Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

And he—lost in dreams of graduation and marriage—hadn't sensed anything amiss. Francesco placed the album into a drawer with a combination lock, then returned the other items to the storage box and placed it atop the bookshelf. On the desk, he left only a single porcelain doll. It was the two-person doll Adriana had made by hand during one of their trips. Her craftsmanship was remarkable; the doll resembled them both perfectly. The workshop owner had even wanted to take her on as an apprentice. He ran his fingertips over the doll—icy cold—and it pulled him back to reality.

“Out of curiosity here, what happens if a soul cracks completely?” I rubbed my hands over my face “ All those negative feelings he had before his death will start to overwhelm him, like an overflowing well of emotions that just won’t stop and once it had enough, he will eventually snap, go into complete madness, maybe even wild, he wouldn’t be himself anymore, his soul would be lost and gone from this world, and you will have to put him down again.” I was shocked to hear this, was this truly happening to my son? “Why would you give such a power to your doll?” I asked.

It slips away from my hand, and in the next second, the bang filling my ears. Oh my goddess, did it break? Is it made of glass, gosh. I hope not. I crouched towards the level of the figurine, my knee touching the floor, thank goodness it didn’t break, however there is a tiny crack on its head. I hurry to take it into my hands. I hear the door creak from behind, and my eyes snap up, before I could think. I hear a dark voice. “What the fuck are you doing with that?” A cold voice seeps through my system, immediately, the figurine slips from my hand.

A few steps further from the living room led me to my dimly lit room. I dropped my suit on the sofa close to the king sized bed, unbuttoning my shirt in preparation for a cool bath. I was almost done with my buttons until I heard the shattering of glass. After liars, I hated clumsiness and my workers were quite aware. As I turned around with furrowed brows, my lips parted in surprise. It wasn't any of my workers. It was Georgia. During the period of realization, she pushed down another vase, staggering her way inside the room.

At first, he ignored it, but soon the sound grew louder and louder. He couldn't ignore it, so he checked his rooms and realized that the cracking sound was coming from the box in which he placed the ring and soul crystals. The creepy cracking sound and the slight movement from the box made him almost jump; he realized that something was breaking the box from inside. ~CRUNCH CRUNCH~ "What the hell did that damn ring do now?" Creed was sweating bullets. He picked up the dagger and pointed it towards the wooden box, which was on the verge of breaking apart. In a few second the box finally collapse with a small burst and something unusual finally appeared from inside.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

Beneath the doll was a piece of paper with a chilling message: > “You will break like this. One by one.” Hunter grabbed the items and immediately checked for fingerprints. “She’s getting dirty.” Evalina stared at the doll, then crushed it in her hand. “Then I’ll play cleaner. And I’ll make it hurt more.”

Honestly, Doll just wanted to be left alone and take a nice long nap so when he awoke he could tell himself all the important things he wanted to keep in his memory. He gave the answer he could parrot from class. "I am a small god. I am here to give my power to my beloved toms." No, no! His soul ached. He only had one beloved tom and that tom would never ask him to give up what these monsters were asking. The things that made him whole and real. "And we accept your gift." The tom began the needle treatment. Doll's hopes were dashed when he looked to see if this tom might be wearing the strange bracelet.

The doll cackled fiendishly, it's cackling was so loud that my windows began to vibrate. “JESUS CHRIST!” I blurted and quickly reached for the remote; turned down the volume and covered my eyes with my fingers. Through the tiny slits in my fingers, I peeked as the doll pounced on the girls face. A grotesque, cheshire smirk upon it's pale-white face. It's rows of terribly stained teeth flashed like daggers under a full moon. As the doll tried to plunge it's spiky teeth into the girls flawless face, the brightness from the television disappeared and the house plunged into total darkness.