Creepiest Doll Novels & Stories

Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen. Everybody in the house had gone to watch a movie in the theatre. Alexander had gone to meet his friends. Amara was alone in the enormous palace. She stared at Princess Veronica's picture. "Is the monster still buried in the sepulchre? It is too long a time....three hundred years. Does he still stay there without using his evil powers? He shouldn't ever come out. But what if he does?" Amara mutters her anxious words standing before the princes's picture.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

“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.

I whispered, and with a nod we slipped inside. The apartment-style suite was weird. The humming coming from an old-fashioned radio on the nightstand, playing some kind of static-filled tune that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on the end. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly crisp as if no one had slept in it. But what really caught my eye was the collection of… dolls? “Okay, this is officially creepy,” Laura whispered, her eyes fixed on a shelf lined with porcelain dolls, each one staring ahead. “Let’s get out of here.”

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.

“Let’s go.” They walked forward down a dimly lit hallway and soon found themselves at another door. Without pausing, they pushed this one open as well and found it led out onto a sort of platform, which hung roughly two stories above a large, open room filled with old-looking machines. To Tina, they seemed hulking and almost dangerous in the dim light, like prehistoric predators waiting to strike. Almost haphazardly, unfinished dolls lay on the machines, some missing arms or legs, some unpainted and, most disturbingly to Tina, some lacking the mask that would give them a face, leaving the synthetic eyes to almost float in an empty head cavity.

She threaded her memories, then recalling how she had witness a kidnapping and the silver haired man who suddenly appeared before her, putting her to sleep! Where was she?! Josie jumped from the bed at once, pushing away the thick duvet that had covered her body. As her feet landed on the cold floor, she looked to her left where she didn’t notice the small creature that had been waiting for her to wake up from her dream. “AAAAA!!!” A loud scream erupted from Josie’s lips as she fell backward to the bed, staring at the moving doll that stared its wide blue eyes toward her. The doll was made from porcelain. Its creamy skin gleamed as the light beside her hits her body and although her face app

The cup webs, the skeleton, the zombies, vampires. They entered inside the boat and Terrick row it, was scary music playing in the background. " This isn't bad, in fact it's not scary at all ahhhh” Catrina scream when a zombie doll fell on her lap with blood dropping out of its mouth '' calm down Kitten, it's just a doll” Terrick attempt to suppress the laughter which was bubbling up in his chest. " I know it's only a doll and I know you want to laugh” They step down from the boat and began walking. “ Come play with us, forever” some twin girls pop out of nowhere asking them to play with them.

I think we all need some water to drink and because this place isn't so familiar with us, there is no way we can find a lake easily. "It's open." Diane said then slowly pushed the door, she looked around first before going in. We both followed her until we entered the house. The first thing that caught my attention was the decorations around this house. There are some small dolls in every corner of this house, and they aren't just a typical doll a kid will play with. These dolls look like they are real, like they are alive. "This is a creepy one." Diane blurted out after seeing what's around her, she was currently looking at the jars where different kinds of species were. I don't know those

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.