Scary Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

She did lie quite well because the boy never doubted for a second that there was no gramps on board. - Well, and what are they doing? - Bia was just waiting for this question. So, when he did it, she tightened her red bow on her head and said with a smile that she went from ear to ear: - Dad is at the cemetery and Mom went to buy more sweets, Grandpa is taking care of the boy that Grandma is going to cook. I have to behave myself, or the witch will come and get me too, do you want a candy? - You might see this as a very creepy story, but you must consider that there was news in the port. About a witch that attracts children with sweets to cook for them and then bury her bones in the cemete

The sounds of the night—crickets chirping, owls hooting, and leaves rustling—seemed to harmonize with his words, creating an eerie ambiance that sent tingles down my spine. One by one, the pack members took turns sharing their ghost stories. Each tale was filled with chilling twists and turns, evoking gasps and laughter from the listeners. As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance.

When I come out, in my sleeping clothes, I see the hotel sheets on the balcony, being stepped on by pillows and others hanging by shoelaces. Confused, I approach this one and when I open the door, the three of them scream in fright to the point of putting down the small flashlight that Aitana had in her hands. "You scared us to death" complains Aitana and the children look agitated. "What are you guys supposed to be doing?" I ask confused. "Being in China, we were doing this with nice stories, but, today the kids decided it was time to turn the page and get us into scary stories" says Aitana and I fold my arms.

NIGHTMARE I was walking and was scared I heard my name being call I look around but saw no one,I keep walking and heard my name when I turn back no one as I look at my front he was there and he say am coming I woke up and was scared,I started crying I didn't know my cry was loud and the doctor came in Hey Alex,Alex what wrong His coming he say his coming Who is coming Alex The vampire Alex listen to me you have a bad dream no one coming ok,you are safe

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

" You are such a liar, that's why, I don't trust anything you say. He sleeps like a baby and never gets up at night unless he has had any nightmares, which is very rare." " But it might have happened last night, we heard so many haunting stories the day before yesterday. " He said. "Ryan! Stop it! Stop making stories! If he had a nightmare, he would have cried and would have woken us. So stop your silly stories and tricks. They would not work on me. I don't trust you." I said firmly, and in two long strides, he was standing very close to me.

“Sleep tight, and no peeking under the covers for any monsters, okay?” They all giggled. I gave each of them another peck on the cheek before straightening up, ready to leave them to drift off into their dreams. But just as I turned to walk away, a small voice stopped me. “Mom, can you tell us a bedtime story?” Mika asked, pouting her little lips. Tyler nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, a good one! A really good one, like the dragon story!” And Skyler well, he just stared at me.

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.

She finally blinked, turning away from me to grab the broom from the corner of the kitchen without making eye contact. “It's a myth,” she muttered, her back still turned. “A myth,” I repeated, not buying it for a second. “An old one.” She swept the broken glass into a neat pile, her movements tight and forced. “The elders used to tell it to the pups to keep them from wandering out into the woods at night. A scary name, a scary story. That's all it is.” “So I just happened to have a horrific nightmare about a bedtime story I've never even heard before?”

The evil ones. The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet.