Creepy Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

I whispered, and with a nod we slipped inside. The apartment-style suite was weird. The humming coming from an old-fashioned radio on the nightstand, playing some kind of static-filled tune that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on the end. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly crisp as if no one had slept in it. But what really caught my eye was the collection of… dolls? “Okay, this is officially creepy,” Laura whispered, her eyes fixed on a shelf lined with porcelain dolls, each one staring ahead. “Let’s get out of here.”

She said, "There was that obvious tombstone at the door, and we see this right after coming in. Maybe the tool for exorcism is around here..." She gave the dummy a squeeze and said, "A silicone doll? It looks like a sex toy. Where do you think they get this from..." Cyrus was speechless. "Hahahahaha, what was she thinking of?! I didn't think of it that way if she hadn't said it!" Suggestive and teasing comments popped up. "The doll is so realistic. I think it costs tens of thousands of dollars... Did they spend so much on a prop? The show must have quite the budget! What brand is it? Could they let us know? I want to buy one... for research purposes..."

There was a simulated doll in the box. The doll's eyes were gouged out, leaving only a white part. There was a long cut on its stomach, which was sewed with hemp ropes. It was all blood, and its fingers had sharp nails. Baby Doll was too lifelike. No matter how smart Henric was or how bold he was, he was still a child. Seeing such a thing, she was so scared that she screamed.

Intricate harnesses, designed to bind and adorn. Sculpted toys in every shape and size, some elegant and slender, others thick and terrifyingly potent. A few shelves lined on the corner— sleek, black-red and gleaming. Stocked with an array of toys: vibrators, dildos, riding crops, nipple clamps, and there were whips coiled like serpents, soft leather floggers with braided ends, and paddles that promised both pain and pleasure. Some were elegant, some intimidating, all of them whispered one thing, a siren song to my newly awakened core: submission.

It wasn't until a loud thump echoed through the silent night that she jumped up in horror and turned around. The head fell again, she thought. The last project of hers had been a life-size wooden doll that she had worked hard to make it look like Medusa, but unfortunately, it turned out a bit deformed. Her parents had proposed to bring the doll to her uncle's farm to scare the crows in the fields... Needless to say, Ryder felt quite offended by such a proposal.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

“Voodoo!” the lady screamed, as another identical doll had been placed inside her gift box. The MC stopped mid-action, her face turning pale as everyone’s angry gaze locked on her. “What the fvck did you do?!” they yelled, and she stepped backwards in fear. “We request Aurelia now!” everyone screamed. Holding the doll, I felt a sharp prick, the needle slipped into my finger, and the doll crashed to the ground. It split open, revealing paper stuffed inside like intestines. It looked disgusting, and inhumane.

I nodded. "Oh, yeah, she's five. And just so you know they aren't as lovely as you may think. In fact, just the other day Taylor dragged me to the store to buy her present and did you know that there are sexy costumes for babies? People are sick." he hummed so I took it as a good sign and proceed. "Oh and the dolls? Most of them scared the shit out of me. With those eyes and things. There were also those little- "

When they finally groaned open, a thick cloud of musty air drifted out. Cobwebs hung like curtains in the entryway. I ducked instinctively, swatting the air. “Charming,” I muttered. The interior was dim and heavy with dust. To the left were carved stone nameplates worn by time. On the right, urns sat along a shelf—three of them behind dusty glass. Inside each display case was a child’s toy. “That’s just sad,” I murmured. Sarah stepped closer, peering at the doll behind the glass. “Okay, that’s officially the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

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?