Scary Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

As the night went on, the guys told scary stories, which were really scary, like the horror films Mya makes me watch. Kian's gaze is on me the whole time, quiet. He knows I hate scary stories. And when it's time to sleep, Max, Davon, and Doty shift into their form to sleep. I find a place to sleep; however, the ground is uncomfortable. Kian is on high alert, watching my moves. He's leaning back against a tree, lazily. He looks so fucking good. So elegant in a simple posture. "Come to me," he says in a low voice, opening his arms to me. My lips thin stubbornly. I'm so cold despite wearing a cardigan and jeans. "Don't be stubborn. I'll keep you warm,"

I nodded moving over to their bookshelf. "Not from there. Mommy already read them to us." Nicholai told me. "How about a story my mother used to tell me? It's a bit scary though." Big smiles made their way on their faces. "We love scary stories!" Ana told me excitedly as I took a seat on her bed, even though Nicholai was still tired he moved off his bed going to Ana's so he could be next to us. I picked him up and placed him beside her. "Thank you."

It coiled my nerves and spine, weighing in the air like something tangible. I remembered Mom telling me stories when I was younger. Some were just simple bedtime stories to help me sleep, but others were scary ghost stories goaded on by Leo. Wanting to be brave like my older brother, I begged for them too. She was a silver-tongued narrator. Whether it was Goldilocks and the Three Bears or an old Italian ghost story, Mom painted pictures so vividly it was as if she’d experienced them firsthand. And I knew what she was about to tell me was a firsthand experience, and she was going to weave an image that would likely keep me up at night wondering if Mattia was going to appear standing over my b

No, I have a choice and I should turn back right now and go back to sleep. I sat down beside him. The warmth from his body made it seem as though we were in the afternoon. I suddenly became calm. He's the father of my kids, there's no reason to hide from him. "Having a bad night?" He asked "Yeah me too. Ella kept telling me to tell her story. So I told her a very scary one and she didn't even flinch, makes me wonder if this was the type of stories you tell them." I chuckled. "My kids are not afraid of scary stories or movies, they are only scared when they see it real. In a nutshell, they have trust issues."

The boy is having a nightmare. I want to help. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over so his nose is not in the pillow. But I couldn't do anything. I have been watching him for forty-one nights. His mother tucks him in at eight-thirty. She reads one story—always the one about the rabbit who gets lost and finds his way home. She kisses his forehead. She turns on the star-shaped nightlight. She closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack so the hallway light spills in like a promise.

They seem to forget that we were just sleeping beside one another and I would easily feel either of them rising from the mat that we were lying down on if they tried to even move. +++++++++++ That being said, we hope you enjoyed our simple tale of terror. If it wasn't that scary for you then it would really be nice if you take a chance and have a sleepover at Grandma's house. Maybe something more exciting will happen to you then. On that note, I would like to say goodnight for now dear reader. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller hoping that you would come back very soon.... Until then, fare thee well.

Father had always talked about very pale creatures who roam the night looking for blood from humans, he called them bloodsuckers and he made sure to tell me stories about them every night before he tucked me into. So I didn't only get to learn about "The Cinderella story"! “Are you vampire?”I ask shocked and wishing that am wrong but the speechless and guilty look on his face proves that am right.. “Shit!, this can’t be happening,”I whisper quickly backing away from him.. As sexy as he may seem, have been warned about his kind, although I never took the warning seriously like who would? But it seems those bedtims stories are actually real! Here I was thinking my dad only told me those Storie

Carina solemnly said. "Are you worried about Lona's warning?" "Uhuh. I also keep getting nightmares these days." She closes her eyes. The vivid images of her nightmares flashed by her mind. A dark and tall shadow is creeping out from under her bed. It's slowly approached her with a wide grin on its smoldered face. Its nails are long and sharp. Carina trembled in fright as she remembers its dangerous glints, full of vengeance and malice towards her. That shadow tried to touch her stomach while cackling boisterous laughter. Its laughter resounding in her dim-lit room, and Carina jolted up from her sleep, screaming in horror and fear.

I hop on the bed and lean my head against her neck as I wrap my self around her. “I can’t sleep alone anymore. My nightmares keep haunting me” I said miserably. “I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do or give you to make them go away forever” she said as she kissed the top of my head “Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” she asked softly. I looked up at her radiantly and nodded my head in excitement. “Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful young girl…”

His Jacket is straightly the same as that my class teacher wears every Friday, the only thing that differ is that his own is old and that of my teacher is neat and always brand. The last Friday I spent with him was the day he asked us all to explain how our last night was. The first student that came out said he had a nightmare throughout his last night. He mentioned all he did before he slept. He mentioned about an electric wire in their room that has been cut and but non of them at home were aware. He said he mistakenly poured water on the floor and the water reached the wire, he stepping on the water produced a loud shouting that woke everyone that was asleep in their house as for they ar