Novel & Cerita Spooky Bedtime Stories

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

I pinch my eyes closed, suddenly feeling every bit of being a stupid, stupid pup. “The Midnight Protectors.” Protecting the dark. Well, what’s in the dark? All the things your parents warn you about, tell you are just tales meant to scare pups. The entire pack knows that the undead sleep below their surface, and moreover, they protect them. “The pack protects you during the day, while you sleep,” I ask, turning back to look at him.

"Don't mind him Mum. You should also go to bed." "Me? Nah. It's too early. I slept for nineteen years remember?" "Come on. That's guilt tripping me." Sue whines and Holly laughs. "Fine. I will, but on one condition. You'll let me tell you a bedside story." She smiles, her smile holding a hint of sadness. Sue understands and nods, intertwining her hand with Ford's. "You'll read US bedtime stories. Come on." Soon enough, Ford and Sue are under the covers while Holly is holding an a old children book. "I hope you can read horror because I'm about to scare the pants off this little children." Holly sniggers and starts reading.

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.

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

And this time, she will never be able to say no to me… *** ASTRID It is nine PM. I have finished reading Zoey and Zara, one of their favourite bedtime stories, Cinderella. I’m about to close the book when Zara’s sleepy voice stops me in my tracks. “Mommy, I have a confession to make.” I turn towards her, my veins thrumming with curiosity. “A confession? That sounds interesting. Do tell.” She blinks those big grey eyes at me and my heart pitter-patters in my chest.

“I’ll tell you lots of stories until you fall asleep.” Her little nod nestled into the crook of my neck. And just like that, my world stopped spinning. I tucked her into bed beside me, wrapping the covers around her small frame. She curled into the pillow with expectant eyes, and I began to speak—spinning a tale about brave princesses who conquered beasts with the power of kindness, about noble knights who protected those who couldn’t protect themselves. As I spoke, her eyelids began to droop. Her breathing slowed. The weight of the day finally began to lift from my shoulders, replaced by the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beside me.

"I want to stay with you now. I miss you so much." "I know, sweetheart. How about Mommy tells you a really fun story? You get some sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'll stay a few extra hours with you. How does that sound?" "You promise?" "Pinky swear!" I cross my fingers and kiss them. "Okay." I help him get comfortable in bed and sit in a chair to start telling him the story. "I want the story of The Girl with the Red Hood." "Oh wow, that's not exactly a bedtime story, Alex!" I grumble. "How about something more…"

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

She finally blinked, turning away from me to grab the broom from the corner of the kitchen without making eye contact. “It's a myth,” she muttered, her back still turned. “A myth,” I repeated, not buying it for a second. “An old one.” She swept the broken glass into a neat pile, her movements tight and forced. “The elders used to tell it to the pups to keep them from wandering out into the woods at night. A scary name, a scary story. That's all it is.” “So I just happened to have a horrific nightmare about a bedtime story I've never even heard before?”