Creepy Doll Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

I turned around to find the source of the voice The guy who was standing there was smirking at me he had pale skin beautiful ice-blue eyes and jet-black hair with beautiful lips "Who are you?" He smirked in my direction "common cupcake why don't we take a walk I'll tell you everything you wanna know " "Who are you?" I asked again He started walking towards me I started stepping back He is extremely good looking but he is a creeper "common cupcake come with me," he said in a melodious voice with glowing eyes What the! Is he trying to hypnotize me? That's when I heard a howl in the distance "guess we have an unwanted guest," the creeper said sadly

Breaking people, spilling blood, ruling my kingdom in peace. But no, I'm here. Hovering over this perfect fucking doll, watching her sleep. I lean in closer, dipping my head beside hers, lips just a breath away from her ear. I inhale deep. The vanilla scent crawls under my skin, coils around my spine, and grips me by the throat. "You'll be mine soon, doll face," I whisper, "and when that happens, you'll never be able to escape me."

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

Stepping out of my dorm room always seems to lead to a payday. I am in a great mood as I head back up to Room 306. But the second my fingers touch the doorknob, my instincts kick in. Hmm? I push the door open. The living room is completely dark and dead silent. To a normal person, it would seem totally empty. But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space.

"You are merely a clockwork doll that has learned to scream. You are a melody played on a broken string." He gestured, and the shadows in the room groaned. The stone floor beneath Cattleya began to sweat blood, the red fluid pooling around her boots, smelling of iron and ancient, stagnant graves. From the pools, elongated, skeletal hands”pale and frantic”reached up to latch onto her ankles. They were the husks of her past cycles, the discarded failures of the nursery, their eyes hollowed-out sockets weeping dark, viscous ichor. Cattleya felt the cold dread of them, the suffocating weight of a thousand identical deaths dragging at her resolve. She looked down, her gaze icy. The silver filamen

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.

"Let's see some dryad ass! Give us the siren!" "Yeah, quit jerkin' us around, Drew! I wanna see some succubus pussy! " "DJ said she's like a quarter elf or something!" Mousy—I mean, Drew—squeaked, pointing at me as I tried to get momentum enough to pull off a Teddy. What was I, a zoo animal? "See her eyes! They're all types of fucked up!"