Creepiest Doll Novels & Stories

Traces of blood dripped from her lips. What truly shocked the crowd was when the lifeless doll began to move as the blood dripped onto it. The doll came to life. It moved and twisted. It stretched its neck at an eerie angle, then it opened its mouth to lap up the blood dripping from Selene’s lips. The crowd was shocked to behold such a bizarre and horrible sight. They took a few steps backward. The crowd moved back. We were the only ones left standing. After the doll was exposed, Selene dropped her facade entirely. She glared at me.

“What the—Carissa, did you steal a cadaver from the anatomy lab?!” Her worldview shattered. Carissa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Researcher Reeves, you’re not paying attention. That’s not a cadaver.” “Not?” Harper rubbed her eyes and realized it wasn’t human. “What experiment is this?” While Harper looked skeptical, Carissa gazed at her creation like an artist admiring a masterpiece. “A new female-use doll!” she announced, grinning like a cartoon character. “One-to-one human anatomy reproduction—nerve endings, blood vessels, even pores! Isn’t it amazing?”

A little girl in a red dress. Her face glowed an eerie green, lips blood-red, eyes hollow. She hugged a doll and flashed a perfect, too-white smile. Pale like a porcelain doll. And honestly? Adorable. I'd never seen such a cute little girl before. She looked just like a princess from a castle. Then she reached out with an icy hand and grabbed me by the throat. I pulled her into a hug instead, grinning. "You're SO cute! Like a tiny angel." Then I caught a whiff of blood.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

I was also dry and spotless. Maybe it was just a dream. ‘I am an asshole…’ I covered my face with my hands. How could I have such a dream? Did I secretly wish for something like that to happen? “Cara, are you awake?” The pager in the coat hanging on the rack rang. I walked to the rack and took out the caller. “I just woke up. What’s going on?” Claire’s voice came with a smile. “We did it. We created a new, less toxic individual. Wiles is saved… I mean, I want to invite you to see the new synthetic creature. Your father is on his way back…”

They stopped when they saw her and moved away from the casket,beckoning her to come closer. An unknown peace came over her as she inhaled deeply and felt her horror and apprehension dissipate as she crossed the short distance between herself and the casket. Looking down,Beth stared at her own face. “How is this possible?”she asked,touching her hair,her face,her arms,as if to make sure she was still breathing and living.This was unbelievable.She was staring at her own corpse in morbid fascination. The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.