Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

Everyone went inside their rooms with some small suitcases that were brought here by one of Levias's people. Once I was inside my room I made my way to the bed and as soon as I came in contact with the soft matrices I was out of the cold cause of all the events that happened as they completely drained me. ---M-I-D-N-I-G-H-T--- I was woken up from my slumber cause of screaming and shouting coming from the opposite room. At first, I was confused but suddenly I today's events came to my mind. ------------------------------------ NEET OH, SHIT!!! .......

Long days had passed since Grandma left for her secret mission. She was still in the shack in the woods far from where she lived. Clifford was being very useful in helping her gather people for their mission. And as the time went by, she could already count with much more than what she had at the beginning. Clifford knocked on her bedroom and put his head on the space between the door opened. "Cora, there are three werewolves from the south part of the country on the living room, waiting to speak to you. I already told them to wait." the black tall man said to her.

I know my job and I will do it. “I guess you don’t even care that I’m innocent?” She ambles toward me. Sex is intensely painted on each toenail, bare on the wooden floor. She is the doll occupying space in her tiny wooden dollhouse. We are her stuffed animals awaiting her fake tea and Play-Doh cookies. Delicate Heather hosts one last time.

I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home . My mom had died when I was 15, Belle was only 11 at that time. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse ,our dad married again . At first I thought that maybe Belle and I could find comfort in her , that she would at least try to be good to us , but my worse fears came true .

“Before more show up.” After what feels like forever, we enter a big chamber beneath the ruins. At its middle is a pedestal. Resting atop it is a sparkling silver stone…the Moon Stone. It hums with energy. As I walk forward, the ground rumbles again. This time, it’s not guardians. It’s something worse. From the shadows, a hideous monster rises. It’s at least ten feet tall, clothed in dark armor with flashing red fractures running through its breast. Horns twist from its skull-like head, and eyes burn like fire.

Were they still stuck in meetings? My feet were throbbing in my silver heels, and to top it off, I was bored out of my mind. I'd heard the Were’s Ball was famous for its festivities, mating ceremonies, shifting rituals, heavy drinking, even arrow-shooting contests. But so far? Nothing. Not that I particularly cared about any of those things. I was just here for Leonidas. My gaze was on my aching, reddened feet when another pair of boots stepped into view, brown leather, well-worn. I smiled, assuming it was him.

Let's see if she delivers—don't disappoint me. That night, we had to pick rooms. The mages explained, "Each floor's got one bedroom. At night, a monster shows up looking like someone close to you—and lives with you. Eats with you. Sleeps with you." Living with monsters? What part of that isn't nightmare fuel? They didn't even wait. Claimed the first and second floors. Everyone else scrambled for the lowest levels. I got shoved all the way to the top. "Didn't you say your fear rating would always be zero? Since you're so tough, enjoy the 30th floor. Let's see if you're just talk."

“Daddy say no monsters under my bed.” “That’s right baby, they must have come back because we went on a trip and you haven’t been in your room for a while, but you know what? They must be gone now. I’m sure they think you went to get your daddy, and they know if he catches them there, he’ll kick their butts!” I said, using a cartoon voice for effect. Valerie giggled, “daddy kick their butts!” “Yes, and they’ll never come back again, you’ll see. You can sleep here with me tonight okay? And in the morning, we’ll go see if those naughty monsters are still there.”

But until that time arrived he had this world to deal with, every slow and painful second of it. Robby rolled onto his side and felt around for the buzzer. Found it. Pressed the trigger. He heard the faint chime of the display board outside his door. Hopefully someone would come. They often didn’t. Especially at night. He wasn’t alone. The uglies were under the bed with him. Their white faces stared at him, all rising in unison to smile. Rat teeth. Their eyes were so black, as though they had drawn all the ink out of the shadows.

The group glanced at the abyss down below, it seemed like incredibly long stairs that led to an unknown and dark underground. Chaos had decided that he was going to go down through this path for now, even though there were two more biomes at the side of the volcanic biome. The group quickly rushed downstairs, as they were immediately greeted after a few meters with an army of monsters! The group were monsters that stuck to the ceilings and walls, protected by an organic layer of brick-like shells, they were Wall and Ceiling Mimics, of the same family as Treasure Chest Mimics!