The Monster Under The Bed Novels & Stories

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."

I am glued at the ground while the monster in front of me is ready to devour me. "Please...don't..." my heavy breathing became ragged as the monster slowly walk towards me. This monster has a thick fur. It's huge and its sharp teeth is gritting in front of me. It is a wild wolf that wants to eat me. My heart hitched up when it agressively went towards me and the only thing I could do is to shout for help. "Lexis Midnight!" I immediately opened my eyes as I heard someone called my name. I sat down and roam my eyes around. My brows furrowed as I felt the sweat on my forehead. I stared at my dad and mom who was watching my reaction.

I recalled crawling to the wine bar and opening a bottle of wine, I also recalled drinking from the bottle and then turning into the glass, but that was the last thing I remembered. Jus then, it dawned on me and in that instant, I snapped back to the present and fixed my gaze back on Nanny Ruth. "Wait! How did I get to the bed?" I asked, my brows furrowing. I was both surprise and confused. Leonard wasn't in the room, and I didn't need anyone to tell me he couldn't have carried me to the bed. As far as I knew, he was a monster who lacked sympathy and compassion for anyone.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Laura said as she threw every item she could find against the monster. "Get away from me," its eerie, cranky voice mimicked her. "No…" Twelve limbs moved at once, each leaving a black swampy stain on the floor. Its boneless neck twisting at impossible angles. Two hollow holes on its head but somehow it managed to see her. Throwing herself over her bed, she felt a wet grip around her leg. "Hmmm…Noo…" She was pulled back violently, feeling the spikes of glass before she collapsed to the ground. Her eyes met the blade hidden under the dresser.

I said to Tyramon and walked to the mirror. I sat on the chair at the front of my dressing mirror, I was calm thinking of what to do, the whole room was quiet, everyone doing their own things. I rested my head on the table and when I raised it up I noticed something underneath the bed. "What's that?" I asked "What?" Leon asked before I could even finish talking. "There is something under the bed," I said and quickly rushed to the bedside. I bent down and reached for what was under the bed but my hands couldn't get to it.

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

I never believed in monsters until the night my seven-year-old daughter, Lily, refused to sleep. “Daddy, there’s a monster in the basement,” she whispered, clutching her stuffed rabbit so tightly its ears bent. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the nightlight like twin moons. “It talks like you. It knows my name.” I smiled the way parents do—half amusement, half exhaustion. “Sweetheart, there are no monsters. Just old boxes and maybe some spiders. Go back to sleep.”

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—”