Freaky Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

" I began as her small face crumpled when Lucien remained silent, looking at her, broodingly. ' Mumma will do that. I'll read you your favourite story, the one about the Blue Frog.' Her face lit up. The story of a Blue Frog who discovered wondrous things in an enchanted forest was her all-time favourite. Beaming, she skipped to me in her pyjamas, her face shining. Scooping my baby in my arms, I murmured 'Excuse me,' and fled without meeting the probing pale eyes of the man who dominated the room with his large, silent presence. ' Mumma will always read you your favourite stories at bedtime, pumpkin,' I whispered, nuzzling her hair. As we left, I knew that the big built man sitting alone in t

The night was cold, and I feared they would catch a cold, but they began to cry out loud on the road. People began to stare, so I had gotten them the ice cream. When they got home, I prepared for them a nice warm shower, and dressed them, making them ready for bed. “I'm craving a bedtime story, Mommy.” Nadia said, as I tucked them in. “I'll tell you one tomorrow. I'm exhausted, okay? What do you think about two bedtime stories tomorrow?” I asked, as a bribe. “Oh yeah! I want Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty.”

"I know you're awake, so get up." She groaned sleepily. "James, please, I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, so could you please shut up and let me sleep?" she asked, hugging the pillow beside her. "And it's not my fault you didn't go to bed early; we already talked about it, so don't give me that reason. Will you stand there, or will I drag you to the bathroom?" James threatened. She moaned once more. Damn, this jerk! Despite her love for him, there are times when she just wants to torture him. Does he not notice how sleepy I am?

"Can we do another one together?" "Sure but we'll have snacks first." Crimson set the tray down on the table and they both sat down, enjoying the snacks. Cleo happily munched on a cookie while he ate cheese crackers. "Daddy, do you remember the bedtime story you told me last time?" "Which one, sweetie?" "The one about the kids who lived in a house made of candy... The scary lady used the sweets to trick them into coming inside so she could eat them." "That's Hansel and Gretel."

She responded with a squeezed forehead. "Uhmmm... Things like faries, werewolves and the rest?" He retorted immediately. "Those stories my mom read me every night so as to sleep. Well, to some extent I do believe them, but only faries." She answered. "Why only them?" He curiously asked. "Perhaps because they came every night while I was little to take my broken tooth, and what came after was mostly good luck and the rest" she responded with a slight chuckle escaping her lips.

However, it looked as though the Baku was operating separately from his physical body, as it twitched now and then. Braxton remembered a story his mother used to tell him about the Baku. They were mythical creatures who entered your sleep and ate your bad dreams. She always told him that if he woke up during the night from a nightmare, he was to chant "Baku-san come eat my dream" three times, and a Baku would appear to gobble up his nightmares. It scared the shit out of him as a kid, and no matter how bad his dreams got, they were never bad enough to invoke a Baku. As an adult, he'd put his mother's stories in the same category as human fairy tales. To see one up close was terrifying.

Meg-hen: You are not the only one with a priestly friend and no, boys do not take up even a quarter of our conversation. Me: whatever you say. Goodnight captain Meg-hen: This was the easiest way to make money. I smiled and placed my phone on the bedside drawer before snuggling deeper into my pillow. Falling asleep had become easier since I told Meghan about Freya and the night terrors have reduced considerably.

Marie knew of her tiny little girl, Aleta, who used to hop around on one foot to see if she could keep her balance, and stuck her naughty fingers into Marie’s jam, and would ask for a bedtime story even when it was nowhere near bedtime. “It doesn’t have to be a bedtime story, dear,” Marie would say, and her eyes would twinkle. Smiling Marie. Happy Marie. “A story told at any other time is simply a story.” Aleta, who had dark eyes like her mother, and dark hair like her mother, and it refused to be tamed and combed, also like her mother’s, would say, “But bedtime stories are the best. Won’t you please tell me one, Mama?”

Then he would jump out and frighten her, it doesn't get old, no matter how many times he jumps out from that hole she always yelped, clenching her chest and falling over on the sunflower-littered ground. "You will give me a heart attack someday." She would grab the little four-year-old, trapping him in her bosom then there she would deliver her momma weapon, the tickle monster, he would laugh hard until he cried... "I wanna pee..." Would she let him free and he would run all the way to the little old rusty farmhouse that creaks whenever his little weight gets on it. After dinner, she would bathe, tuck him in and he would demand a story, his favorite bedtime story. He had thought she made tha

I declined into the chair, my eyes scanning the room. Ella did the last button of Ivy's pajamas and smiled at me. I flashed a signal to Ella to help me out and she laughed, her fingers pointing to a nearby shelf in the room where all of Ivy's bedtime stories were arranged. I walked over to the shelf and picked a book barely glancing over to see it's contents. I sat back into my chair and was about reading when I skimmed it through the first chapter. The story was about a frog who dared to dream, going on an whimsical adventures. “I'm going to be telling you the story of the frog who dared to dream that he could change the frogville.”