Monster Under A Bed Novels & Stories

“We need to leave the city.” “Good,” Alessio said, jaw set. “Because there’s something I need to show you.” Noa’s brow furrowed. “What?” Alessio’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Where monsters are born.” Noa’s blood ran cold. And the elevator groaned again. Footsteps. Not Dominik’s. Someone worse. A shadow darker than even Alessio. And Noa realized, too late They weren’t out of this yet. They’d just walked into the next nightmare.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

I never believed in monsters until the night my seven-year-old daughter, Lily, refused to sleep. “Daddy, there’s a monster in the basement,” she whispered, clutching her stuffed rabbit so tightly its ears bent. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the nightlight like twin moons. “It talks like you. It knows my name.” I smiled the way parents do—half amusement, half exhaustion. “Sweetheart, there are no monsters. Just old boxes and maybe some spiders. Go back to sleep.”

She sat on her bed and whispered to herself: “Soon. Max, we’re leaving She lay back, staring at the ceiling. Everything in the mansion felt unstable. Everything was shifting. And she needed to act before it was too late.

she says with an evil grin. "What's you doing?" he asks her. "Searching for information about monsters, did you know they live under your bed" she says making the little guy scream with fear and for her to laugh. "Hey not fair!" he says hurt, but he decided to tease her back. "It's not me who's dreaming about monsters, he lives under your bed" he says sticking his tongue out at her. She just giggles ignoring his teasing, pulling him up with her, going to get some blocks out to play with.

The monster under the bed. This was me now. This was what i was now. I heard the leaves rustle. Followed by footsteps behind me. Shit!! Of course he followed me, like a stubborn fly. I started to rise again, getting ready to run again, but then… "Don't!" I froze, more like my body stopped, like someone had pressed pause on me. My whole muscles refused to listen to my command, to move, no matter how hard I urged it to, I couldn't move.

​Finally, after a lifetime of silence, the footsteps turned and faded down the hall. ​I didn't sleep. I couldn't. ​The monster wasn't just under my bed anymore. He was in the hallway. He was in the dining room. ​And he wasn't leaving.

“You don’t touch anyone without permission. You don’t hunt. You don’t lie.” A faint, humorless smile touched his mouth. “You’re not in a position to make rules.” I stepped closer, close enough that he could smell my fear—and my resolve. “You’re chained to my bed,” I said softly, “bleeding out, and asking me for help.” Our eyes locked. Finally, he nodded. “Fine,” he said. “Name your price.” Outside, Kraithan breathed on, unaware. Inside my apartment, I stared at the monster I’d dragged home and realized something terrible and undeniable.

At the mention of the monster, Thalia stiffened her body, instinctively freezing as she looked over her shoulder at the closed basement door. She was worried about the monster coming down. She clutched her bunny doll while putting on a brave face. "Monster won't come down now. It's sleeping, here I saved this for you." She pushed a loaf of bread in front of the boy's mouth. His long unruly hair was still all over his face making it impossible to see his face clearly. "Hurry and eat, or the monster will wake up." The boy must have been hungry because he swallowed up the whole loaf of bread in a jiffy. Happy and contented at her achievement, Thalia brushed her hands together and grinned. "See

he complains as he throw himself at the couch. “Anyway, I had a long day crybaby” I say to him. “I took a visit to the Gaylord’s territory and you would never believe what I saw” I start narrating to him the entire story. “Try me” he says arrogantly. “I think Gaylord is creating an army of monsters, he feeds them with humans and stores them at his basement” I say to him. “Huh, are monsters even real” he says jokingly and I to stop him.