Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

I felt a devious smirk spread across my face and let my nails elongate. I lightly drug my claws down his spine, reveling in the feeling of his skin as it bubbled under my touch. His grip on me tightened yet again. He began to roll me on my back, but before he placed his body over mine, I slipped quickly from under him. I laughed as he stared bewildered at the sheets beneath him. By the time he figured out I wasn't in the bed anymore, I was already pulling on sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. I didn't bother with undergarments because I'd be taking them off soon enough.

They always say don’t joke about the thing under the bed. Like if you talk about it too much, it’ll crawl out. But I’ve never been the kind of girl who listens. Especially not with my legs spread and my fingers soaked, whispering, "If you're real, come out and fuck me already." It started as a joke. The kind of thing I’d say after too much wine and not enough dick. Some dumb fantasy about a monster under the bed—big, rough, inhuman. Something that didn’t care about manners or consent or dinner dates.

But nothing jumped out. Anthony was tapping the back of the shelves, testing for hollows. Kristen stood and walked to the painting hanging behind the desk. She lifted it—nothing but the wall behind it. “Maybe under the carpet,” she said. They both knelt and pulled it back. Just floor. “Damn it,” she muttered. Anthony glanced up at her. “You okay?” “No. I’m tired of being lied to. If my father left something behind… why would they hide it? Why would Carolina go this far to keep it secret?”

“You hear that?” Mama’s eyes went to the door. “Mm.” “What is it?” I asked. She grinned, all mischief again. “Da dead. Dey like company. I tole you, da dead do walk tonight. Dey answerin’ Marie call.” A shape bumped the stilts under us. The shack shuddered. A hand, grey, bloated, ringed, floated up against the step and then slipped away, dragged by something we couldn’t see. I looked to the door. The gator watched me with old eyes. Past it, something enormous moved under the surface, then sank. The swamp swallowed its secret.

“I can’t. I’m scared. The monster from my dream is under my bed.” “It isn’t. Go back to bed.” “It is.” He insisted. “It is under my bed right now.” Dan struggled to control his temper. “Monsters aren’t real.” He said. “This one is. It is a tall shadow, it has a whip and a horrible scream.”

"It's just some harmless bondage. I was going to tie you up anyway. Ol' Blackie's kink trap saved me the trouble." The no-fur crawled across the bed until he was close enough to run his fingers up and down Guru's thighs. "Okay, I admit I was very distracted by you and I wasn't thinking about finding the bridge at all but..." Guru stopped what he was saying to marvel at what he was now noticing. The thing under the bed. At least he guessed it was a thing. It appeared to have a lot of eyes and many appendages. "I think this is where ol' Blackie does very bad things to his demons! There's a something waking up under the bed that sort of looks like a jellyfish but not really. Way more grabby."

Sunlight is diffused into a soft glow by the sheer curtain pulled over the large window in my room. I have been awake for a while already, yet I haven't left the bed. I lay on my back with my head propped against two pillows, and I rub my flat tummy as if casting a spell. The incantation is a murmur on my lips. "If you're in there, just hang on. We're only here for one more night, and then we'll get back home to your Daddy. I just need you to work with me, okay?"

Something with eyes that had no whites. "Hello, Ellie," it whispered. "Grandma said you'd come." I ran. I'm writing this from the car. The thing is still in my house. It's waiting. And tonight, when I close my eyes, I know I'll see it again. Don't be scared of the monsters. Just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet. But never look up. She hates being seen.

“Jonathan! This is not the time to comment on my boxing stance!” “Right,” I chuckled. She’s so naïve that it’s endearing. I checked the bathroom and finally under the bed before climbing to my feet. “I’m happy to report you don’t have any monsters hiding under your bed.” It took several seconds before it finally clicked. “Get out,” Kierra demanded, pointing towards the hallway. “What did I do?” “You play too much, Jonathan. I thought there was an intruder, but you were looking for make-believe monsters under the bed.”

For a second , I’m hit with the familiar knife-twist ; the helplessness of knowing I can fight everything except the monsters in his head . “Monster under the bed.” “No monsters tonight. I checked. Triple-checked.” I say it softly, like a spell , rocking him on the glider, humming the dinosaur song he loves . His breathing evens out slowly , each inhale softer than the last until his small fingers relax against my shoulder . I press my cheek to the top of his curls , letting the warmth of him settle something frayed and shaking inside me .