Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

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.

he complains as he throw himself at the couch. “Anyway, I had a long day crybaby” I say to him. “I took a visit to the Gaylord’s territory and you would never believe what I saw” I start narrating to him the entire story. “Try me” he says arrogantly. “I think Gaylord is creating an army of monsters, he feeds them with humans and stores them at his basement” I say to him. “Huh, are monsters even real” he says jokingly and I to stop him.

Lucas moves around the room, he come across a room where the light is bright and decorated. The words on the banner sends dreadful feeling into him. He chooses not to let his fears get the best out of him. Emily trembles beside him when she read the words aloud. ' happy birthday to me' In the table in front of them is a cake with bloody fingerprints on it. Scraping sounds is heard and it is getting closer to where they are. It is like a monster is dragging its claws on the wall which is true as the monster appears in front of them. Puppets with strings attach to them, the hand controlling them appears first the lower body is next, then the upper body.

I chuckle as I lift my drink to my lips. “Blake,” he grumbles. “Putting him to bed has been a nightmare lately. Someone, we’re not sure who, probably a kid in his preschool class, has him convinced monsters live under his bed and are going to eat him the second we leave the room. He gets Liam all wound up, too.” Despite his frustrated tone, he smiles against the rim of his glass. “I wake up every morning and roll over to kiss my wife and find Blake between us, stretched out like a starfish in nothing but his undies, sleeping like a baby.”

Chapter 22 For ages, we've been told that the monsters are underneath our beds, hiding in the darkness only to come out during our rest time. However, as Collins grew, he realized there was no such thing as a monster beneath the bed. The real monster was locked up in his heart, haunting and terrorizing him during the nighttime. The gruesome memories and the torturous past were his monsters, the vulnerable part of him he so much wanted to hide from others. In a white room, Collins crossed his legs and leaned backward, closing his eyes as he listened to Wills’ rants,

“That old school is working well as an apartment building. Mia has some great ideas. The whores like her.” “Is Mia going to keep working over there after the bebé is born?” “We have over a month, but nonetheless, it’s a point of contention. Liliana Ruiz is helping her. I’m not sure Liliana can take the lead. She’s not much of a take-charge woman.” Opening the door to the basement, we were met with a hideous rotting odor. “Fuck,” I said, lifting my hand to my nose. “Are they storing dead bodies down here?”

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

"You went in my room?" "Just to drop off your bags. I didn't touch anything." His warm eyes looked innocent but I didn't believe him. "Thanks." I opened the door. "Winter?" His voice stopped me. "If you need anything tonight, I'm right next door. Just knock." "I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be." He turned to leave then paused. "Sleep well, little stepsister." I closed the door and locked it immediately. I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

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."