histórias de Hauntedbed

When a sudden downpour traps me in a remote provincial inn, the last thing I expect is to share a creaky, haunted "couple's bed" with a sarcastic stranger named Rafi. But what starts as an awkward night quickly spirals into something stranger-whispers in the dark, shadows that move, and a canopy that seems to breathe. Back home, the nightmare doesn't end. My bed feels wrong, my reflection isn't mine, and Rafi... might not even exist. They say you can always check out of an inn. But what if the inn checks in to you?

Simeone buys a mysteriously cheap, luxurious bed for her new apartment, drawn to it by an unexplainable pull. At the store, the enigmatic seller gives cryptic warnings about the bed, hinting at a danger she can't yet grasp. *** One shot, completed. August 21th 2025. #WITWContest Chosen trope: One bed... And it's haunted.

Room 7: A one-shot horror story During a violent storm, Alex Carter finds refuge in a decaying roadside motel. The only room left is Room 7, and the manager has one warning: don't sleep in the bed. Alex is too tired to care. By the time he realizes why the warning was given, it's far too late - and waking up doesn't mean escaping.

When a storm strands me and my insufferably handsome ex-project partner at a creaky old inn, I think the worst thing will be sharing a room. I'm wrong. The bed is haunted-and it's a hopeless romantic with zero chill. Now it's on a mission to ship us harder than any fangirl ever could, wrapping us in sheets, shoving us closer, and threatening supernatural matchmaking if we don't "just admit it already." Too bad I can't decide what's scarier: the ghost's creepy enthusiasm... or the fact it might be working.

At the edge of Strangewill stands a decaying house no one dares enter. Inside is a single bed-old, worn, and whispered about in hushed tones. They say it can reunite you with the ones you've lost... but some grief comes at a deadly price. Sleep if you dare-but beware what waits behind the mattress.

When Maya and Lucas check into the crumbling Blackthorn Hotel on Bangalore's St. Mark's Road, they expect dust, silence, maybe a broken fan. What they find instead is a room that breathes, a bed that dreams-and a garden that isn't supposed to exist. Posters across the city promise Asmodai's Enchanted Garden - One Night Only. But behind the spectacle lies something far darker. Roses that drink blood. Furniture that marches. Friends turned to stone. And a magician who is not a man at all. Now Maya must fight to save Lucas from becoming part of the garden's collection. But in Blackthorn, nothing is illusion-and the price of survival may already be hers.

Viondra Voss is running from a cult that worships a toaster and finds herself stranded in a desolate Nevada motel, where the only available bed comes with a warning: it's haunted. She's too tired to care-until she's forced to share the sagging mattress with Thorne Nightveil, a paranormal detective packing a suitcase full of ghost gadgets and unresolved family curses. Sharing a bed is awkward enough, but this antique four-poster has bigger plans-like swallowing its guests into a kaleidoscope of warped realities, carnivorous quilts, and eldritch bedbugs with existential crises. What starts as a night of creepy whispers and cult flashbacks erupts into an all-out war against an interdimensional toaster god, vengeful specters, and a reality-devouring mattress that just won't quit. Will Viondra and Thorne escape with their sanity intact-or will they end up as patterns in a cosmic comforter forever? Welcome to the only haunted hotel room that charges by the nightmare. Check in if you dare-dreams and breakfast not included!

A young couple moves into their first apartment, happy to start a new life. Everything seems perfect, until the landlord forbids them from moving a mysterious bed already in one of the bedrooms. A new life takes its course, between a housewarming party and preparations for the baby. But one night, while the young woman is resting, a disturbing detail catches her attention and traumatizes her. Little by little, suspicions grow, until the day she discovers the unthinkable: a chasm opens under the bed where a gigantic shadow lurks. Trapped, she realizes too late that this bed is not a simple piece of furniture but a door to an endless nightmare. [ One bed... and it's haunted.]

When 21-year-old Rhea, broke and cornered by circumstance, rents a dingy single room, she thinks the creaking bed inside is just another piece of old furniture. But as the nights drag on, dreams twist into waking terror-whispers beneath the sheets, phantom hands pinning her down, shadows that never leave when the lights come on. The bed isn't just haunted. It's alive. And it doesn't want her to leave. Trapped between poverty and madness, Mara must decide what's real and what's the bed's doing-before exhaustion, fear, and something far older than her will claim her for good. Once you lie down, it will never let you go.

