Lush Stories for Kids bring to life magical adventures and heartfelt lessons perfect for young readers.
This collection invites children to explore vibrant worlds filled with kindness, wonder, and imagination.
Ideal for bedtime or quiet moments, Lush Stories for Kids help nurture creativity and emotional growth.
Dive into these enchanting tales that will brighten children’s days and inspire their hearts to dream big and grow with joy.
Story 1: The Whispering Closet
“I heard my mom calling me from the kitchen, but when I got there, she pulled me into a hug and whispered, ‘I heard it too.’”
Amir had just finished his homework when he heard his mother’s voice calling him from the kitchen. “Amir, come here, quick!” she yelled, sounding worried. Without thinking, he ran down the hall, but as he turned into the kitchen, he stopped cold. His mom was already there, washing dishes. She turned to him, her face pale.
“I didn’t call you,” she said, staring at him.
Amir opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, they both heard it again.
“Amir… come here…”
It was coming from upstairs—from Amir’s bedroom closet.
His mother pulled him close and whispered, “I heard it too.”
They locked the bedroom door and slept together in the living room that night. The next morning, they called his uncle, who was a carpenter. He removed the closet wall and found an old, sealed crawlspace. Inside, there was only an old, dusty tape recorder with a strange timer system—set to play the same message at the same time every evening.
But neither of them had recorded that voice.
Moral: Always trust your instincts, especially when something doesn’t feel right.
Story 2: The Twin in the Mirror
“Every day, my twin sister waves at me from the mirror; the only problem is, I don’t have a twin.”
Sana was brushing her teeth before school when she noticed something odd. In the mirror, her reflection waved before she did. She blinked and leaned forward, confused. Maybe she was just tired.
But the next day, it happened again. This time, the girl in the mirror smiled widely, raised her hand, and waved first. Sana backed away in fear. She didn’t have a twin, yet this girl looked just like her—except for one small detail. Her eyes were black.
Sana stopped using mirrors. She covered them all in the house. But the mirror in her school bathroom couldn’t be avoided.
One day, while washing her hands, the lights flickered. She looked up, and her “reflection” was already staring, grinning. Then it spoke.
“Let me out. I’ve been waiting.”
Terrified, Sana screamed and ran. Teachers came, but the mirror showed only her own frightened reflection.
Since that day, Sana never saw that girl again. But she also never stood too close to a mirror.
Moral: Some things are better left unseen.
Story 3: Under the Bed
“I always sleep with my foot hanging off the bed, until one night something cold held it.”
Zayan liked to feel the breeze from the fan, so he always slept with one leg sticking out from under his blanket. He wasn’t afraid of monsters—he thought those were just stories for little kids.
But one night, as he lay still in the dark, something cold touched his foot. He jerked up, thinking it was a breeze—but no window was open. Then it happened again. This time, it gripped his foot.
Zayan screamed and pulled his leg back under the blanket. He turned on his lamp and looked under the bed. Nothing.
The next morning, he told his parents. They smiled and said it was probably a dream. But Zayan knew what he felt.
That night, he slept with both legs tucked in.
But just as he started to drift off, he heard whispering from under the bed: “Why don’t you play with me anymore?”
He moved to sleep on the sofa after that—and never left his feet uncovered again.
Moral: Don’t ignore the things that go bump in the night.
Story 4: The Shadow Follows
“I saw a shadow move across my wall, but when I turned around, no one was there—except the shadow was still moving.”
Ahsan loved to play video games late at night. One evening, while deep into his game, he saw a flicker of movement on the wall in front of him. It looked like someone walking past behind him.
He paused the game and turned around quickly. The room was empty. But when he looked back at the wall, the shadow was still moving—slowly creeping along, as if it had a mind of its own.
He stood up, his heart racing. The shadow wasn’t his. It didn’t match the angle of the light, and worse—it had no body to cast it.
He ran to his bed and hid under the blanket. From beneath the fabric, he saw the shadow slither up the wall and disappear into the ceiling.
The next day, he told his best friend Ali. Ali didn’t believe him, but said they should do a test. That night, Ahsan left a light on and sat perfectly still with Ali in the room. They watched in silence.
Then it came.
The shadow moved again, not walking this time—but crawling. Both boys screamed and ran to Ahsan’s parents. They searched the room but found nothing.
From that day on, Ahsan never saw the shadow again… but Ali said he saw it once, in his own house.
Moral: Some things follow you when you least expect them—choose what you face wisely.
Story 5: The Doll That Smiled
“I put my sister’s doll back on the shelf, but when I turned around, it was sitting on the bed smiling at me.”
Hiba never liked her little sister’s doll. It had big glass eyes and a stiff plastic grin. Every time she entered the room, the doll seemed to be staring at her.
One afternoon, while tidying the room, she found the doll on the floor. She picked it up and placed it neatly back on the shelf. As she turned around, she froze.
The doll was now sitting on the bed—its smile wider.
Hiba screamed and called her mom, but by the time her mother arrived, the doll was back on the shelf.
“No more horror movies,” her mom said.
But the doll didn’t stop. Every night, it moved. On the bed. On the table. Even once outside the door.
Finally, Hiba had enough. She locked the doll in a box and buried it deep in the garden. That night, she slept peacefully—for the first time in weeks.
Until the next morning.
Her little sister came running in. “Look, Hiba! My dolly came back on its own!”
