Clown Doll Creepy Novels & Stories

Don't I look pathetic? A tissue appeared right in front of me. I was silent for a few moments. The tissue owner is none other than someone wearing a clown costume. The clown face is wearing a colorful mask with a round nose. I chuckled as the clown danced while rubbing his bloated belly, maybe the size of his belly is the same size as 2 basketball. "Take this tissue from this handsome clown. You don't have to worry, I'm not a bad person." The clown wrote on the small blackboard he was carrying.

But now, in this moment of relief, something wonderful happened. Dominic’s body contorted and twisted, his bones cracking and regaining his human form. I watched in awe as the contours of his body shifted, muscles gracefully adjusting under his skin. The werewolf’s massive paws transformed into human hands. The ears, once pointed and upright, smoothly molded back into the natural curves of his human earlobes.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

Just vision, blood, wrath, the poison in him pulsing like a black sun. She had worn it. She had been wrapped in him. Cael’s cloak around Adelaide’s shoulders. Cael’s scent over her skin. Adelaide breathing him in, safe enough to soften, warm enough to want, happy enough to leave it behind in the cloth like a confession written for Apollo’s mouth. A sound moved through him. It did not belong to a king. It did not belong to a man. It belonged to the pit beneath all names, to the horned thing in old village glass, to the fallen brightness that Heaven had tried to bury and Hell had learned to crown.

"Don't be difficult now. These rules are simple enough, no?" she purred against his lips. "Don't you find me attractive? Don't you want my.. What did you call it.. Clussy?" Her hands were now under his shirt, stroking and massaging his bare skin, the feeling making him squirm and twitch, his erection throbbing in his pants. "Come on," the clown cooed. "Get your pants down for me..."

I sighed. Adrian cocked a brow, "Like literally? The stuffing, the sowing and everything?" "Well, not everything but everything on this rag doll that makes it look creepy... well let me put it like this. What makes it look creepy?" Adrian stared at me weirdly trying to read my thoughts and make sense of where this conversation was going, little did she know thing were going to take a really dark turn. "It has one eye, it's chest is ripped open and its mouth is sewn closed," she replied eyeing me.

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.

A plush pink rug spread across the floor, creating a soft landing spot amidst the sea of clothes and toys. My mouth remained open as Chloe chattered on, completely oblivious to my awe and surprise. In the center of the room stood a freestanding wooden dollhouse, its three stories overflowing with miniature furniture and tiny figurines. Chloe's collection of stuffed animals, a motley crew of unicorns, dragons, and cuddly bears, occupied a cozy corner, their expressive eyes gazing out at the scene with wide-eyed wonder.A miniature dressing room, complete with a full-length mirror and a vanity adorned with a plush pink stool, stood nestled amongst the clothes. On its surface, a dazzling array o

A little girl in a red dress. Her face glowed an eerie green, lips blood-red, eyes hollow. She hugged a doll and flashed a perfect, too-white smile. Pale like a porcelain doll. And honestly? Adorable. I'd never seen such a cute little girl before. She looked just like a princess from a castle. Then she reached out with an icy hand and grabbed me by the throat. I pulled her into a hug instead, grinning. "You're SO cute! Like a tiny angel." Then I caught a whiff of blood.

The intense flashings of light produced by the cameras blinded me as the thick satin cloth had been removed from my cage. Choruses of awes, claps, and cheers erupted from below the auction block. My heart was beating faster than the horses racing on the track field as the bidding started. “Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.”