Monster Under A Bed Novels & Stories

I know my job and I will do it. “I guess you don’t even care that I’m innocent?” She ambles toward me. Sex is intensely painted on each toenail, bare on the wooden floor. She is the doll occupying space in her tiny wooden dollhouse. We are her stuffed animals awaiting her fake tea and Play-Doh cookies. Delicate Heather hosts one last time.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

Nikolas's POV I've never been afraid of 'monsters' per-say. I do believe they exist, I just don't think they are furry and live under the bed and in the closet. You see, I knew a monster once. I knew him so well that eventually, I turned into him. My monster didn't hide under the bed, no, he was everywhere. He was there when I woke up and there when I went to sleep. He took over my reality and if that wasn't enough, he also took over my dreams.

The monster was like a bat form, defensive, dangerous and was flying and jumping at full speed. Suddenly Karen and I were trapped in a hut, and the bat fell from the roof and leaped on Karen… “Were you thinking of escaping?” the monster asked, staring deeply at him. “ Escaping to where?” Karen asked, scared that the bat might spit on him which would burn his skin and make him weak. “The door is broken and you two were planning on escaping.” The monster said looking at the door, the door was broken, how we didn’t know about it, I immediately went to the door, removed the hinges and pushed the door outside.

And this day had been harder than most. Monster seemed to notice her fatigue and got to his feet. He scooped her up and walked down the hall with her in his arms. When he entered his bedroom, he kicked the door shut with his large boot. Roslyn looked up at him. “What are you doing?” “I thought you might want to get out of there for a while.” “Well yeah, but you didn’t have to bring me here,” she argued as she looked around. She caught sight of one of the largest beds she had ever seen. “This is your room, right?” It had to be considering the giant bed.

Then a stroke of genius erupts in my head, I could use this guy to cause even more havoc, maybe make Natalie regret bringing her friends into this mess that wasn’t even meant to be theirs in the first place. “Thank you, this has given us one of the most important game changes in the battle. Can you please bring him up here and place him in a small bedroom, I need to go through his head and see what I can work with.” The monster shuffles forward and enters the house; ducking to miss the doorframe and keeping him head low as he walks through the house to the closest bedroom. The monster drops the guy non-to gently onto the bed and leaves quietly.

He just lay down on the bed, on top of the covers, and stared at the ceiling. The room was dark, lit only by the faint orange glow of the city seeping around the curtains. The distance between the bed and the chair was ten feet. It felt like a canyon. “Audrey?” His voice was quiet in the dark. “Yes?” “The monster. In Keila’s dream.” He paused. “Did it… did she say what it wanted?” My breath caught. He was asking if the monster wanted to hurt her. He was asking about his own reflection in my daughter’s mind, and he was afraid of the answer.

Jordan nodded, remembering how he had found it quite weird for her to sleep so stiffly and with her eyes not completely shut as though she were weary of her surroundings. Even during times where he had laid her to sleep sideways on her bed, moments later, he would find her recoiling to sleep as straight and as stiff as a log, her body laying right in the middle of the bed with her hands placed over her stomach — just like a corpse. It had bothered Jordan and now he knew why. The monster had scarred her even in her subconscious world. “He made me sleep on a mattress the exact same size as my body frame. A mattress so small, even the slightest toss or turn would result in me falling off and th

On the pillow, where my son’s head should have been, lay a single item. A wooden block. A piece from the bridge set Damian had given him. I walked forward, my legs trembling. I picked up the block. Written on the side of it, in black marker, were three words. CHECK THE BASEMENT. I turned to Lucian, the block shaking in my hand. "He's gone. Lucian, he's gone." Lucian looked at the empty bed, then at me. The monster I had seen in the bunker was back, fully awakened, but this time, there was terror in his eyes.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over