The Monster Under My Bed Book Novels & Stories

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

Before I can say one more word, he slams the door in my face, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded. I bring out my phone and open the family group chat as I come down the stairs. Me: I think I’ve finally found the one for me! Before my phone can explode with any more messages, I go to my locker, enter the pin and open it. There’s a paper almost falling down, picking it up, I hurriedly unfold it, my breath catching as I read the first line. ‘Maybe we’re all looking for someone who won’t flinch when we show them our monsters.’- Your favourite book, page 237.

By chance did they create this monster? Shhh!! Don't think too much. My dad won't commit these kinds of sinful activities, neither Uncle Hayle does. I flipped the page one by one finding every detail is boring. It's my tenth time that I'm reading this book since I came here and I want a change. Wait.. Today morning Rakesh gave me a book, isn't he? Yeah! Yeah! But where I kept that book? Ahh! How careless I'm. I dug my bag but there is no trace of any book except 'The Heil Hunting Monster' that I'm currently reading.

he admits. "That's okay," I say. "Then I'll borrow it for you." He huffs weakly. "How generous." I smile softly and begin to massage his scalp in slow circles. "Want to hear a story?" He cracks his untainted eye open, looking up at me. "What kind of story?" "A harmless one," I say. "From when I was little." His lips twitch. "Go on." I take a deep breath. "When I was six, I was convinced our house was haunted."

I felt a shudder run through me that was equal parts tenderness and discomfort. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Harrison didn’t follow. I didn’t look back to see his expression. Ivy’s grip tightened the closer we got to her room. It was down the hall from Kade’s, in the same room that had once been my daughter’s nursery. “I don’t wanna go back in there,” she mumbled against my shoulder as we reached the threshold. “Why not?” I asked. “There’s a monster under my bed.”

BRAHAM'S POV "Braham, there are monsters in my room." His small voice pulled me from sleep. I blinked in the darkness and found him standing in the bedroom doorway, his dragon book clutched to his chest, his eyes wide with fear. "What kind of monsters, buddy?" I asked softly, careful not to wake Millie. She'd finally fallen asleep an hour ago after tossing and turning, her mind clearly stuck on waiting for test results. "Big ones. With teeth and claws. They were chasing with me." His voice trembled.

I stammered, and he kissed the top of my head. Moments later, Annie knocked on our bedroom door, wanting to stay with us. “Can I come in and sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked her father when he opened the door for her, his eyes shining. “Aren’t you too big to sleep with mommy and daddy?” Jason asked her. “But there's a monster under my bed,” she said with a scared look. “Sweetheart, monsters don’t exist. They’re just stories people made up to sell souvenirs,” Jason replied, but I cut him off gently.

It was as if there was some kind of a monster behind the door trying to get in. I swallowed hard and slowly locked the door, but I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought because the monster on the other side growled furiously and banged the door so hard that it rattled. I couldn’t help the scream that broke out of me, which made the monster increase his attempt to get in. I left the door and ran to the bed and hid under the covers. What the fuck is this? Is it one of those big wolves? But how did it get in unnoticed?

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.

The wind rustled in the trees and I could hear a howl coming from a distance. I walked into the room and went towards the shelves to search for the spell book, but I didn't find it. Anna told me her mother always left the grimoire on the shelf but where was it? I ransacked the top shelf again and the drawers but I still couldn't find it. Just when I was about to give up, something caught my eye under the bed and I stretched out for it. I pulled a stuffy book from underneath the bed and dusted the book that has become dusty and covered in cobwebs.