When Eliza Graves inherits her late aunt's crimson-velvet four-poster bed, delivered by hearse at dusk, she discovers it holds more than memories. At exactly 3:17 AM, the springs whisper her name and unleash a chorus of ghosts: Vincent, a poltergeist craving empathy; Elsie, a grieving night nurse; Henrietta, a boarding-house girl who hid her confessions in the mattress; and the half-formed Bride of Else demanding recognition. With skeptic-turned-ally Marlowe and his medium ferret Juniper, Eliza stages a midnight vigil of naming and tokens to unbind each spirit. As the bed unravels its archive of sorrow, Eliza must confront her own grief, untie the single velvet thread binding her to the past-and choose between memory and release.

Two rival ghost-hunting vloggers meet a spirit so invested in their romance, and it's haunting the bed they are forced to share. A What in the Wattpad Contest Oneshot Entry #WITWContest Prompt: One bed... and it's haunted. Genres: Paranormal Romance Romantic Comedy Humor

Two friends on the edge of something more. One storm. One bed that doesn't forget. A road trip gone wrong. A storm that won't let up. An inn that wasn't on the map. Noah and Avery only wanted a place to wait out the rain, but The Harebell Rest has its own kind of memory. Its walls breathe with old stories, its silence carries whispers, and its beds... well, some things are better left undisturbed. As the night deepens, the air thickens with unspoken words, the weight of secrets pulling them closer, until the line between fear and longing blurs into something fragile, dangerous, and achingly inevitable. Don't Lie in Bed is a short, atmospheric tale of longing, secrets, and an unspoken bond tested by forces they cannot see. Perfect for readers who love slow-burn tension, and a haunting twist that lingers. #romance #SlowBurn #HorrorRomance #CreepyReads #DarkSecrets #WITWContest #oneshot #horroroneshot #darkromance #onebed #friendstolovers #HauntedBed #AtmosphericThriller #ShortStory #eerieatmosphere #oneshotstory #paranormalromance

A new house. A forbidden room. A bed that remembers the dead. When Daniel and Edwina move into the villa on Whispering Pines Drive, they only want a fresh start. But at 3 a.m., whispers seep through the locked door upstairs. Edwina hears them. Daniel sees the changes in her. And the bed no one dares touch hides a secret that refuses to stay buried. Some rooms aren't meant to be opened... and some spirits don't rest until you do.

When Celeste Duval finally wins the Victorian bed she's dreamed of since her childhood, she expects silk sheets and old-money glamour - not a ghost. But Lady Claribel Ashwyke, the bed's original owner, isn't just any ghost. She's beautiful, dangerous... and determined to have what she never had in life. True love. She wants Pete Thorne - the man Celeste has known forever, the man she refuses to admit she's drawn to. And to have him, Claribel wants something else first: Celeste's body. Now Celeste has one problem - the ghost wants to live her life and she especially wants Pete. And Celeste isn't interested in sharing. #WITWContest

When a restless insomniac buys a secondhand bed, they expect squeaky springs and maybe a faint smell of old perfume not a telepathic, sarcastic ghost named Lazarus with a century-old grudge and an appetite for nightmares. What begins as absurd banter between human and haunted furniture spirals into a delirious, unhinged descent through dreamscapes, burning hallways and a room full of breathing beds that laugh, whisper, and cry. Told in a breakneck that bends reality and the rules of horror... this story is equal parts terrifying and darkly comedic, the kind of ride that makes you laugh then realize you shouldn't have. And by the time you figure out the truth about Lazarus, the other you and what "onboarding" really means... you'll already be lying in your own haunted bed, wondering if that ok was just the frame or something breat

Biggest mistake yet..... booked a room with one bed-big, carved, dramatic, the kind of thing you'd expect Dracula to nap in. At first, I thought, "Cool, vintage vibe." Then it breathed. Like, full-on exhale, warm cinnamon-scented air, as if to say, Welcome, snack. Oh, and it talks. In a deep, undertaker-meets-voice-actor tone, asking if I'm "comfortable" while the blankets wrap around me like clingy exes. This isn't a bed; it's a stage-five clinger with wooden legs. And for reasons known only to the ghostly furniture union, it has decided I'm not checking out-ever. Guess I'm the bed's new hobby now.....Curse this shit!

Sharing a bed with your best friend sounds awkward - until you find out it's haunted and refuses to let go. A wild story about love, ghosts, and a plot twist so shocking you'll scream, "What in the Wattpad?!"