Creepy Doll Creepypasta Novels & Stories

(4). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 4: Creaks... . ~~Lyla Drew~~ I walked out of my room hurriedly shutting the door behind me. I’m not taking any chances. Walking downstairs, I paused hearing a creaky sound in the upstairs floorboard. Don’t think about it, Lyla. This house is old, it has creaks all the time. I assured myself while heading downstairs and then to the dining room where Klaus was already waiting for me.

The girl smiled crookedly and jumped over the reptilian, leaving him confused but the other reptilians joined and ran behind her. The guy ran into one of the streets in the ruined city to hide, meanwhile; the girl crossed random streets to give his companion some time to manage the things before their departure. It’s not the first time that someone from the underworld tried to conquer the ruined and now the creepers are aware of them. She looked back and cursed, “shit!! They are still behind!!!” From the corner of her eye, she noticed something unusual approaching her. It took a while to realise that a level 2 creeper has joined the chat. The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enoug

there were a few creepy antique dolls stop his old antique bookshelf, framed old photos that were neither him or his parents, curiosities,a broken skull and what the heck? who would want to sleep beneath a blanket with the illustration of a naked frightened mermaid? the therapist snooped on a drawer, found odd boxes and candles. "hate to tell you this."Mrs Cain said"as badly as I miss him I detest being in his room.it reminds me of everything..." Dr montoya smiled"he's a goth kid." "I know, I know. that's the scarier thing, isn't it?" there were dream catchers, more animal skulls on the window , dead tree branches and dried roses.

Of course, besides voodoo dolls, some other merchandise saw a booming rise in sales, too… ahem, ahem… Certain artists and writers of refined taste felt just as inspired as their journalist comrades and started to pump out some questionable drawings and writings that brought endless joy to fujo–ahem, a special part of the female population… *** In the dead of night, after all of the bedroom lights had been extinguished, deep within the Cordia manor, a dark figure emerged from the cover of shadows. Its steps made no sound as it floated down the hall of the deathly still manor like a ghost. With steely determination, an unwavering heart, and a clear goal in mind, it slowly honed in on its targe

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.

Al said. "And what are they?" Serena asked. "Arachnes are supernatural creatures who have abilities similar to those of spiders." Al answer. "Correct Al, who else." Another male student raised up his hand. "Yes James." "We have the Crocotta creatures." "And what are they?" Serena asked. "Crocottas can mimic any person's voice to lure their victims out so they can feed. They feed on souls." James answered correctly. "Very good James, who else again?" This time around, a girl raised up her hand.

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books. The doll approached the bed on unsteady legs, its small feet pattering against the wooden floor. Up close, its lifeless face unnerved her, painted lips frozen in a perpetual smile. But those eyes burned with something hungry, something not of this world. A dark spirit, Lila thought wildly, her mind racing to the fantasy tales she loved. The doll climbed onto the bed, its tiny hands reaching out. They were cold, smooth porcelain against her warm skin as it crawled toward her. Lila recoiled, pulling the sheet up like a shield.

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

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"