Novel & Cerita Creepy Scary Dolls

I said as I can feel my thighs began to stiff from the dry fluids on my skin that were left behind from both of the men I was confused “It looks normal to me but super creepy” “Yeah, well that’s because that doll is um” I had to scratch above my eyebrow “magical” “Magical?” “You see, When Beth first arrived here, poor thing didn’t talk she was scared out of her wits, plagued by night terrors every night, Henry Spent all his nights in her Room trying to sooth her to sleep but it didn’t work. No one knew how to help her, Well one night Logan must have been at his deep end with all the excessive crying and screaming night after night that came from her room, so one night he literally burst into

Her elderly voice came through, oddly cheerful, "I left something in your room. Open up so I can grab it." Something? What could that be? My eyes immediately locked on the small porcelain doll from earlier. My eyes went wide. The doll had turned around, and now, it was staring at me again with those creepy, dark eyes.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

She brings the box to her room and opens it. Andy, on the other hand, knitting his eyebrow when seeing Hai Rin's evil grin. After she opens the box. She takes out a toddler size doll with a scary face. Andy Lu almost jumps after seeing the doll. "Holy shit... Rin, where did you get this thing?" Andy asks her curiously. "Heh, scary isn't it?" she said with an evil grin on her face before she continues again "I bought it from an online website. I think this doll is genuine."

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

"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

The feeling of blood turning to ice in your veins. I stood and walked into the bedroom we had shared for five years. I opened the safe, pulled open the drawers. One by one, I took out the relics I had once treasured. The first self-defense dagger Rocco gave me, from a time when he couldn't afford a gun. The medal he'd pinned on my chest with red-rimmed eyes after I took a bullet for him. And the blueprints we had sketched late into the night, our grand plans for a Southmi business empire.

The darkness moulded into a silhouette in front of a man, tall and hidden by the shadows. A scream escaped her mouth when her eyes landed on his eyes sparking with red crimson colour. The room around her started to feel claustrophobic and started to decrease in size as he walked closer to her. Amara panted as she strangled to scramble away but before she could move an inch, an unknown force shackled her limbs to the floor, her teary eyes blurred and panic gripped her hard making your breathing shallow. The man neared her and his hellish fiery eyes scared her. She watched him as he crouched over her unmoving frame.

Lance whispered. "I'll haunt you if we die here." I huffed, he just laughed. "Boo!" Someone said while grabbing my arm. I screamed. "It's one thing to watch it and another to be in it. I want to leave." I sighed. "One more door and we will leave." We went to this hallway that was really creepy. How long has this house been abandoned? We entered a bedroom and it looked extremely creepy. Dolls everywhere. And they were porcelain ones. I hate those. Remind me of Chucky. We turned away and just as we were about to leave someone said.