Scary Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

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

Javen sat on the bed and asked the bed, 'Are you willing to let me go? The bed shook violently three times, making squeaking sounds. Cassie was just about to say something when Javen spoke again, 'Do you want Cassie to sleep with me?' He shook and the bed creaked as a result. Javen spread his hands. 'See, I told you, you have to sleep with me, or the bed will be unhappy.' Cassie said helplessly, 'Javen, you are childish.' 'Also, if you sleep alone, there will be ghosts under your bed at night. When you are asleep, they will sneak out and stare at you...'

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."

I asked frowning, I have never heard about this. Ray laughed, “ It was in the bedtime stories, my mother and granny used to recite them to us to make us scared of going out in the middle of the night. you know how pups are! As soon as they start shifting that’s what they all want to do for a long time. The male pups even go out at night to run through the woods. So to keep me and my brothers safe, my mother and granny told us this myth. How at night a creature who is not man nor beast roams the landing of woods and if pups go there, he will eat them.”

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

she said. Mommy read me my favorite story, “The Cinderella Luna,” and she kissed me goodnight. I felt so lucky to have her as my mommy! I couldn’t stop thinking about the scary man, I needed to know why he watched me all the time. Did he want to drink my blood? Did he want to make me like him? No! No, my parents would never let that happen. He was often in the big office across the hall, but my parents would keep the doors closed so I wouldn’t have to see him. For some reason I felt like I needed to talk to him, I needed to see if he was really as scary as my mind was telling me.

“Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.” “You mean you’ve never read a storybook?” she asked, amused. “If books weren’t necessary for studying, I’d never open one.” “You’re unbelievable. Your response alone is enough to make me fall asleep. I’m leaving,” she said, yawning as she stood. “Wait,” he grabbed her hand, making her look back at him. “Will you sleep in my room if I tell you a bedtime story?” he asked. Kailani’s heart skipped a beat as she furrowed her brows.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

A/N: This chapter contains slightly distressing content but nothing too graphic. XENDAYA. As a child, the haunting tales Mom wove for us in the candlelit hours of the night were something I looked forward to. Stories filled with brave heroes and creatures of nightmares who sought to destroy castles and claim lives. Little did I know then, the true monsters of this world are so much more terrifying than what the darkest depths of our imaginations could conjure up.

Christian nodded yes and I grabbed and tickled him until he couldn’t laugh anymore. “Okay let’s see what this story is about.” I took the book and read to him while he lay next to Adara and held her hand. His eyes closed at the fourth paragraph and I read two more to make sure he was sleeping. We kissed him goodnight on his forehead and left the night light on. Some nights he was afraid of the dark and other nights it didn’t bother him at all. I wasn’t worried. It was normal for kids to be afraid of the dark. Especially if they saw a dead woman in it talking to them.