Creepiest Doll Novels & Stories

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to

"Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?" The baby doll tilted her head in a creepy way, as if she had understood my words. Blood began to flow faster and faster from her eyes. Her expression grew more grotesque, and tiny hands began reaching out from her mouth one by one. I was so scared that I dropped to the ground, sitting on my butt. Then, my thoughts got even stranger. "Isn't she going to puke with so many hands scratching at her throat?" The doll's huge eyes held a flicker of confusion. At the next moment, the storm clouds burst, and rain began to pour down in heavy drops.

There was a thick layer of dust inside the room because no one had entered for nearly two decades. Olympias had the impression that she didn’t know where to begin. “It’s right there,” Slaine said as he pointed to the wooden box on the bookshelf. “All right.” Olympias nodded. She walked toward the wooden box and took it down. When she opened the box, it was the same as if she had opened the ancient sheepskin scroll that sealed the devil. The first thing that caught her attention was a doll made of straw. Numerous needles were piercing the doll’s body, and its face was hideous and gloomy. When Olympias saw this doll again after nearly two decades, it still gave her the creeps.

Crack! Harvey crushed the second layer of the pagoda. “This is a rock with a psychedelic scent. It’s fine to smell this for a short period of time, but exposure to long periods of time will lead to a mental disorder. Even if death doesn’t come soon after, it would lead to loss of control of one’s entire body.” Crack! Harvey crushed the third layer of the pagoda. “Aside from that, there’s also a cursed doll in this layer.”

Father lord protect your son, what is happening to me, I stood scarily and made to run upstairs to my room when a heavy wind blew and my door opened automatically and everywhere became dark. I fell scarily on a couch behind me, I began to hear some horrendous sound after some seconds everywhere became bright and what I saw was the most terrifying animal I have ever seen. I felt like I'm watching a horror film. This is a bat in front of me but not just a bat, one side of it was a female vampire's face while the other side was a bat's face. This is damn scary. Father lord help me!. TBC.

He realized what she was looking at. “Yes, I think this might be an excellent subject for your blog. I didn’t realize this doll is an actual antique with a story. She’s haunted by a little girl who first owned her. Or so the story says. The little girl was from an unhappy home and she died of scarlet fever in the late 1800s. Now she haunts her favourite doll and looks for a loving family.” “What a sad story. Do you believe it’s true? That it’s really haunted? Do you think it’s a story that’s been used to exploit the hauntings?” Benjamin sat the food on the table and came to sit beside his wife as they looked at the papers and toys.

Feeling something hard in it, I grasped it and pulled it out only to throw it back into the water while I stumbled backwards due to fright. I landed on the cold bathroom floor, crawling away from it. It was a very creepy, bloody doll with big, vacant dark eyes and a manic grin on its face. I let out a bloodcurdling scream at its sight. It was staring at me with her wreaked evil smile which could send me running for the hills. Suddenly, the lights went out and I screamed even louder, if that was possible. I got up with difficulty and ran towards the door and yanked it open.

When they finally groaned open, a thick cloud of musty air drifted out. Cobwebs hung like curtains in the entryway. I ducked instinctively, swatting the air. “Charming,” I muttered. The interior was dim and heavy with dust. To the left were carved stone nameplates worn by time. On the right, urns sat along a shelf—three of them behind dusty glass. Inside each display case was a child’s toy. “That’s just sad,” I murmured. Sarah stepped closer, peering at the doll behind the glass. “Okay, that’s officially the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Now, standing in this elevator, facing Damien’s cold stare, a rage I’d never felt before burned in my chest. He walked toward us slowly. Each step was a claim of ownership. "A perfect piece of porcelain," his voice was a low hiss. "Such a shame it breaks so easily." He stopped in front of me. He reached out to touch my face. "But it's still my porcelain to break."

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.