Clown Doll Creepy Novels & Stories

She crashes through its door and falls to the hard ground in an embarrassing heap. " Aw! " Meilin groans in pain, silently moving her hands and foot to make sure that nothing was broken. She moves to get off the ground when she sees a pair of sandals before her. Slowly, with dread, she raises her eyes to encounter Master Chang's furious eyes. She gulps, her heart sinking to her stomach. Suddenly she feels the urge to wee. Master Chang looks like a cloudy sky about to pour as he stares down at his clumsy doll. All around him, dignitaries are arriving in their fancy and expensive carriages, with loads of servants trailing behind him, and his one doll is making him look like a fool before them.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

His voice trembled when he replied, "A little. What about you?" "Me too. Did someone discover us?" "No, I think it's corpses." Xiao Chen could clearly feel the sudden invasion of the intense cold. It was the manifestation of potent malicious grudges, so cold that it pierced deep into one's bones. They immediately stood up and looked around. That was when they saw a dozen or so Corpse Puppets that had appeared around them without their notice. All of them had copper for heads and iron for arms, looking like creatures of steel and flesh. Dark green will-o'-the-wisps hovered inside their eye sockets as they stared at them. They were a horrifying sight to behold.

Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back. The second is Ankou, a really creepy clown with a constantly nodding Jack-in-the-box head. The face has owl eyes and a mouth filled with canine teeth stretching from ear to ear like a frozen Cheshire cat’s grin. In one hand he holds a whip that used to be somebody’s spine and in the other a drippy clot of blood the size of a volleyball.

Clowns. They did not move like circus performers. They moved with predatory grace. They loped across the floor like wolves. They began to dance. The bells on their hats sounded like a warning. I tried to run. They were too fast. They surrounded me. Their faces was painted. It grinned in the light. They threw fireworks in the air. Kaboom! Tiny sparks of gold exploded. It was beautiful. It looked like miniature stars falling. But I was too terrified to appreciate the aesthetics.

“Do you need help?” “No, but if you’re going to stand there like a scarecrow, it’s going to increase my anxiety.” If she expects me to fall for whatever trick she’s trying to pull, she’s got another thing coming. Corina gets back to looking for the doll in her closet. She has to climb onto a stool to get on the top shelf, and that’s when she whips out a beige and brown teddy bear. It looks worn but well-kept. One eye is missing and a similar-looking button is sown on instead, and the hairs on the doll are matted. It looks like something an adult would have had since they were a child. So, I guess she wasn’t lying about the doll. Go figure.

Piercing wails echoed from every direction, deepening the chill. The corridor was narrow and winding, its walls covered in distorted murals, with tattered drapes hanging loose. A cold draft seeped from somewhere unseen, carrying a stale smell. "Bruce, this place… feels so creepy." Claudia's voice trembled, and she leaned toward him. Bruce did not respond. His steps never slowed, his gaze fixed ahead. He kept enough distance between them for another person to stand. Suddenly, at the corner ahead, a "zombie" in pale-white clothing, long hair covering its face, lurched forward with stiff movements. It let out a low growl and lunged straight at them.