Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

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.

“Asher—” “We are werewolves,” he says calmly. “All of us.” The room tilts. “No,” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s not—werewolves aren’t real.” “They are,” he says gently. “And so is the danger you’re in.” My thoughts scatter, scrambling for logic. “So what—you turn into wolves under a full moon? You expect me to believe that?” Asher doesn’t interrupt. He lets me spiral just enough before speaking again.

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.

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.

Ben's shoulders immediately slumped as his father walked out the door with an air of finality. Ben prided himself on not being scared of much. He had been twelve by the time he had fully grown out of the monster under the bed, been too old for myths and legends for plenty of years now. He wasn't afraid of the dark, or spiders, he didn't mind snakes, or zombies; honestly, he wasn't scared of much. He knew most of these things were harmless or just flat out weren't real. So when something managed to spook him, it frightened him to the core.

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.

James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this. "It's none of your business just take me to him! and if you tried anything fun... you will be the first person to die! now led the way." Michael shouted at Dr. James. Monster chamber was the biggest house in the community, it has two entrance; the front and the back door. The building was silent and no reflection of any light can penetrate into the building because Monster is afraid of light, and also their is a big bathtub which Monster always soak himself into

Hold on girls!" Olivia took a step backwards and strained her ears to listen again to whatever sound she might have heard initially. "Can't y'all hear the sound of water drizzling?" Olivia demonstrated the sound with her mouth and fingers. "Oh my God! Bathroom?" I traced the direction the sound was coming from and landed at the entrance of the bathroom. The other ladies followed closely and peeped through the keyhole, near the doorknob. There, Monica sat under the shower, in her pajamas. She folded her two legs, and cupped her face on her thighs, supporting her head with her arms. Water dripped down her hair, which looked fuller than we last saw it.

now, thankfully Oasis is really great at hiding her existence. I think I will like her. I would have liked her better if she had answered all of my queries. My sister is the best sister you could find in the whole world. Even though she doesn’t share her problems which I wanted her to, she would listen to ours, and wiggle out a suitable solution. Why wouldn’t she share her problems? I sighed again. Well the best thing that had outcome through this mess is that we are living in the same house right now. That i need to thank him. I looked outside the corridor window, a group of children were playing , running around. Some were dragging logs of wood and back. My eyes widened when I saw them ca

“Where?” I didn’t get a chance to answer him before Daunator let us all know. The ground beneath their feet began to shake violently. The holes were opening up, and I knew that the ones where we were standing were occupied by fully-formed monsters, ones that had been incubating here for hundreds of years. They were climbing out of the holes the same way they scaled the sides of buildings. I didn’t have to see them to know that. I could hear them coming. “Run!” Aaron shouted at my sister, pushing her back in the direction from which we’d come.