Freaky Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Her thoughts transported her to a distant memory of her mother, telling her tales of the Lycan King: "Come on, Tasha, it's time for bed!" A little girl, no older than eight, rushed into the room in her nightgown and jumped onto the oversized bed. "Mum, tell me a bedtime story," she pleaded as her mother tucked the sheets around her. Her mother smiled and joined her on the bed. "In a faraway land, there lived a princess," she began, but the little girl shook her head. "No, Mum, tell me the story of the great and mighty Lycan King," she said with anticipation in her eyes.

Christian nodded yes and I grabbed and tickled him until he couldn’t laugh anymore. “Okay let’s see what this story is about.” I took the book and read to him while he lay next to Adara and held her hand. His eyes closed at the fourth paragraph and I read two more to make sure he was sleeping. We kissed him goodnight on his forehead and left the night light on. Some nights he was afraid of the dark and other nights it didn’t bother him at all. I wasn’t worried. It was normal for kids to be afraid of the dark. Especially if they saw a dead woman in it talking to them.

A subdued silence enveloped the fireplace after Shango’s story, interrupted only by the occasional chirping of the night crickets. “That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

"You ask, but the answer lies within you." "It's not there, I don't know why this happens." "Hmm, have you heard of children who sneak into their parents' room in the middle of the night, cry if their parents don't let them sleep with them?" "Yes, I've heard of that." "Why do you think these children prefer to sleep in their parents' bed, even when they are older, why do you think they claim to see monsters, hear noises, the boogeyman, and so on, but sleep well in their parents' room?"

She might cry herself to sleep and that is not good for her health. "You look worried." Akira said. "Because I am! She's probably going to have a hard time sleeping." Wait! Bedtime stories! That might get her to sleep. "I need to go take something from my room." I said. "What's that?" "It's a secret." I said and turned in the direction of my room, leaving Akira in the hallway. Getting to my room, I rushed to the shelf and picked three books from it. I exited and rushed to Isabella's room.

He was excited. “ Eleo, you need to sleep so I'd appreciate if you were less active because I have a bad feeling that you won't still fall asleep after I read this,” I heaved before sitting down. “ Anyway, the name of tonight's story is ‘When The Yogurt Took Over' and it's tagged as a science fiction,” that was something I found odd since the name wasn't exactly related to science in anyway.

I said with a small laugh. The remaining nighttime was spent in bedtime routines and warm baths, in stories and toothbrushes. Mirabel insisted on one of Clinton’s old bedtime tales — something about a crocodile and a mango — and I fumbled my way through the story while they giggled under their covers. When they finally dozed off, I stayed a while longer in the hallway, just watching them sleep. Japheth curled toward the window. Jake, hugging his teddy. Mirabel, one leg dangling off the bed as if dreaming of her little bride walk.

The Day Lily Asked the Big Question It happened at bedtime. God. Of course it did. Fair. Because bedtime was dangerous. Reasonable honestly. Children saved their most powerful questions for bedtime. God. Questions adults never saw coming. Fair. Questions capable of causing emotional damage. Reasonable. This was one of those questions. God. The evening had been perfect. Fair. Dinner. Stories. Reasonable. A beautiful sunset over the ocean. God. Everything peaceful. Fair. Then came bedtime.

She gave an awkward smile. Oh, how I long for just one more glimpse of that grin. "Do you remember what I was like when we were kids?" "Well, annoying," I said, and she raised her brows. "At first, though, I noticed that I couldn’t live without you, and I couldn’t even go to bed without seeing your silly face. Basically, every night I would go around acting creepy. I used to come into your room solely for the purpose of watching you sleep and telling you stories while you were unconscious. You once pretended to be sleeping while I read the most irritating bedtime story I have ever read, and I caught a glimpse of a smile on your face while I was reading it to you. When I stopped, you asked me