Monster Under The Bed Novels & Stories

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

“Jonathan! This is not the time to comment on my boxing stance!” “Right,” I chuckled. She’s so naïve that it’s endearing. I checked the bathroom and finally under the bed before climbing to my feet. “I’m happy to report you don’t have any monsters hiding under your bed.” It took several seconds before it finally clicked. “Get out,” Kierra demanded, pointing towards the hallway. “What did I do?” “You play too much, Jonathan. I thought there was an intruder, but you were looking for make-believe monsters under the bed.”

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.”

I felt a shudder run through me that was equal parts tenderness and discomfort. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Harrison didn’t follow. I didn’t look back to see his expression. Ivy’s grip tightened the closer we got to her room. It was down the hall from Kade’s, in the same room that had once been my daughter’s nursery. “I don’t wanna go back in there,” she mumbled against my shoulder as we reached the threshold. “Why not?” I asked. “There’s a monster under my bed.”

I ask him, “What did you dream about?” “There was a monster under my bed,” he says. “And it was calling my name. It was telling me to go to him. I didn’t want to. I was scared.” I pull him close to me and kiss the top of his head. “Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry. It’s only a dream, okay? There are no monsters. They don’t exist.”

I stammered, and he kissed the top of my head. Moments later, Annie knocked on our bedroom door, wanting to stay with us. “Can I come in and sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked her father when he opened the door for her, his eyes shining. “Aren’t you too big to sleep with mommy and daddy?” Jason asked her. “But there's a monster under my bed,” she said with a scared look. “Sweetheart, monsters don’t exist. They’re just stories people made up to sell souvenirs,” Jason replied, but I cut him off gently.

I told you, future astronaut here. “Even monsters?” I stoop in front of her, my feet flat on the floor, buttoning the undid button of her pink flowered dress and pulling her in for repeated kisses on her cheek. Her cheeks go rosy red but she answers bravery, in a whispered tone and with a crooked smile, nodding slowly. “Even monsters, mummy.” She of course thinks the tree outside was the monster I referred to, whose shadow used to be cast inside her bedroom at night. Until Jax cut it down some months back because she cried, every night insisting the monster was trying to climb up her bed every night to take her away from us.

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.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

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.