Midnight Story Novels & Stories

He knows the predator is in the room, but he can't see the teeth. I walk out into the hallway. The grandfather clock chimes. Dong. Dong. Dong. Ten o'clock. The house will be asleep by midnight. At 04:22, I will be reborn.

He cried. Mara's hair swayed with the wind as she stand on the balcony of her room. The Netherworld was not she thought it would be. She thought she'll be seeing countless violent acts in a day but she saw unity instead of what she used to hear in the land of the living and in the Eternal. There really is no sunrise in this place but she can tell when its day or night since the sky is bright at day and two moons greetd each other good night in the next twelve hours.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

This is confusing. Midnight The party ended at almost midnight. Most of the students are going home. Some of them, waiting to be picked up. I already texted brother Sam. I'm just waiting for him to come. While I’m waiting, I’m with Adem while walking to the swimming pool of this resort. He’s holding my hands while stargazing. “You know what Lou, you’re the only gay I love. I know you have an attitude but I know you are true” I laughed at what he said.

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”

We sit on the floor afterward, telling old stories, joking about crushes, playing small games, anything to pass the time until midnight. “Ready?” I whisper once I sense it's midnight. They respond and we sprint toward her chambers. I enter first, using the familiar path to the ritual room. The bed is neatly made with white sheets. She's no where in sight. A white calabash sits beside it. The throne is shattered into pieces

“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!”

His hand struck my face so hard that blood started trickling from the corner of my mouth. Waiters and customers all around us stopped and stared in shock. They glanced at Edwin, who was dressed in fancy clothes from head to toe, and then back at me. Whispers and looks of judgment started to spread. Edwin was just as surprised by Matthew's sudden slap. He wrapped his arms around me, his face full of worry. I saw Edwin's hands ball into fists, ready to fight back, but I held him back with a calm hand. "Matthew, always playing the innocent party, huh? Why don't you tell them about the time you brought your pregnant girlfriend home on Christmas Eve and left me alone in the snow? That's when we l

". Midnight thought to himself as he was lying down on his bed and staring at the ceiling while holding his chess piece. He took the chess piece back into his pocket and then stared outside his window where the stars and moon were visible. He felt his eyelids start to get heavier and heavier as seconds and minutes continue to pass by. He was trying to fight back the sleepiness but exhaustion finally caught up to him and he eventually closed his eyes and went to dreamland. Before he completely fell asleep, his last thoughts were he was gonna do whatever it takes to make everything right and make people pay for trying to destroy the family and the organization. He was gonna do everything even

The reality of how close he had come to death was more real than it ever had been, but at this moment, he was focused on the sound of their heartbeats. The tangible proof that life went on. He had made it out, and now he wanted to be here, present for them, for us. "I'm so glad you're here," I said softly, resting my hand on his. "And they are, too." "The asshole told me that he would see us on the bayou at midnight," he managed to say, his voice hoarse, each word an evident struggle. Midnight on the bayou. I knew what that meant, having lived on the bayou my entire life. It was a direct challenge, a threat that promised more violence and possibly worse.