The Monster Under My Bed Book Novels & Stories

Oddly, the books still smelled new. I picked one at random and curled up on the floor beside the bed, my neck resting against the bedframe, the book cradled in my hands. It was about the Moon Goddess and the creation of werewolves. I became lost in the words, until a knock on the door jolted me back to reality. Panic flared in my chest. Would he be angry that I took a book? “One second,” I called out quickly, shoving the book under the bed. I hadn't asked for permission to read it, and I had no idea how Jeremy might react.

he hissed as he approached me cautiously. With adrenaline racing through my veins, I gathered all of my power and dashed upstairs, seeking sanctuary in my chamber. I quickly moved my study table and chair to block the entrance, locking the door from the inside. My heart raced in time with my grandfather's constant tapping and strong attempts to unlock the door. Terrified, I sought refuge beneath the bed, tears flowing down my face, haunted by the notion that the monster I feared lay beneath it, ready to emerge each night. I held my ears in a desperate attempt to drown out my grandfather's outraged curses amidst the booming thunder.

Abby "Mommy, I'm scared." I watch as my mother and father shift on their bed, rolling over to opposite sides to turn on their own lamps. They slept in the middle, holding each other as if there were nothing else in the world. "Abigail?" My mother's sweet voice called out to me. "What's going on?" My father's rough voice booms shortly after. I adjust my stance, hugging their doorway closer to my body. "There's a monster under my bed." I can hear my mother whispering softly to my father, followed by a soft deep chuckle.

I pop the 'p' "But before you go searching for him, I need your help. A really enormous spider just crawled under my bed right now—" I hear the shriek first before Chocolate crawls out of my bed, his face twisted in pure horror as he dusts out the phantom spider from his body, doing a small dance while he does so, though he stops he sees the look on my face, his making a sad one "No fair"

The monster under the bed. This was me now. This was what i was now. I heard the leaves rustle. Followed by footsteps behind me. Shit!! Of course he followed me, like a stubborn fly. I started to rise again, getting ready to run again, but then… "Don't!" I froze, more like my body stopped, like someone had pressed pause on me. My whole muscles refused to listen to my command, to move, no matter how hard I urged it to, I couldn't move.

​Finally, after a lifetime of silence, the footsteps turned and faded down the hall. ​I didn't sleep. I couldn't. ​The monster wasn't just under my bed anymore. He was in the hallway. He was in the dining room. ​And he wasn't leaving.

I ran to the kitchen looking for my mum. "Mum look, I drew a picture," I said and inhaled the lovely smell of cookies that were baking in the oven. "Honey, that's lovely you are such an artist. Yes you are" she said as she cuddles me and we giggled like little girls. "Oh, who is that is it your friend?" "Yes, he is my best friend. We play together and I am scared at night, he always tells me that there is no Monster under the bed and I always seem to believe him. He keeps me safe." She looked worried, she asked me

Lexy had no younger brothers or sisters, so she was the best choice for sleepovers, especially since her parents’ bedroom was in the back of their expansive one-story house, and Lexy’s room was near the living room, toward the middle of the house. It didn’t hurt that she had her own bathroom, and her older sister was away at college, so they were generally undisturbed and it didn’t bother her parents if they stayed up super late making macaroni and cheese with music playing on the radio while they slumped on the sofa, as they were doing the night of Halley’s revelation that she was the enemy.

I am not a tall girl, no more than the average size of any American fresh out of adolescence. I'm going to Joshua's room. There is only a small metal bed that is wrapped and disassembled, the kind you use when you have visitors who need to sleep at home. I bought it second hand at a garage sale a year ago. Before we slept in the same bed. It has a wooden table that has seen better times. In it she puts books, teas, sodas and her homework. Joshua is asleep. I don't think I can be awake. According to my cell phone, it's after three in the morning, when Freddy Krueger and the zombies in the Michael Jackson video go out to murder people and eat their brains.

Just me. And cried: “Love ahead! Now!” My hands trembled so strongly that I almost dropped the book. It was open. Not on the first page. Not on the last. On one side in the middle. There was only one sentence. In my handwriting. But older. Failed. I read: The child under the bed is not lost. It is the part of you that has never been elected. Silence. Everything stopped. Hands. The bed. The trembling. Even the screams.