A warm cottage in a cold forest. A pot that never stops simmering. A mine that hums like it’s keeping itself entertained. In this Bedtime Story, the “miracle” isn’t magic, it’s a system: seven small wardens who learned how to survive by feeding the thing in the hill. The desperate stumble in, the hungry get tucked into clean beds, and the hopeful follow lantern-light into tunnels that were built to collect.

Carved into stone are Seven Rules. Break one, and the mine decides what it wants from you, not with chaos, but with clean, practiced precision. No princess. No kiss. Just a fairy tale about comfort as bait, labor as ritual, and the kind of hunger that doesn’t stop when the bowl is empty.

A town drowning in rats makes a promise it never intends to keep, and a stranger with a flute answers like he’s been waiting for the words to be spoken out loud. In this episode of Phreak’s Bedtime Stories, a “classic” fairy tale turns into a lesson about relief that comes too easily and debts that don’t accept excuses.

Because when you treat your word like it’s flexible, the bill doesn’t disappear… it just shows up in a currency you can’t pay.

A desperate girl. A king with a deadline. A room full of straw and the kind of panic that makes you sign anything. When a small stranger offers a miracle, the price isn’t gold, blood, or a firstborn the way the old story says. It’s worse. It’s the first claim. The handle on your soul. The thing people use to move you without asking: your name.

In this twisted bedtime version of the classic bargain tale, you’ll follow a queen racing against an invisible ledger, where words become contracts and identity gets collected like debt.

They weren’t lost. They were offered. When hunger turns a home into a math problem, the woods become a graveyard with open doors. And deep inside the trees, something is waiting in a candy coat, feeding on desperation and calling it comfort.

Welcome to the House of Hunger… where the warmest light is the one that wants you closest.

The house is quiet.
That’s when the lies start.

In this twisted bedtime story, a wooden boy is born from desperation… and every lie he tells makes him stronger. Sharper. Hungrier. The kind of hungry that doesn’t stop at getting what it wants. The kind that takes what it needs.

If you hear tapping tonight, don’t call it the wind.
It’s your wish… coming back to collect.

Some fairy tales aren’t meant to be told. They’re meant to warn. Tonight’s story starts with a mail-order miracle: a seed, a pot of dark soil, and the promise of a tiny companion grown from a blossom. But when the flower opens, a woman learns the difference between small and safe. Because the thing she grows doesn’t want affection.

It wants warmth. It wants space. And it wants to turn a quiet home into something cultivated… from the inside.

They told you it was harmless. A cozy cottage in the woods and a lesson about being polite. But the version you remember was sanded down for bedtime. In this episode of Phreak’s Bedtime Stories, we follow a lost girl into a house built on threes and teaches the real moral: the woods don’t care that you’re cold, comfort can be weaponized, and some places don’t exist to shelter you. They exist to correct you. Kill the lights, check the locks… and don’t trust anything that feels “just right.”

A village once made a bargain with the forest, and a girl in a red hood has been walking the path ever since, carrying a basket that never seems to come back quite as empty as it should. Some say she still visits the edge of modern roads, waiting for doors to unlock and engines to stall, looking for the ones the dark has already chosen.In this episode of Phreak’s Bedtime Stories, we follow the trail she’s left behind and ask a quiet question with an ugly answer: are you the one hearing the legend… or the one being delivered?