Creepiest Doll Novels & Stories

The area was cluttered with broken and bloodstained dolls, with some eerily moving on their own. Soon, the echoes of a baby's cries and a haunting, sorrowful laughter reached their ears. "You've come, you've finally come. Will you stay and play with me?" Stuart and Dylan froze in their tracks. Their legs wobbled, and fear made them pee their pants. The baby's voice turned into desperate crying, and a bunch of dolls with all sorts of expressions glared at them. Stuart stammered, "I-I'm s-s-sorry, p-p-please don't come after u-u-us ... This isn't our doing. I swear, we don't mean any harm. Your mom is okay, and you can still be the family's little one."

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.

Her elderly voice came through, oddly cheerful, "I left something in your room. Open up so I can grab it." Something? What could that be? My eyes immediately locked on the small porcelain doll from earlier. My eyes went wide. The doll had turned around, and now, it was staring at me again with those creepy, dark eyes.

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.

Slowly and contently, with a grin on her face as she walks slowly knowing that they both could not see her, for their eyes had already joined her art when she effortlessly took it out from them neglecting their screams of pain as she enjoyed it all to herself. As the dolls become the real ones, the terror begins. Where everything that makes her dolls look real is every inch of life, fresh, even the bones and blood of the person resembling it. Now to her parent's turn and just like what she always does, the perfect creation with the perfect formula and steps is about to be complete. Starting simply out from their hair, skin, flesh, and the final ingredient and the most important one, their cr

" Think again baby doll. I am going to fuc*ing break you to the extent you don't recognise yourself anymore." " You will be there at my beck and call everyday. You will be my whore." With this being said the fuc*er chokes her neck and gets ready to enter her. And Zander couldn't see this anymore. He screams, he cries. " No...no.noooooo!" And then it happened. He saw strange dark clouds circling the room. And next he knows, his butterflies tearing grey obs. Turn red. Blood red. And that was it.

He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock. Zoe almost lost her mind and screamed hysterically, "You did this on purpose! How can you be so vicious?!” My roommates were startled. “Zoe, what’s wrong with you?” Late pregnancy was not a time for strong emotions. Her shock and breakdown quickly turned into pain. She clutched her belly and began screaming. Warm liquid streamed down between her legs. “Your water broke!” My roommates rushed forward. Some called an ambulance, while others helped to support her. Meanwhile, I simply took Miles’ hand and strolled leisurely to the side where I would watch the show.

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

Lance whispered. "I'll haunt you if we die here." I huffed, he just laughed. "Boo!" Someone said while grabbing my arm. I screamed. "It's one thing to watch it and another to be in it. I want to leave." I sighed. "One more door and we will leave." We went to this hallway that was really creepy. How long has this house been abandoned? We entered a bedroom and it looked extremely creepy. Dolls everywhere. And they were porcelain ones. I hate those. Remind me of Chucky. We turned away and just as we were about to leave someone said.

The mythical creatures that I've always hear in stories are now in front of me. " Oh my God!" I heard a loud gasp from my mom . Her eyes are widened, her both hands are clasping on her mouth. She stepped backward and stumbled on her feet. Slowly, the werewolf stepping closer to the balcony and suddenly jumped in front of me. Astonishment engulfed me as I meet the two grim eyes. My body froze when he suddenly stepped closer to me and smelled my body. I glanced at my mother on the side. " Ana! Oh God!"