Monster Under The Bed Novels & Stories

Lexy had no younger brothers or sisters, so she was the best choice for sleepovers, especially since her parents’ bedroom was in the back of their expansive one-story house, and Lexy’s room was near the living room, toward the middle of the house. It didn’t hurt that she had her own bathroom, and her older sister was away at college, so they were generally undisturbed and it didn’t bother her parents if they stayed up super late making macaroni and cheese with music playing on the radio while they slumped on the sofa, as they were doing the night of Halley’s revelation that she was the enemy.

Safe and hidden from the monster who kills and forces me to be a cannibal. I finish cleaning and tuck myself into my closet about an hour before the bedroom door opens. I keep my breathing shallow as I listen to the footsteps, but something tells me it isn't the monster this time. The something is the clicking of heels hitting the floor instead of flat shoes. Curiosity begins to stir within me, but I keep myself still. I don't want to make anyone mad. All the animals in this house are dangerous. "What are you doing here," the monster growls, and I cringe within my dark closet.

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."

BECCA. The whole entrance fell apart as well as the walls when the monster on his two limbs walked in. Unlike wolves that are always on their four limbs. This monster had long fangs protruding in front of his mouth. He was scary but there was nothing scarier than seeing my mom being held by him. “Leave her out of this, Magdon!” I screamed at him, getting angrier. He turned to me and growled at my face before I saw him freeze looking at something behind me. I trace his gaze and saw that he was looking at his daughter on the floor.

" Ah Randy I don't think we can talk in there let's go to the kitchen or your room " " No I want to sleep in your room tonight , And sides what are you hiding from me , Am suppose to be your favorite nephew " "Ah you are my sunshine , But you can't go in there " "Is someone in there " " Yes a big monster " " I would like to see the monster living in my uncle's room are you with your sword " " huh ? " " Your sword so we can kill the monster " " Randy you can't kill the big monster " " Why can't we kill the big monster "

Monica backed away slowly. “This isn’t funny anymore.” I quickly typed back. WHO IS THIS? The typing bubble appeared almost instantly. Then another message came. UNKNOWN NUMBER: “Check the hidden basement before midnight.”. My hands trembled violently. “What basement?” Monica asked nervously. I looked up slowly. “There’s an old basement downstairs.” Monica frowned. “You’ve never been there?”. I shook my head. “Dad never allows anyone go near it. Silence filled the room. The tension felt unbearable now.

He asked noticing my expression. "I do not like that smell." I complained referring to the alcohol. "I am sorry baby, won't happen again." I sighed moving slightly from him, why was he drunk and laying under the bed with me? "Why aren't you with Glenda?" "Why are you under the bed?" He asked. "Hiding from a monster." I snorted hating that he ignored my question. "What type?" "Big, lean, and scary with a scar on his face."

“I’ll explain later, okay? I promise. Don’t be afraid, he’s not the bad guy.” It was at this moment that Josh got out of the bathtub. “What happened?” Josh confusedly asked. “You’re drowning yourself, dude. You’re killing yourself.” “Porter, he’s under the bed. I saw him under the bed.” Miya said while staring at Josh. She can’t believe someone with them was a werewolf. Kevin bowed his head under the bed and lit up the other flare stick and closes it to Porter’s face. Afterward, Porter got his consciousness back.

For a second , I’m hit with the familiar knife-twist ; the helplessness of knowing I can fight everything except the monsters in his head . “Monster under the bed.” “No monsters tonight. I checked. Triple-checked.” I say it softly, like a spell , rocking him on the glider, humming the dinosaur song he loves . His breathing evens out slowly , each inhale softer than the last until his small fingers relax against my shoulder . I press my cheek to the top of his curls , letting the warmth of him settle something frayed and shaking inside me .

But nothing jumped out. Anthony was tapping the back of the shelves, testing for hollows. Kristen stood and walked to the painting hanging behind the desk. She lifted it—nothing but the wall behind it. “Maybe under the carpet,” she said. They both knelt and pulled it back. Just floor. “Damn it,” she muttered. Anthony glanced up at her. “You okay?” “No. I’m tired of being lied to. If my father left something behind… why would they hide it? Why would Carolina go this far to keep it secret?”