Horror Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

A pit of nothingness where your deepest fear aside and in the end, you will desire to die. You are the light that represents the sun, and she is the dark that represents the moon. Please do not trust him that much, for in that loop you both choose is a hell that ends you be dead. Dare to be alone? Think twice or you will end up hearing him, walking in your direction, stealing your only life, for a soul he wanted death will upon you. Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they will come at the stroke of midnight creeping their way unto you. Don’t dare to look under your bed, for they will come at the top of your head.

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

"I'm scared." The whispers called to me again, nudging me forward to the stairs leading to the attic. I hardly ever came up here and it felt almost unfamiliar to do so. Uncle Al told me a lot of ghoul stories to keep me away while my father always debunked them when I asked to spend the night in his bedroom. The fond childhood memories gradually inked into a nightmare. A nightmare?

I pinch my eyes closed, suddenly feeling every bit of being a stupid, stupid pup. “The Midnight Protectors.” Protecting the dark. Well, what’s in the dark? All the things your parents warn you about, tell you are just tales meant to scare pups. The entire pack knows that the undead sleep below their surface, and moreover, they protect them. “The pack protects you during the day, while you sleep,” I ask, turning back to look at him.

The sea was a few steps away from her, she could already hear its wave even though she cannot see the waters clearly and now she was contemplating whether to reach the shore or to head back home to catch some more sleep since it was the dead of night and no one seemed to be out here, not even the werewolves, vampires or witches she has heard and read of. She scoffed unconsciously, pushing the thought of werewolves and vampires away from her head as she was no longer scared about such things, reminding herself that they do not exist and were only stories made up by people, besides, this was not the first time she came out here by herself at night only not this late. She had sometimes wished t

A/N: This chapter contains slightly distressing content but nothing too graphic. XENDAYA. As a child, the haunting tales Mom wove for us in the candlelit hours of the night were something I looked forward to. Stories filled with brave heroes and creatures of nightmares who sought to destroy castles and claim lives. Little did I know then, the true monsters of this world are so much more terrifying than what the darkest depths of our imaginations could conjure up.

The tapestry of our bonds was still unfolding, and the threads of magic were becoming increasingly apparent. --- The velvet darkness of sleep usually offered a welcome respite, a temporary escape from the weight of our reality. But tonight, the familiar embrace of slumber twisted into a terrifying descent. The comforting quiet of our bedroom dissolved into a cacophony of distorted sounds – the snapping of branches, the guttural snarls of unseen beasts, the chilling echo of a scream that sounded horrifyingly familiar.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

NIGHTMARE I was walking and was scared I heard my name being call I look around but saw no one,I keep walking and heard my name when I turn back no one as I look at my front he was there and he say am coming I woke up and was scared,I started crying I didn't know my cry was loud and the doctor came in Hey Alex,Alex what wrong His coming he say his coming Who is coming Alex The vampire Alex listen to me you have a bad dream no one coming ok,you are safe