Creepy Doll Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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."

“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?”

"If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…" I pushed him down. He tried to resist, but I tapped his cheek lightly and leaned close to his ear. "Good boy. You should listen to your master." Chad froze, and the composure in his eyes immediately vanished. Lust clouded his gaze. "Who smeared the screen? I can't see anything!" "Wait, Vanessa is a succubus? When did she become one?" "No wonder the story is so different now. Turn on the lights! I want to see her tail!"

"The rules are simple; Don't get found, and you won't die." My fingers trembled slightly. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it resurfaced almost instantaneously. "Medusa turns players to stone with eye contact." "The Reaper harvest souls upon contact with his soul cutter." "Dracula may choose to kill or turn players into thralls, but who are we kidding, he would probably kill you all." Panic exploded in my chest. "No… no… this is an impossible situation!" "I'm dead! We're all dead!"

"The kernels of me which existed since the origin of space and time, finally found a way to the entrance of the plane of eternal consciousness. This very moment will loop over and over in this perpetual eternity. There will never be a rest nor there will be an escape. Fear is the only shelter. Pain, the ultimate outcome. The concept alone is gut-wrenching." "Fortunately enough, the lenght of human life has yet passed the barrier of insignificance. So, I latch on to the belief that my entire being is composed of stories, of cravings, of strivings, of frugal desires of the future. In regards to that tiny, abstract, immature, soothing belief, I once again bid everyone present here the wishes of

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.”

said Candy. “You keep saying your master; does that mean I’m your master now?” “Yes, but there are a few things you need to know about me. I am a Succubus, a Spawn of Hell. I can be anyone you want me to be, and I’m your bodyguard,” replied Candy. “My bodyguard; so you were the last reaper’s bodyguard as well?” “Yes, I was.” “Well, you suck,” said Dale. “Yes, and very well I’m told,” replied Candy.

The creepiest part was that there was a faint red glow in its dark eye sockets, making it seem extremely creepy. Luna could not help but grab Alex’s hand. Her palm was slightly sweating as she said, “Don’t be afraid, isn’t this just a dead skeletal ghost? My sister is an expert ghost hunter, and I’ve seen this kind of thing many times.” Alex could feel the sweat in her palm. He said, “Don’t shake your hand when you speak. Otherwise, it will betray your inner fear.” “My fear? You really know how to spew nonsense!” Luna took out the Sky-Devil Zither from her mind palace and was ready to attack.

Enough for her to be able to work in the underworld, but not enough for her to ever be accepted as one of us. "Hélène?" I called out into the small but neat room. Despite the size of the servants quarters here, she had made the space feel surprising homely. A small sofa sat in the middle of one wall, a nest of tables beside it with a pretty crocheted doyley placed on top of it. A coffee table sat in the middle of the room, a vase filled with dried flowers. Fresh flowers was not something easily found in the underworld, mainly due to lack of sunshine to grow them, and dislike for humans to ever want to surface to obtain them.

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.