Spooky Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

Heading upstairs, she made a detour to Lemon's room. It was already late, and the kids would usually be asleep by now. Mable gently pushed the door open and saw Nicki and Spike sitting on either side of the bed, telling Little Lemon a bedtime story and coaxing her to sleep. "The big bad wolf caught Little Red Riding Hood and wanted to eat her, but Little Red Riding Hood was clever. She told the big bad wolf that her house had many little lambs, and she was willing to take him there. The big bad wolf, greedy and arrogant, believed Little Red Riding Hood and followed her."

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room. Yuan said that I should not be afraid of Nightmare because it visits the ones who are scared of it. He said that if I became brave to sleep alone, Nightmare won’t visit me. When I was eight, he gave me his favorite stuffed toy. He said it protects him from Nightmare and if I sleep with the teddy bear, Nightmare will not come to me. I don’t know what happened because his teddy bear suddenly lost its magic to protect me from Nightmare.

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

A subdued silence enveloped the fireplace after Shango’s story, interrupted only by the occasional chirping of the night crickets. “That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’

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.

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

It was a Sunday morning, we had all taken care of our house chores, we ate before we did the chores, they girls had woken up very early in the morning to prepare the dish, we were left with nothing, Mr and Mrs Wilson did not leave the house, because it was their day off, so we decided to go have some fun, leaving the both of them at home Jessy took us round New York, the city was really amazing, we had gone shopping, we visited the Central Museum, mall, etc you name it, Jessy and I enjoyed ourselves we watched movies together, there was this vampire movie about stream in the theater, so we decided to go check it out "Hey Luther, come check this out" Jessy said posting to a poster while I wal

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.