Scary Bedtime Stories Adults Novels & Stories

I keep the pocketknife hidden and wait for my chance to stab the wolf with it. Even though it’s harder to see and move about the forest, I’m glad we travel at night and catch sleep by day. Because my dreams are so bad when the sun is up, I’m scared of how terrible they’ll be at night. Some of my nightmares seem to follow me even when my eyes are open. I watch as my parents and Max die over and over again. As the monster gets inside the shed and finds us. But most of all it’s glowing eyes and screams that haunts my dreams worst of all. CeCe asks about our parents and Max less and less, and I’m scared she’s starting to forget them already.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear "What are you scared of?" She asked softly "What I'll see on the night before my birthday" she answered with a small voice. "Don't worry, it won't be bad this time, I'll pray for you" and then her mother prayed until she fell asleep.

“Babe! Don’t forget tonight’s sleepover please! Mom’s on night shift again. Come over after dinner, okay? And please, please cover for me one more time? My boyfriend wants me to go out with him tonight.There's a frat party at his department and he wants to show me off. When you get here, just pretend I’m upstairs until Mom leaves. I’ll be back before 7 a.m., promise!” I laughed softly. “Fine, go have fun. I’ve got you.” At dinner with my family, I kept my voice casual. “Sleeping over at Riley’s again tonight. Her mom’s working the late shift.” My parents barely glanced up from their plates. When I arrived at Riley’s house, she opened the door with those big pleading eyes. “Thank you so much!

She looks disgusted that Walker had to eat some of Mia’s concoction which makes me laugh harder. She smiles, “Oh, that sounds... fun.” She chuckles, “And what story did the guys tell you?” She asks, my eyes go wide. “Mom, it was such a messed-up story. Kind of made me nervous being in a room full of werewolves. I’m seventeen and it freaked me out. Apparently, it’s a bedtime story for the young werewolves around here. Have you heard the story of the moon man?” I ask. I see her face turn sour but is replaced by a small smile. “Yes, I’ve heard it. Finish your food and go start on your homework.” She says and then walks up to her room. Okay? That was weird. Maybe she doesn’t like the moon man st

When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

Late in the afternoon, while their mother was upstairs sorting through clothes, the girls cornered him in the hallway. “We will drug Mom again,” Sara whispered. She pressed close to him so her breasts brushed against his arm. “She’ll pass out after dinner tonight.” Clara smiled seductively. "We will do something crazier than yesterday." Vincent’s lips stretched into a smile. "I'm ready." That evening, Lena drank her spiked wine without suspicion. As expected, within minutes her eyelids grew heavy. She yawned, slumped onto the living room couch, and fell into a deep sleep.

“Yeah, I know. Monsters in the shadows, creepy noises that’ll scramble your brains. Honestly? I’m good. Let’s just sleep and move on tomorrow.” I snorted because I couldn’t help it. That’s not even where I was going with all this. But, I’ve heard the spooky bedtime tales too. Did I ever lose sleep over it? Not so much. “Maybe it’s just a bunch of old stories. Maybe not. Either way, I’m not in the mood to find out if it’s real tonight. Let’s just stay put.” Laurel nodded so hard I thought her head might fall off. She looked spooked.