Horror Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

I groaned in mortification as mum was telling a story about how we got scared during one Halloween night of our childhood. "Please go on." Kami said laughing hard as she held her stomach. Mum just ignored us pleading and began a new story. Sharing stories late into the night, Zoe also told stories about she and Kamila's life in highschool and growing. We finally decided to go in around 10pm. Kami stripped down to her bikini and fell fast asleep immediately her body touched the soft silky fabric of the bed. We joined her and also fell asleep on either sides caging her between our arms.

I cleared. "I am wondering." I chuckled nervously. "I wondered the same when my father told me about it, I was nine, I couldn't sleep then," "Haha, you were scared, I never get to hear one you know. Some of these horror books were forbidden by my parents. Instead, they would read to me moonlight stories, fairy princesses and all." "I doubt you look anything like a princess, you lack etiquette." "That's a rude way to speak to a lady." "My apologies."

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

I asked frowning, I have never heard about this. Ray laughed, “ It was in the bedtime stories, my mother and granny used to recite them to us to make us scared of going out in the middle of the night. you know how pups are! As soon as they start shifting that’s what they all want to do for a long time. The male pups even go out at night to run through the woods. So to keep me and my brothers safe, my mother and granny told us this myth. How at night a creature who is not man nor beast roams the landing of woods and if pups go there, he will eat them.”

Somewhere in some distant memories where vampires and werewolves existed among the humans in low profile, there was a very young lass excited to listen to her mother’s bedtime story every night. “Mom, tell me a new story.” an excited five years old young wolf jumps up and down as she ushers her mother for another bedtime story. “What kind of story you wanted to hear this time, hm?” her mother smiled as she carried her daughter toward her bed. “Hmm, what about vampires?” the young wolf suggested with her innocent tone that made her mother shake her head.

“And every small town has its local ghost story. There’s no documented evidence.” Devon finally spoke, voice rough as gravel. “There won’t be. Not when the woods don’t just kill you. They take you.” The group fell silent. Above them, the moon rose, bloated and pale behind a veil of thin clouds. And somewhere deep within WildWood, a sound drifted through the night — faint, almost musical. A child’s voice, singing a lullaby off-key. Marla gasped and clamped her hands over her ears. “Don’t listen! Don’t listen!”

“Let's go inside before it gets chilly out here.” Haley agreed. The Island's temperature was strange. In the afternoon, it would be very hot, while in the evening, it would get so chilly that she'd shiver under the blanket. “I'll make us dinner,” He stated as they walked away from the balcony. Stepping inside the vast bedroom, Haley sat on the huge bed. Even bigger than the ocean was this enormous and scary bedroom. Sometimes, she'd wake up at night and hear sounds on the wall. It was probably part of her imagination, but this bedroom creeped her out sometimes.

They seem to forget that we were just sleeping beside one another and I would easily feel either of them rising from the mat that we were lying down on if they tried to even move. +++++++++++ That being said, we hope you enjoyed our simple tale of terror. If it wasn't that scary for you then it would really be nice if you take a chance and have a sleepover at Grandma's house. Maybe something more exciting will happen to you then. On that note, I would like to say goodnight for now dear reader. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller hoping that you would come back very soon.... Until then, fare thee well.