Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

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!

“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.

She sat on her bed and whispered to herself: “Soon. Max, we’re leaving She lay back, staring at the ceiling. Everything in the mansion felt unstable. Everything was shifting. And she needed to act before it was too late.

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

she said. "What! How did you do that?" I asked shocked. "I had placed my magical bead under your bed so it informed me that you were going to have intimacy and since it was what I had been waiting for, I couldn't wait but to send my magical bowl to collect your blood from the bedsheets. Am I not amazing?" She was so annoying. "No! No! This can't be happening."I screamed but she was already gone. Anu was the one in the room with me instead.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.