Creepiest Doll Novels & Stories

We were sitting on the couch ,her legs on my laps eating Pizza, which has become her favourite, Did I say she eats alot now, there's never any leftover. She had an earphone plugged in,she just nodded her head to the rhythm of whatever she was playing. The time was 3 PM already and today is Saturday,the appointment is for 3pm.I wondered why she(the doctor) was not yet here. Natty will be going for her dance practice by 3:30pm. Just as I took up my phone to call the doctor,the door bell rang. "I will go get it..."I said to Natty. I opened the door to see the doctor ,Miss Linda,she had this cute smile on and she looked so formal,so much for being a doctor.

Describe to me what you’re seeing. Chains, Rusted chains, on the floor and hanging from the ceiling. There’s a rack with tools on it. I see something that looks like zip ties. There are missing person fliers on the bulletin board. There’s dust everywhere. It smells like old fabric in here. Oh god! There’s dried blood on the floor. I don’t know how old that stain is. As I get closer to the stairs, I see a rack of dolls. There’s a clown doll in the corner and another doll. I think they’re watching me! As I move, their eyes follow me. Doctor help me!

It was what she was going to be. “Do you know what a keeper is?” Veronica asked him, as she followed through the halls. “I heard about them when I was at war in the far away kingdom of Delmouth. They are dark creatures with an appetite for human bodily fluids. It will suck you dry and leave you as ashes.” Roger whimpered and she placed a hand on his back. It was a scary tale. “How do you kill them?” (where are they going?) “I did not hear of them being killed, only captured. You don’t want to know what for.” He said matter of factly.

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur

"Honey, why did you go quiet all of a sudden?" Tracy's voice came from behind me, soft but sudden. "Oh, it's nothing. Just scrolling through my phone," I said quickly, exiting the chat and randomly opening a short video, pretending to be absorbed in it. But my mind kept going back to that creepy doll I saw in her room the other day—the cursed one. Just thinking about it made my whole body tense. Right now, I couldn't stop wondering: Was the woman behind me really human, or something else entirely?

We were crammed into a shitty apartment that stank of mold and sewage. Outside the window, we could hear the shouts of our enemies hunting for him. Inside, we had a single, paint-chipped pistol. He sat on the floor, covered in blood, in the dark and cramped room. He never knew that the innocent girl in the white dress before him had all but disowned her family and abandoned her name for him. "Rosalie, are you sure about this?" His eyes then were like those of a cornered, lone wolf, his voice trembling.

He didn't hesitate for even a second when he sliced his fingers, letting the fresh blood drip onto the wooden doll's lips as the finishing touch. He smiled as he slid his bloodied fingertip across the doll's face, his eyes shining with satisfaction and obsession. "My Lena is so pretty. It's a shame that you're not her, no matter how much you resemble her." My body trembled as I traced his line of sight, feeling the blood in my veins turn to ice. The wooden dolls that filled every nook and cranny in the villa looked exactly like me. They were extremely lifelike, showing how obsessed the sculptor had been—how much care he had placed into creating them.

Liam explained, "so we were relieved of our duties." I ruffled Jordan's messy hair and he caught my hand. "I got you something," Jordan said hiding his hand behind his back and I eyed him curiously. "You got her a souvenir?" Creed sounded surprised and Jordan pulled out a doll with pins in it from behind his back. The doll had black hair and large green eyes. It was dressed in a little black outfit. "It's a voodoo doll of Creed," Jordan grinned and I laughed and took it from him. "It's so adorable," I said flicking the rag doll's nose.

The abuse she faced from a young age has messed her up so bad that her brain doesn't understand how bad of a situation she is in. He stops after who knows how many strikes, her body as completely given up on her, she tries to breathe with difficulty, leaning her whole body on the pillar. The pain is so excruciating, and it hurts more as she knows there's a satisfactory grin on his face. He comes in front of her, after stripping the black formal shirt and the black formal pants he had on. Alex takes off the tie that was tied around her torso and pushes her down on her knees. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes; he looks down at her with a playful smirk on his face. She slowly looks dow

She came closer and closer… At that critical moment, I summoned all my strength and used the sacred item in my hand to slice open my palm. Her fangs were less than an inch away from piercing my skin, but I suddenly raised my bleeding left hand and grabbed her. The blood from my palm smeared right onto its body. With a faint sizzling sound, the doll let out a silent shriek. Its body convulsed violently. I grinned, gripping its struggling form tightly with my blood-stained hand. "Got you, my dear cousin." A clear trace of terror appeared in the doll's glassy eyes. The next moment, I drove a steel needle that I had prepared in advance right into the top of its head. As soon as the needle pierce