Monster Under The Bed Novels & Stories

Let's see if she delivers—don't disappoint me. That night, we had to pick rooms. The mages explained, "Each floor's got one bedroom. At night, a monster shows up looking like someone close to you—and lives with you. Eats with you. Sleeps with you." Living with monsters? What part of that isn't nightmare fuel? They didn't even wait. Claimed the first and second floors. Everyone else scrambled for the lowest levels. I got shoved all the way to the top. "Didn't you say your fear rating would always be zero? Since you're so tough, enjoy the 30th floor. Let's see if you're just talk."

BRAHAM'S POV "Braham, there are monsters in my room." His small voice pulled me from sleep. I blinked in the darkness and found him standing in the bedroom doorway, his dragon book clutched to his chest, his eyes wide with fear. "What kind of monsters, buddy?" I asked softly, careful not to wake Millie. She'd finally fallen asleep an hour ago after tossing and turning, her mind clearly stuck on waiting for test results. "Big ones. With teeth and claws. They were chasing with me." His voice trembled.

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.”

The beast lifted Amanda's bed and turned it over roughly. Bang! He… is looking for his prey! The monster growled. Fuck, is he looking for me? Is that the Grunger monster? How did he get here? I have to run. The reflection of the creature's body really resembles the figure of a lycan walking on its two hind legs when it changes on a full moon night. However, he has a pair of sharp fangs and long nails. I have no doubt he is a Grunger monster. I crawled out of the blanket very carefully. I can't make a sound. My eyes continued to be focused on his movements, and my body tried to reach the door to the left of my bed.

For a whole minute, he stood there just looking down at me, making no attempt to move. “It's strange isn't it?” Monster’s voice was barely a whisper. He had asked a question but he didn't give me time to answer before he carried on. “I've never slept in the same bed as a woman before. I never wanted to. But with you…” I stayed silent, just staring at him, waiting for him to continue. “With you I…I want to.” *** I must have fallen asleep before he got out of the shower, even though it was already morning and I had been about to start my day. When I finally opened my eyes, he was asleep next to me. One tattooed arm was thrown up to cover his eyes.

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.

“Before more show up.” After what feels like forever, we enter a big chamber beneath the ruins. At its middle is a pedestal. Resting atop it is a sparkling silver stone…the Moon Stone. It hums with energy. As I walk forward, the ground rumbles again. This time, it’s not guardians. It’s something worse. From the shadows, a hideous monster rises. It’s at least ten feet tall, clothed in dark armor with flashing red fractures running through its breast. Horns twist from its skull-like head, and eyes burn like fire.

They would play and roll about waiting for when his legs would mistakenly extend out of the bed, then they would grab his legs and pull him under. Andrew was eight, and he believed under the bed was a portal of some sort. If he ever went under there at night, he would find himself in the land of the monsters. He only dreamt about these monsters. There were those with red, glinting eyes and arms longer than their legs. There were those whose hands were blades, who felt rather than saw him. They had no eyes. The only thing on their face a mouth. The descriptions of these monsters were so vivid in his mind that he clung to his dad’s hand.

“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