Horror Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

I stepped back into the twins' room, feeling defeated, but I couldn't let them see the sadness on my face anymore. Their tears had stopped. I couldn't give them another reason to cry. "Who wants to hear a bedtime story?!" I clapped my hands, feigning the giddiness in my voice. They chorused, equally as loud. "Me!" They curled up in bed with me, and I began telling them a tale my mother always told me before bed when I was a child. It was about dragons, the magical creatures who could breathe fire.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

Deciding to investigate the woods tomorrow, I hasten my steps towards the safety of my house. Notifying Travis and Lola of my safe return, I bid them goodnight, their words of love and well-wishes echoing in my mind. The room is shrouded in darkness as I lie in bed, the soft glow of the moon casting eerie shadows on the walls. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves outside my window. Goosebumps prickle my skin as a chill runs down my spine, an unsettling feeling creeping over me.

"I'm large and I can't change my body size for your pleasure. Also, I'm already sticked to the wall. If you don't want to sleep beside me, feel free to lay on that cold floor. And I almost forgot, I snoar so loud. Right, Amira?" "Yeah, right!" "See?" ### It was already 10 o'clock and I can't still be able to sleep. I tried closing and relaxing to sleep but its not use. Thoughts keep coming to my mind. As Long as I know, there's no horror scene I've read in the book. But why does it seems like the genre turns into a horror and thriller. I tightly closed my eyes and held my breath when I heard a loud bang downstairs. "Did you hear it?" Krisha asked. Also, same as me, Krisha can't be able to f

Father had always talked about very pale creatures who roam the night looking for blood from humans, he called them bloodsuckers and he made sure to tell me stories about them every night before he tucked me into. So I didn't only get to learn about "The Cinderella story"! “Are you vampire?”I ask shocked and wishing that am wrong but the speechless and guilty look on his face proves that am right.. “Shit!, this can’t be happening,”I whisper quickly backing away from him.. As sexy as he may seem, have been warned about his kind, although I never took the warning seriously like who would? But it seems those bedtims stories are actually real! Here I was thinking my dad only told me those Storie

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

Xayne whispered. . . The Hoodie Dude could be seen running in the woods at an extreme speed. He suddenly came to halt and leaned behind a tree breathing uncontrollably. He shut his eyes tightly and there was a flashback. " Hey Kiddo, you're awake ". A Woman said approaching a boy covered in duvet on the bed. It was dark and windy that night when it was about to rain. "I see scary people". His little voice said. "It's called nightmare, now go to bed they can't hurt you, okay?". She said and he nodded.

He never gave her much of a tour, he'd just asked her to wait downstairs each time. Ashleigh walked down the hall and walked into a bedroom. It looked like a typical boy's bedroom. Blue paint coating the walls, posters of cartoons and hockey celebs covered the paint, a green chest of toys and beside it an extra large box of Lego. In the centre of the room, a single bed, small in size, covered in Ben 10 sheets. She smiled to herself. "No wonder why he never lets me up here," she told herself. She went to the wardrobe and opened its doors. Inside were old clothing and at the bottom a box. She pulled out the box and sat on the floor beside it. She opened the box and saw a DVD cover.