The Monster Under The Bed Novels & Stories

He never gave her much of a tour, he'd just asked her to wait downstairs each time. Ashleigh walked down the hall and walked into a bedroom. It looked like a typical boy's bedroom. Blue paint coating the walls, posters of cartoons and hockey celebs covered the paint, a green chest of toys and beside it an extra large box of Lego. In the centre of the room, a single bed, small in size, covered in Ben 10 sheets. She smiled to herself. "No wonder why he never lets me up here," she told herself. She went to the wardrobe and opened its doors. Inside were old clothing and at the bottom a box. She pulled out the box and sat on the floor beside it. She opened the box and saw a DVD cover.

I was laying face up on my bed reading James Patterson's Along Came a Spider, when my dad opened the door till its limits. He has been doing this for the past few weeks in the hopes of catching me raping a nun one day, I think. 'Hey dad'. I croaked out. 'Zayn, shouldn't you be asleep?' 'I guess I should but I did that all day so I'm kind of spent'. He coughed awkwardly and I realized my mistake.

The noise was subtle enough not to bring her mother out to investigate. Beth studied the stairs for a moment. She hadn’t been scared of the dark since she was little, but this house was weird in so many ways, like the layout, for example. It was old, and she figured someone had likely died there at one point in time of another, so she checked the stairs and was relieved that Halley was the only ghost she’d likely see that night. Carefully, she felt along the railing with her free hand and slid her feet forward across the thick, brownish-yellow carpet, taking her time so as to avoid plummeting to her death.

For a whole minute, he stood there just looking down at me, making no attempt to move. “It's strange isn't it?” Monster’s voice was barely a whisper. He had asked a question but he didn't give me time to answer before he carried on. “I've never slept in the same bed as a woman before. I never wanted to. But with you…” I stayed silent, just staring at him, waiting for him to continue. “With you I…I want to.” *** I must have fallen asleep before he got out of the shower, even though it was already morning and I had been about to start my day. When I finally opened my eyes, he was asleep next to me. One tattooed arm was thrown up to cover his eyes.

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.

She rode the bike but would not go up the hill anymore. Logan always slept in her Cinderella air bed on the floor beside her parents’ bed. The Cinderella bed was pink, purple, blue, and designed to look like a castle. One night Logan slides out of her bed while sleeping and rolled under her parents’ bed. Sandy woke in during the night hearing Logan cry. She searched the whole bedroom and could not find Logan. She awakened Bob to help search for Logan. Bob laid in the floor and looked under the bed. Logan was under the bed. Every time she would try to get up to crawl, she would bump her head and cry. She was scared. Bob slid under the bed and help Logan get out from under the bed. That night

I had to join them to find the bug but at the end my house was clean, there wasn't anything found, apart from the one under my bed _ it wasn't a bug but the underwear of Theresa. What was it doing there and why?. Mona and the rest left my house and thank God dey didn't realise what I saw, I would have started explaining and what would I have said? My sex mate came into my house and intentionally left a gift under my bed.. Once again, Yulan had an extra shift and I wasn't going to allow her come home and notice the gift under our bed _ the same baby we make love on.. I went to Theresa and we had a conversation.

For a second , I’m hit with the familiar knife-twist ; the helplessness of knowing I can fight everything except the monsters in his head . “Monster under the bed.” “No monsters tonight. I checked. Triple-checked.” I say it softly, like a spell , rocking him on the glider, humming the dinosaur song he loves . His breathing evens out slowly , each inhale softer than the last until his small fingers relax against my shoulder . I press my cheek to the top of his curls , letting the warmth of him settle something frayed and shaking inside me .

A psychotic smile spread across his lips. "You monster! You've lost your senses!" I yelled, my vision blurred by my own tears, but he cackled instead, filling the quiet room with the echo of his voice. "You're right about one thing, I am a monster, the kind who lives under your bed and creeps up at night to watch you sleep, devouring you slowly. And trust me sweetheart," he leaned over, his heavy musk almost choking me. "I won't stop until I've stripped you of every innocence."