saw a room and the door was slightly open. She slowly entered that room, and she was immediately greeted by an aftershave smell. She remembered that very same smell whenever she gets close to Nick Sorrento. Then, something had caught her attention. There was a picture frame standing on the bedside table. She intently stared at that picture frame... She held her breath in suspense as she continues to stare at the photo... The man on the frame looks strangely familiar to her, and it's making her nervous...

Safe and hidden from the monster who kills and forces me to be a cannibal. I finish cleaning and tuck myself into my closet about an hour before the bedroom door opens. I keep my breathing shallow as I listen to the footsteps, but something tells me it isn't the monster this time. The something is the clicking of heels hitting the floor instead of flat shoes. Curiosity begins to stir within me, but I keep myself still. I don't want to make anyone mad. All the animals in this house are dangerous. "What are you doing here," the monster growls, and I cringe within my dark closet.