Freaky Bedtime 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.

"I miss normal. I miss boring. I miss coffee being biggest problem in my day." "I miss being tucked in," Grace said. "I miss you reading stories, Mommy. I miss Daddy checking for monsters under my bed. I miss feeling safe enough to sleep. Do you think—do you think I'll ever sleep again? Real sleep? Or is this it forever? Just—just aware in darkness forever?" "I don't know, baby."

he murmured, writing it like it was a mission objective. She watched him. Focused. Serious. Intent. Like a determined father trying to memorize a world he had missed. “And he likes stories before sleeping,” she added softly. Reid paused at that. “What kind?” “Adventures. Brave heroes. Silly monsters. Anything where someone protects someone else.” He nodded slowly and wrote: Bedtime stories – protective theme. The room felt different now. Not heavy. Not tense. But quiet. “You already had lists for me too?” she asked after a moment.

“No, actually I am curious too. But I'm not the right person to ask since I also know nothing. At first, I thought it was about chemistry, like mixing compounds through formulas. But there was more than that. Have you noticed?” “Yes! Exactly! Was it magic?” “Pfft.” “Are you laughing? Don’t laugh! Anything is possible in the world! I even believe in monsters.” “What kind of bedtime stories did you read when you’re young?” “Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Princess and the Frog–” Ponjie immediately stopped and blushed. Fruto did not expect it either. His face started to have a shade of red from preventing himself from laughing. Fruto knew that Ponjie has a strong bond with his mother. Even when sl

She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him again. When I returned home, I looked for Zac all over the house but couldn't find him. “Have you seen Zac?” I asked Caroline “No.” She answered and continued using her phone. I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and heard something strange. Someone was weeping. I looked under my bed and I saw Zac hiding and weeping under my bed. “What happened Zac?” I hugged him after he came out. “She...She--” He couldn’t speak out of fear. I consoled him and gave him some water.

She said as she yawned, “Betsy said that you were going somewhere safe to start a family!” “Oh…um, kind of, yes.” “Could you tell me a bedtime story?” the girl said as she finally gave up the pointless fight and let her self drift to slumber. “Goodnight,” Trie said, her voice shaky and her eyes teary. “Oh, what a mess.”

"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

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

I was drained and desired a decent night's sleep. “Yeah. She said we needed to be good kids, and not disturb you any further, which was why we were obedient. Did we do well, mum?” River asked, grinning. “We were the best, right?” “Yeah. My best.” I patted his head, sitting next to him. “So, which bedtime story do you want? The princess and the pea? Or your favourite Toy Story?” They stayed silent for a long time, sharing glances before River murmured, “Just go to bed, Mum. You don't have to read any stories for us. We will sleep just fine without it.”

I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts. “Would it be okay if I sat?” I asked, keeping my voice soft. She blinked, considering, then shifted forward a little, making just enough room for me. I sank down beside her, feeling the mattress dip under my weight. Sea’s face remained expressionless, but she held her teddy closer. I cleared my throat, the words almost catching. "Would you like to hear a story? I know one about a brave princess who fought off the night demon.” Her eyes darted up to mine, doubtful. “If it’s boring, don’t bother. I’m not really a fan of bedtime stories.”