Monsters Under Bed Song Novels & Stories

from The Wizard of OZ. And while the lyrics couldn’t be heard clearly, they played in my head as I hummed. ‘Ding-dong, the Witch is dead! Which old Witch? The shitty Witch! Ding-dong, the shitty Witch is dead! Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed! Wake up, the shitty Witch is dead! She’s gone where the goblins go below, below, below, yo ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out! Ding-dong! The merry-o sing it high, sing it low! Let them know the shitty Witch is dead!’

I knew what was going to come today, it was the full moon afterall and the monster was hungrier than usual. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as my head filled with sweat, the footsteps got closer and louder as it rang in my ears. And I knew he was only a few centimeters away. Summoning a little courage, I peered through the silk covers that dangled from the bed. Right in front of me was a pair of black boots that added another two inches to the six foot four monster who wore them. "Alora.." His throaty baritone voice sounded through my ears and I held my lips tighter as I started to shiver. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." He sang.

Elon asked playfully. " Yeah, that song was me some years ago; it's my go-to song," she answered as they called them upstage. Luckily for her, Elon knew how to sing the song as well. "We're going up, we going down We can run it back, we can work it out, but, noooo Late at night, going out my mind Praying that the sun don't rise, like, noooo, mm ... " Ida sang Waking up but wishing that you don't

Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once again My life was kinda short But I got so many blessings Happy you were mine It sucks that its all landing Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed I'm happy that you're here with me I'm sorry if I tear up When me and you were younger You woul

He murmured into my hair. "Mama?" "Fuck." Gasp left my mouth when I saw our four-year-old sleepy daughter Ahana standing in the doorway. "What are you doing awake sweetie?" I breathed coming down from Leo and that's the moment. "There's a monster under my bed. " She whined and I heard Leo chuckle beside me. "Daddy come scare it away." She jumped up and down with her teddy locked in her fingers. "I'll try not to take offense to that." Leo laughed slipping on his boxers discretely flashing me a wink as he went out the door with his hand holding Ahana.

“I think they are probably made of the dark. They come in when you don’t pay attention. That’s when they arrive.” “Then what happens?” “And then they take you back to their … not burrow. What’s a word that’s like burrow?” “Den?” “No, it’s not a den.” “Lair?” The boy was silent for a moment. He squeezed Ed’s hand and stopped talking. Then, “Yes, that’s the word, lair.” “Okay, so these monsters take the people who don’t pay attention back to their lair. And then what do your monsters do? Do they suck all the blood out like vampires?”

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.”

"Oh, sweetheart." She rubbed her eyes again and moved closer to me. "I think there's a monster under my bed." "I think she just wants to sleep with you tonight," Orion said from behind me, amusement evident in his voice. I glanced over my shoulder at him. "What makes you think that?" "My nephew and niece do the exact same thing whenever I visit. The moment bedtime comes around, suddenly there are monsters under the bed, strange noises in the closet, or nightmares that only Uncle Orion can protect them from."

The hunt has just begun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Source: LyricFind Songwrite

I say, feeling adventurous. “I dare you to sing your favorite song, but do it like a monster!” Emily laughs mischievously. I nod, taking a deep breath and exaggerating my voice. “Roar! I’m a monster in the night. Let me sing under the moonlight!” I belt out some goofy lyrics, making silly monster faces. The room fills with laughter. “That’s the best monster song ever!” Chloe says, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. We continue playing games, singing, dancing, and making the most of our late-night adventure together. The clock ticks, but none of us cares about the time. We are having too much fun.