Monsters Under Bed Song Novels & Stories

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.

"And the purpose of the song?" "It draws the Hollow out," he says. "The frequency opens a path to the underworld realm. That's where it belongs. Once it's released there, the curse lifts." My fingers curl into my lap. "Released how?" His shoulders rise and fall with a slow breath. "The vessel escorts it." I gulp. "Into the underworld," he continues softly. "The vessel guides it through the passage opened by the song." My pulse pounds in my ears. "And then the vessel comes back."

Little demons under the bed. That was exactly what little Andrew hated. And there were a lot of them. “Goodnight, little one,” his father said, smiling at him. They were in his room. He wanted his dad to keep staying there, but he knew the man would leave his room soon. That was when they usually came. The monsters that shuffled around under his bed. 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.

Abby "Mommy, I'm scared." I watch as my mother and father shift on their bed, rolling over to opposite sides to turn on their own lamps. They slept in the middle, holding each other as if there were nothing else in the world. "Abigail?" My mother's sweet voice called out to me. "What's going on?" My father's rough voice booms shortly after. I adjust my stance, hugging their doorway closer to my body. "There's a monster under my bed." I can hear my mother whispering softly to my father, followed by a soft deep chuckle.

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.

"Let's go! I have a long essay to write for tomorrow. You'll have to help me. I didn't pay attention to the class." "What's new about that?" They arrived at Maddie's home and went to her bedroom, spreading all the books on the floor and sitting around them to start with their homework. A few hours passed and they were tired and exhausted from reading and writing too much. "I have to go now. It's really late and we need to get up early tomorrow." "Okay. Be careful on the way home. Are you sure you don't want to sleep here?" Maddie asked, worried. "No need. But thank you for the offer."

“I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head,” Evelyn sang as she walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. Earbuds were stuffed tightly in her ears as she bobbed her head while walking toward the dresser. “You're tryin' to save me, stop holding your breath, And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy,” Evelyn sang as she bent over and opened the third drawer down before grabbing a pair of pants.

It was faint, and light but it was there in my room. "Imagine... no heaven. Easy, try.” I froze, the words reaching my ears unmistakably. It was Claire's voice, singing. I knew this song; I had heard it before, echoing in the recesses of my memory. “No hell... below. Above, just... sky." My eyes roamed around the room until I realized that it was coming from under the bed. A frown etched its way onto my forehead as I dropped to my knees. My heart pounded in my chest and with a slow, deliberate movement, I dipped my head to peer beneath the bed.

" 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 "

“A song?” “Yeah…what was it again? It’s that famous song…” Mike drummed his fingers at his knee trying to jog his memory. As he did, the wind outside began to pick up and the clouds rode swift and high in the sky, covering the sun. And as the first strike of lightning flashed across the sky, Mike snapped his fingers. “It was ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’! You know, that old Bobby McFerrin song!” God help me. It was the exact same song the faceless man in her nightmares hummed to.