Monster Under A Bed Novels & Stories

Laura said as she threw every item she could find against the monster. "Get away from me," its eerie, cranky voice mimicked her. "No…" Twelve limbs moved at once, each leaving a black swampy stain on the floor. Its boneless neck twisting at impossible angles. Two hollow holes on its head but somehow it managed to see her. Throwing herself over her bed, she felt a wet grip around her leg. "Hmmm…Noo…" She was pulled back violently, feeling the spikes of glass before she collapsed to the ground. Her eyes met the blade hidden under the dresser.

The moment he's out of sight Stacey's comment about her underwear under his bed slams into my head, I try to shake it off but I'm a curious wolf and unfortunately for me, this leads to me getting down on all fours and sticking my head under his bed. I can't see anything which is an instant relief but the light from the lamp doesn't light all the space up and me being me, I can't just be happy that there's nothing there instead I use my torch app on my phone and flash it around and then I see them..pink barely-there thongs on the floor, under his bed, where she said they would be and I'm honestly devastated.

I don't want to carry his monster baby. My eyes stayed glued on him as I reached down, under the bed. My fingers fumbled around until they found the piece of wood I had kept earlier. I took it into my hand and dragged it out from under the bed before standing back up straight. Kaden is still unhinged, asleep. As I stood there, stake in hand, a surge of emotions washed over me. The man lying on the bed seems so different from the monster I want to run from. The vulnerability in his sleep tugged at my heart, planting seeds of doubt.

“I can’t. I’m scared. The monster from my dream is under my bed.” “It isn’t. Go back to bed.” “It is.” He insisted. “It is under my bed right now.” Dan struggled to control his temper. “Monsters aren’t real.” He said. “This one is. It is a tall shadow, it has a whip and a horrible scream.”

His fingers trace fire down my spine one last time before the darkness pulls him back. Without a sound, without a trace, he slips beneath the bed, disappearing into the shadows like the hunger he is. The room is suddenly silent, the lights flickering back on. I lie there, trembling, slick, spent, heart pounding. Fingers shaking, I reach for my phone on the bed beside me, thumb fumbling over the screen. I call her. “Hey,” I whisper, voice raw. “I just got fucked by the monster under my bed.”

Talking made things worse. He looked at the shelf of toys. There were dolls. Cars. Animals. Monsters. He picked up a monster. It was green with big teeth. He put the monster in the hole. Then he covered it with sand. "Hiding the monster," Dr. Yuki said. "Good idea." River looked at her. She understood. You had to hide the monsters. If you didn't, they came out at night. He picked up a small doll. A boy doll. He put the boy doll on top of the sand mound. Right over the monster.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

I recalled crawling to the wine bar and opening a bottle of wine, I also recalled drinking from the bottle and then turning into the glass, but that was the last thing I remembered. Jus then, it dawned on me and in that instant, I snapped back to the present and fixed my gaze back on Nanny Ruth. "Wait! How did I get to the bed?" I asked, my brows furrowing. I was both surprise and confused. Leonard wasn't in the room, and I didn't need anyone to tell me he couldn't have carried me to the bed. As far as I knew, he was a monster who lacked sympathy and compassion for anyone.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .