Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

Not the ballroom or the blood or the woman in the red dress whose face I still can’t fully see. The detail that followed me into this car is the boy. Sabias. Seven years old, holding his sister Mira under a bed in a guest room with a nightlight still glowing because someone on my staff knew the child was afraid of the dark and cared enough to plug one in. He was telling her to be quiet. That if they were quiet enough, the monster would leave. The monster didn’t leave. I flex my fingers against my knee. Open, close. Checking that the nails are blunt and human and that the things under them are not pressing through.

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.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

"Where is that girl now? Who knows if she is still alive or dead? He questioned. "Please, I don't know. I am not a member of Shadow Moonpacks. How would I know her way about it?" The blonde guy responded while he rummaged through an old sac bag. There were a lot of creatures, like cockroaches, ants, and bugs, in every corner of the room. They could hardly breathe because the room was so dusty. . "We have to go out there and tell them we couldn't find anything," the blonde guy lifted the kerchief from his mouth and said to the other guy.

She rode the bike but would not go up the hill anymore. Logan always slept in her Cinderella air bed on the floor beside her parents’ bed. The Cinderella bed was pink, purple, blue, and designed to look like a castle. One night Logan slides out of her bed while sleeping and rolled under her parents’ bed. Sandy woke in during the night hearing Logan cry. She searched the whole bedroom and could not find Logan. She awakened Bob to help search for Logan. Bob laid in the floor and looked under the bed. Logan was under the bed. Every time she would try to get up to crawl, she would bump her head and cry. She was scared. Bob slid under the bed and help Logan get out from under the bed. That night

Talking made things worse. He looked at the shelf of toys. There were dolls. Cars. Animals. Monsters. He picked up a monster. It was green with big teeth. He put the monster in the hole. Then he covered it with sand. "Hiding the monster," Dr. Yuki said. "Good idea." River looked at her. She understood. You had to hide the monsters. If you didn't, they came out at night. He picked up a small doll. A boy doll. He put the boy doll on top of the sand mound. Right over the monster.

A psychotic smile spread across his lips. "You monster! You've lost your senses!" I yelled, my vision blurred by my own tears, but he cackled instead, filling the quiet room with the echo of his voice. "You're right about one thing, I am a monster, the kind who lives under your bed and creeps up at night to watch you sleep, devouring you slowly. And trust me sweetheart," he leaned over, his heavy musk almost choking me. "I won't stop until I've stripped you of every innocence."

There was no keyhole—just a flat, smooth piece of black stone. "A blood-lock," Lisa muttered, frowning. "Dang it. This makes things harder. Zara, I need you to—" Before she could finish, the room became freezing cold. The fire in the fireplace suddenly grew small and dim. My heart beat wildly against my ribs. The burning in my chest got so hot it made my eyes blurry. Then I heard a sound. It wasn't in the hallway. It was right above us on the ceiling. I looked up and gasped. Three monsters made of thick black smoke were crawling down the walls. They had scary skeleton frames and long, gray wooden fingers that scraped against the wall.

I told you, future astronaut here. “Even monsters?” I stoop in front of her, my feet flat on the floor, buttoning the undid button of her pink flowered dress and pulling her in for repeated kisses on her cheek. Her cheeks go rosy red but she answers bravery, in a whispered tone and with a crooked smile, nodding slowly. “Even monsters, mummy.” She of course thinks the tree outside was the monster I referred to, whose shadow used to be cast inside her bedroom at night. Until Jax cut it down some months back because she cried, every night insisting the monster was trying to climb up her bed every night to take her away from us.