Monsters Under The Bed Novels & Stories

The hunt has just begun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Source: LyricFind Songwrite

I am glued at the ground while the monster in front of me is ready to devour me. "Please...don't..." my heavy breathing became ragged as the monster slowly walk towards me. This monster has a thick fur. It's huge and its sharp teeth is gritting in front of me. It is a wild wolf that wants to eat me. My heart hitched up when it agressively went towards me and the only thing I could do is to shout for help. "Lexis Midnight!" I immediately opened my eyes as I heard someone called my name. I sat down and roam my eyes around. My brows furrowed as I felt the sweat on my forehead. I stared at my dad and mom who was watching my reaction.

Jason urged. "Corpses, horror movies, bushy fields, lastly and most weird, Fur Fabrics! Come on dude, I still can't understand why you can't wear fur fabrics." Katherine wondered. Jason immediately turned pale hearing that but he giggled just to make sure Katherine isn't suspicious. Soon enough, they arrived at the Pack's morgue but because this wasn't their case, they weren't allowed into the room where Monica's corpse was kept. "Sorry, ma but the detective in charge already came and he specifically told me not to let you in." Dr. Campbell explained.

The room wasn't the prettiest one, it was like it needed a feminine touch but not as feminine as that painting over the headboard of the bed. Who was that woman? She needed to find out, it was not her intention to do anything else. She just wanted to meet the person she was going to sleep with every night under the same roof but never in the same bed. Then, as if in a hurry, as if she knew what she was looking for, from one moment to the next, she began to open the drawers of all the furniture around. Until the fifth drawer being the one she opened, Cameron's eyes seemed to light up once again. A small smile broke out on her face at once.

Stella Grace didn't want to drag him down. She could not see them around, so she searched the house alone. There was nothing else that was odd in the house. She went back to the bedroom. She looked around. She bent down and looked under the bed. It was dark under the bed, so she couldn't see anything clearly. She then looked under the bed with a flashlight. She found that there was a floorboard under the bed. Thump, thump, thump. She knocked on it.

Luca reclined on the couch in the Falcone’s residence, one leg propped up on a cushioned stool. The faint edge of a bandage peeked out beneath the collar of his shirt, evidence of the wound still healing beneath. Lucia toddled across the rug with determined little steps, a stuffed giraffe clutched in her chubby hands. Her giggle echoed through the room, bright and triumphant. “Hey there, bambina,” Luca said, his lips tugging into a grin. “You bringing that to me, or is it a bribe?”

I felt a shudder run through me that was equal parts tenderness and discomfort. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Harrison didn’t follow. I didn’t look back to see his expression. Ivy’s grip tightened the closer we got to her room. It was down the hall from Kade’s, in the same room that had once been my daughter’s nursery. “I don’t wanna go back in there,” she mumbled against my shoulder as we reached the threshold. “Why not?” I asked. “There’s a monster under my bed.”

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

The moment he's out of sight Stacey's comment about her underwear under his bed slams into my head, I try to shake it off but I'm a curious wolf and unfortunately for me, this leads to me getting down on all fours and sticking my head under his bed. I can't see anything which is an instant relief but the light from the lamp doesn't light all the space up and me being me, I can't just be happy that there's nothing there instead I use my torch app on my phone and flash it around and then I see them..pink barely-there thongs on the floor, under his bed, where she said they would be and I'm honestly devastated.

BRAHAM'S POV "Braham, there are monsters in my room." His small voice pulled me from sleep. I blinked in the darkness and found him standing in the bedroom doorway, his dragon book clutched to his chest, his eyes wide with fear. "What kind of monsters, buddy?" I asked softly, careful not to wake Millie. She'd finally fallen asleep an hour ago after tossing and turning, her mind clearly stuck on waiting for test results. "Big ones. With teeth and claws. They were chasing with me." His voice trembled.