Creepy Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

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.

Others had scriptures tattooed across their shaved heads, old prayers written in languages that looked as if they might cut the tongue that spoke them. And behind them, filling every shadowed arch and rising tier, stood the creatures of Hell itself. Demons with skin like polished obsidian, like ash, like deep blue stone, like molten copper. Creatures with antlers instead of horns, with tails coiling around their ankles, with eyes glowing green, white, violet, red. Some were beautiful enough to look carved from temptation itself. Others were monstrous in ways that made beauty seem like a childish concern. Scales, feathers, fangs, claws, smoke-veiled faces, living shadows and halo-like rings o

I'm currently in the state of dilemma, torn between disposing the doll or holding on to it so Persefoni can get it of it herself. I may not know about magic, but I do know that in some scenerio, someone's spirit is linked to creepy dolls like this. I do not know whose spirit this particular doll is housing, or if it's housing any spirit at all.

It’s Charlie not Brenda* “Oh! Sorry Author. I forgot her name too soon but Brenda fits her nice, or maybe we could call her Karen lol. She’s not a Karen cause she’s hot” Okay. Brenda, Sorry. Charlie, yes Charlie did a wonderful Job, I’m beginning to like her already The creepy doll made it’s way to Aaron and stopped. The lullaby's pace kept reducing and as it came to a close a deep horror voice bellowed Watch out!! “Jesus! What was that!” Arabella screamed “Aaron are you alright?” Cassie asked. A few seconds ago, after we heard the voice shout watch out we all ducked while some folks hid behind a wall.

Describe to me what you’re seeing. Chains, Rusted chains, on the floor and hanging from the ceiling. There’s a rack with tools on it. I see something that looks like zip ties. There are missing person fliers on the bulletin board. There’s dust everywhere. It smells like old fabric in here. Oh god! There’s dried blood on the floor. I don’t know how old that stain is. As I get closer to the stairs, I see a rack of dolls. There’s a clown doll in the corner and another doll. I think they’re watching me! As I move, their eyes follow me. Doctor help me!

I do not have any concrete idea of what he had seen on my face that made him nod in agreement and accept our invitation. We settled on our respective seats in the living room, and the horror movie was now rolling on the screen. The title of the movie was called Melpomene: Demonic Doll, and it was very terrifying and convincing. The characters were superb, you could actually believe that everything that was happening in the movie was all real. And the doll was beautiful at first, but turned out it was a possessed doll where a tormented soul was living inside its body as a vessel to reincarnate in a child's body. What's more deathly scary about the movie is that Melpomene, the doll, was hummin

Our attention was steal by Cassandra who suddenly scream from the nowhere part of the house. We were about to look for her when she suddenly came out while gasping for air. I quickly ran towards her and held her shoulders when she started to lose her balance. "Hey! Cassandra, what happened?" She looks at me with a pale lips. "I saw a cockroach! Eww!" I mentally just rolled my eyes at Cassandra's reason. "And a voodoo dolls!" She screamed. Voodoo dolls? "You went inside señora Amor's room?" Mang Andoy asked.

Also, it was still a little bit cold. After a while the ghost in front of the siblings began to change its shape, form, and size. There's a time when the heads of the girl and the scary doll shifts and when the girl's head turns to 360 degrees. But the most nerve-tingling stuff is when the scary doll merges with the little girl's body, forming a huge scary monster that has red eyes as red as blood, messy hair, razor-sharp teeth covered with blood, and long pointy nails. "Helppp!!!" the two shouted in a still terrified voice. They ran towards Raine and grabbed her out the room.

CALLING ME TO COME TO HIM. As I get closer, I can hear his voice clearer, I felt controlled. My brain had no idea what was going on. It's just my body moving. Before I realize what is going on, I was climbing a tree. A hand grabbed me and I fell on the cement. I blinked and opened my head as I moaned. I quickly touched my hand to see if I had a wound in my head. I stand up and hold my head. I didn't notice a little girl standing and facing me, cuddling a weird doll tight in her arms. It was made of yarn and some ropes. Two black buttons stitched in the crochet ball resemble the eyes and a stitched smile. The body was made of ropes and it has no dress at all. The doll has short bangs, showin