Creepypasta Tails Doll Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, Nikolai remained unbothered in his seat and watched how Tommaso would react to his gift. Inside the box was the rotting head of the man that he caught at the auction house. The very same man that touches his doll and the one he tortured. His eyes were still open, but the lenses had almost completely turned white, and his mouth was gaping as he gasped for what would be his final breath of anguish. It was gruesome to look at. His face had turned into a deep shade of purple and twisted grotesquely with all the cuts and wounds he acquired during the torture. On the side was his amputated finger that still had the ring on it.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

Darius carried the box to the table. Then carefully peeled back the tape. No sounds. No movement. Just an ordinary cardboard box. He lifted the lid. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Aurora immediately stood. "What is it?" Darius didn't answer. He simply stared at the contents. Aurora walked over. Then froze. Inside the box was a doll. But not an ordinary doll. Its face was stained and worn. Its eyes were different sizes. One side looked as though it had been deliberately damaged.

Just like that? Despite that, she couldn’t deny that he did indeed save her life. The others were still in the dark, so Claudia said, “Something’s weird about that tunnel. It’s very dangerous. I was almost sucked in by some sort of force.” Xerxes opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t. ‘To think that I thought of barging in just now…’ Alex took out two paper dolls and dropped two drops of blood on them. With a snap of his fingers, the two paper dolls immediately turned into humans. Not only did they look like they had flesh and blood, but they were also somewhat good-looking as well.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

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.

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