Freaky Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

she asked. “Because the freaks come out at night. When I was 14, I begged my dad to let me be alone at night, right? And he did, because I told him the same thing, I was old enough. So, one night my dad was working late and I had no babysitter and I was okay; or that was until had to lock up and get ready for bed.” Her eyes had stayed trained on him while he started the story. “What happened?”

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

I said assuringly. “No. I don't wanna stay alone." She begged, dragging my wrist. Realizing that there was no other way I could leave the room, I came up with an idea. ‘I’m going to tell her a story until she falls asleep!’ "Okay, Marissa, you know what? I have enough stories to tell you, tonight! Do you wanna hear it?” “Yes!" She answered enthusiastically. "Then, climb into bed ASAP!” I said eagerly as both of us crawled into bed, throwing the covers over us.

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,”

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.

"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."