Scary Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

His heart was hurting badly, and how could he sleep? So, although he was very tired, he did not want to close his eyes, as if she would disappear when he closed his eyes. Sleeping in his arms, feeling his nervousness, Jenny smiled warmly, then mischievously asked, "Want me to tell a bedtime story for you?" Zachary also smiled once he heard this, "Do you actually know how to tell things?" "Everyone can do that! Have you never heard of it?" "Heard it, but it was about thirty years ago ......"

I wasn’t used to searching bedtime stories and didn’t really have an idea of what kids would like, so I chose the first story that came up on the internet, not really focusing on what it was about, but in the end, it did turn out to be an interesting story about friendship, as explained by two cute bunnies. "Did you enjoy the story?" I asked when I saw how drowsy Hayley looked. "I did…" Hayley said with sleepy eyes. I smiled, glad that reading her a bedtime story had been successful. I brushed her hair gently, making sure she was comfortable and warm. As her eyes started to droop, I turned off the light and whispered a goodnight prayer. "You'll sleep peacefully and with no fear. No monsters

“Well, I just wanted to ask if you can read me a bedtime story. Granny’s angry now, and I know she won’t want to read to me tonight.” Cassy blinked, surprised, then chuckled faintly. “Really? I thought you said you were a big man. Why do you still need bedtime stories?” “Because…” He shuffled his feet, suddenly shy. “Because I used to have bad dreams. Monsters, scary ones. But anytime someone reads me the story about the prince—the one who saves people from monsters—I dream about him instead. He comes to save me in my sleep. So… I don’t have nightmares.”

She asked with a grin in his direction. "Better," he laughed. One time he had helped her in arranging the entire library with his magick. She was impressed. "Mama Bora, you look as beautiful as ever. I - I have a favor to ask." When he stopped, she waved her spongy, withered hands at him in a gesture to go on, "We are doing a project about local lore, myths and legends. Do you have any book suggestions on it? Especially something that talks about with nightmares or dreams?" He sounded too vague even to himself, but Mama Bora's eyes became dazed for a second and then clearer as she nodded to herself. "Also one about shapeshifters."

Hey! Look who is hugging me now. " said Trevor. I quickly broke off the embrace . "You know? " he continued. "Early this morning you wouldn't say hi to me now look how far we've gone. " he said and chuckled. "Hey don't feel so special. " I replied. "It doesn't mean that I'll beg you to take me along as you claim. " I added. "Let's get some sleep. It's past 3:am. We need all the sleep we can get. " he said. I nodded. Few minutes later, I heard Trevor saying to me. "You can't sleep can you? " "Uhmm am not feeling sleepy. " I lied. "Of course you are. Your eyes say so. " he retorted. "You are scared. You are scared you might get another nightmare aren't you? " he asked. "Probably. " I replied

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.

Surprisingly, the man had agreed to my daughter’s request without a hint of hesitation and the pair of us had laid down on either side of Abby. He indulged in her next request with a bedtime story, albeit a rather peculiar one. I had expected a fairy tale along the lines of Little Red Riding Hood or Sleeping Beauty, but his tale was about a werewolf. Not the most appropriate story for inducing a sleepy child, but Abby was listening with wide, fascinated eyes, so my mouth remained shut on the matter. Well, those eyes were wide about five minutes ago. Now, her eyelids slowly blinked up and down while she crashed from the exciting and scary events of the day. Soren’s voice resonated in low tone

“Not tonight.” I left the leather volume on the worktable and practically fled to my bedroom. The sheets were cool when I crawled beneath them, still wearing my oversized sweater and lounge shorts. I pulled the covers up to my chin, closed my eyes, and willed myself to sleep. I’ll read more in the morning, I told myself. When the strange feeling is gone. When Stan’s angry words aren’t still ringing in my ears. Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil.

”But I didn’t think much of it. I walked into the house and climbed the stairs. As I moved down the hallway toward our bedroom, I noticed clothes scattered across the floor. Then I heard moaning sounds coming from our bedroom. My steps slowed, the moan became louder with each steps I took, my heart began to pound as I walked closer. When I reached the door, I froze, Mark was inside… dressed in a Jessica Rabbit costume. He was sitting on a guys dick while the other sucked his cock. My breath caught in my throat, I grabbed the door handle to steady myself. My bag slipped from my hand and hit the floor, with a loud thud making all three of them turn toward me.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions: