Scary Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

But instead of seeing her, I saw my bewildered Mother there. "What's wrong with you?" "Mom… I'm scared…" She hugged me. "What scared you, my daughter?" "From other people's stories about our house." I felt her hug on me tighten even more. "Ghosts can't harm us. Those people that are living are more frightening." After my Mom's comfort, I fell asleep as I went to my bed. My mind was so tired with the amount of things that is messing with my mind that day "'Don't!"

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

However, it looked as though the Baku was operating separately from his physical body, as it twitched now and then. Braxton remembered a story his mother used to tell him about the Baku. They were mythical creatures who entered your sleep and ate your bad dreams. She always told him that if he woke up during the night from a nightmare, he was to chant "Baku-san come eat my dream" three times, and a Baku would appear to gobble up his nightmares. It scared the shit out of him as a kid, and no matter how bad his dreams got, they were never bad enough to invoke a Baku. As an adult, he'd put his mother's stories in the same category as human fairy tales. To see one up close was terrifying.

Xayne whispered. . . The Hoodie Dude could be seen running in the woods at an extreme speed. He suddenly came to halt and leaned behind a tree breathing uncontrollably. He shut his eyes tightly and there was a flashback. " Hey Kiddo, you're awake ". A Woman said approaching a boy covered in duvet on the bed. It was dark and windy that night when it was about to rain. "I see scary people". His little voice said. "It's called nightmare, now go to bed they can't hurt you, okay?". She said and he nodded.

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

Safe and hidden from the monster who kills and forces me to be a cannibal. I finish cleaning and tuck myself into my closet about an hour before the bedroom door opens. I keep my breathing shallow as I listen to the footsteps, but something tells me it isn't the monster this time. The something is the clicking of heels hitting the floor instead of flat shoes. Curiosity begins to stir within me, but I keep myself still. I don't want to make anyone mad. All the animals in this house are dangerous. "What are you doing here," the monster growls, and I cringe within my dark closet.

I wasn’t impressed, I was completely mortified but soon felt my self being the last metaphorical domino to fall. “Is the tooth fairy real? Aaaaahahaha!” Jake wiped away the tears that dampened his cheeks. Even though I was chuckling along, I felt myself flush pink. “Well, we cannot say for sure… Fairies are a very mystical breed… I do have a book on them though, I will lend it to you.” Samuel responded proudly. There was a momentary pause in the hullabaloo until it started once again. “There are many things that are real in our worlds… Human’s however are scared of the unknown, and as such, created a history of bedtime stories, tales and horrors…” Samuel mumbled with a mouth full of his brea

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

“Like any of you are believable.” She smashed the pillow against Lor who was sitting on Grace’s bed. Lor shrieked: "Pillow fight!" and the craziness started. **** They binge-watched Korean dramas through the TV set that Grace had pre-arranged to be set up in her room for the night. They had a vote by hands on whether it would be K-drama or "It" starring Pennywise. After lights out though, they still started telling ghost stories among themselves, especially about the school ghost of the teenage boy who threw himself down the piss-shallow creek and bled to death. The stories made most of the girls too scared to go alone in the bathroom that was just a few meters away from the bed, so some of

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.