And there it was—on the bed again, smiling.
Moral: Some toys are not meant to be played with.
Story 6: The Silent Phone Call
“My phone rang with my own number on the screen—and when I answered, I heard myself crying.”
Daniyal was scrolling through funny videos when his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the screen and felt his stomach drop—his own number was calling.
Curious and a little freaked out, he answered it. At first, there was silence. Then, faintly, he heard something. It was crying… but it sounded like him.
“Hello?” he whispered.
The crying grew louder. Then he heard his own voice, saying, “Don’t come upstairs. Don’t let it see you.”
Click.
Daniyal ran to his parents, but they told him it must be a prank call. Still, he didn’t dare go upstairs alone.
That night, when everyone was asleep, he heard creaking from above. His bedroom was on the second floor. As he reached the staircase, his phone buzzed again.
Same number.
Same message: “Don’t let it see you.”
He backed away and slept on the living room couch that night. In the morning, the attic door was open.
And hanging from the ceiling was a mirror—cracked in the shape of a screaming face.
Moral: Sometimes, the scariest warnings come from within.
Story 7: The Room That Wasn’t There
“I opened a door in our house that I had never seen before—but our house only has two rooms.”
Ali and his family had lived in the same house for five years. It was small—just two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Nothing more.
But one rainy afternoon, while playing hide-and-seek with his cousin, Ali noticed something strange. At the end of the hallway, there was a door that had never been there before. It was gray and old, with a rusty doorknob.
He called out, “Ammi! There’s a new door here!”
His mother came and stared in confusion. “There’s no door there, beta,” she said. But when she turned around, she froze.
It was there.
Ali slowly reached for the knob. His mom grabbed his hand and warned him, “Don’t open it.”
But curiosity got the better of him. That night, when everyone was asleep, he tiptoed to the hallway. The door was still there.
He opened it.
Inside was a small room—dark, dusty, and silent. On the floor sat a little boy, just like him, with the same clothes and face.
The boy smiled. “You found me.”
Ali shut the door quickly and ran. The next day, the door was gone.
But when Ali looked in the mirror that evening, his reflection whispered, “Why did you leave me?”
Moral: Not every mystery should be solved.
Story 8: Grandma’s Eyes
“I went to kiss Grandma goodnight, but she had no eyes—and she was still smiling.”
Zoya loved staying at Grandma’s house. Her grandma told the best stories and made the tastiest cookies.
One night, Zoya woke up thirsty and walked to the kitchen. She passed Grandma’s room and peeked inside.
“Goodnight, Grandma,” she whispered.
Grandma sat up slowly, facing her. Her smile was wide and calm. But where her eyes should have been—there were only black, empty holes.
Zoya screamed and ran back to bed. The next morning, her grandma was normal again—laughing and cooking like nothing happened.
“Maybe it was a dream,” Zoya thought.
That night, it happened again. And the next.
Each time, Grandma’s eyes disappeared. And her smile grew bigger.
Eventually, Zoya stopped sleeping over. Years later, when she visited again, Grandma was gone.
But in her old bedroom, on the wall above the bed, Zoya saw a faded drawing of a girl.
And beneath it, the words: “She saw too much.”
Moral: Not all smiles are friendly.
Story 9: The Voice in the Toy
“My talking teddy said ‘Goodnight’—but I took the batteries out last week.”
Hamza had a big, fluffy teddy bear that used to say “Goodnight!” when hugged. But the battery had run out days ago, and he hadn’t replaced it.
One night, as he climbed into bed, the teddy—resting in the corner—said in its usual sweet voice, “Goodnight.”
Hamza sat up straight. “That’s not possible,” he whispered.
He picked up the toy and turned it over. No batteries.
“Probably just leftover sound,” he told himself.
But then it said, “I’m not alone.”
Hamza dropped it and ran to his mom. She laughed. “You’re just imagining things.”
But the next day, the teddy was missing. He found it later in the bathroom—facing the mirror.
That night, he tossed it in the garbage outside.
It came back the next morning—sitting on his bed.
He never found out how. But he never played with it again.
Moral: Not every toy is safe just because it looks soft.
Story 10: The Painting That Moved
“I walked past the hallway painting, and the girl inside had turned her head to follow me.”
There was a painting in Fariha’s house that had always been there—an old portrait of a girl in a red dress, standing still in a field of flowers.
Fariha never liked it. The girl’s eyes were too dark. Her face too calm.
One evening, while walking to the kitchen, Fariha felt something strange. She turned and looked at the painting. The girl’s head had shifted slightly… looking right at her.
She rubbed her eyes. No way.
But the next time she passed by, the girl’s hands were up, as if waving.
Fariha showed her parents. They said it hadn’t changed.
But each day, something new moved. The eyes. The smile. The dress.
Finally, Fariha covered the painting with a cloth.
That night, she heard whispers in her room.
When she woke, the painting was uncovered again—and the girl had left the frame.
Moral: Some art is better left untouched.
Conclusion
Lush Stories for Kids offer more than just entertainment—they plant seeds of kindness, imagination, and important life lessons in young minds. Through these gentle and magical tales, children learn to dream, grow, and see the world with wonder.
We hope these stories continue to inspire joy and curiosity long after the last page is turned. Keep sharing Lush Stories for Kids to nurture a lifelong love for reading and learning.
