The Monster Under My Bed Book Novels & Stories

Then, from outside: "You're awake?" I went tense. He was standing on the other side of the door, and he didn't come in. "Do you want me to come in?" I gripped the blanket. After a long moment I said, my voice scraped and rough. "I dreamed about the coffin again." The corridor was silent for a moment. Then, very quietly. "Was it the same as that night?" "Yes." I paused. "My mother's Turning failed. She died in one. So I'm afraid of the dark, afraid of small closed spaces."

I don't want him getting rabies and there is no way of knowing what is exactly causing it. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye, I turn sharply but can't see anything. I could have sworn that something dashed under the bed. So instead of waiting for my parents to come home, I cautiously walk over to the bed and kneel to look underneath. When I raise the covers, I peer under my bed and don't see anything except for a few dust bunnies. As I stand back up, I start to hear the scratching noise again. "Scrrrrratch. Scrrrrrrrrratch."

My mind conjured a bestiary of horrors: rats with evil, gleaming eyes, scuttling spiders the size of tea saucers, multi-legged centipedes, leathery bats… The space under the bed was a dark, fathomless abyss. ‘Go on. Have a look,’ he encouraged, giving me a nudge in the small of my back.

Let's see if she delivers—don't disappoint me. That night, we had to pick rooms. The mages explained, "Each floor's got one bedroom. At night, a monster shows up looking like someone close to you—and lives with you. Eats with you. Sleeps with you." Living with monsters? What part of that isn't nightmare fuel? They didn't even wait. Claimed the first and second floors. Everyone else scrambled for the lowest levels. I got shoved all the way to the top. "Didn't you say your fear rating would always be zero? Since you're so tough, enjoy the 30th floor. Let's see if you're just talk."

BEFORE YOU READ! It's a mature themed book so if you feel uncomfortable at any point in the book, please consider leaving peacefully! For character aesthetics and updates about the book, follow me on Ïñstå. My Id is authorsy56. Enjoy Reading! Author|~S.Y VIOLET When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me stories about monsters. She used to say ‘ Sleep or a monster will come to take you. ’ I never slept after hearing that though. The mention of a monster coming to get me and the thought of being asleep when he might come, made me jump out of bed and be on my guard.

The only other place would be under the bed. I quickly get down on my knees and begin to look under the bed. Unfortunately, it's very dark, and I can barely see anything. I reach my hand under the bed trying to find the stupid pen but end up feeling a book instead. I furrow my eyebrows and reach for it; in the process, I see the pen and manage to grab it as well. I look down at the book and notice engraved letters. The letters are GR in cursive. I open the book and as I flip through it, I notice that it's a journal.

He gags, his body rejecting the memory the way you’d reject poison, and I hold onto him because if I let go, he’ll fall, and if he falls, I don’t know if he’ll get back up. “The children.” A whisper now. So quiet I almost miss it. “The children were upstairs. They were HIDING. Under the bed in the guest room. With the nightlight still on.” His eyes are streaming, and the gold is blazing, and his voice is fracturing into pieces that don’t fit together anymore. “They were hiding under the bed, and I found them. I FOUND THEM. And the little one, the boy, he was holding his sister and telling her to be quiet, to stop crying, that the monster would go away if they were quiet enough—”

Just like me. Sliding off the bed, my feet finally hit the floor as I pattered across the room. Every few steps, I looked back to make sure he didn’t move. Giggling, I opened the door and dashed across to my bedroom doors. You never know when a monster is hiding in the dark around here. Especially since we are in the underworld.

The monster was struggling to get up under the pile of books, madly lashing out its dangerous claws. Jake got up on his feet and faced the book towards the monster. Okay, so nothing was happening. The monster was still there. Why isn't it working? A couple of books flew past Jake followed by more squealing as the monster arose from the pile. He quickly turned the book and confirmed it was still glowing. Okay, time to run! Jake turned and dashed towards the column closest to him, with the monster taking one huge leap and flew over him before landing in front of him.

The moment he's out of sight Stacey's comment about her underwear under his bed slams into my head, I try to shake it off but I'm a curious wolf and unfortunately for me, this leads to me getting down on all fours and sticking my head under his bed. I can't see anything which is an instant relief but the light from the lamp doesn't light all the space up and me being me, I can't just be happy that there's nothing there instead I use my torch app on my phone and flash it around and then I see them..pink barely-there thongs on the floor, under his bed, where she said they would be and I'm honestly devastated.