Creepypasta Tails Doll Novels & Stories

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

They stopped when they saw her and moved away from the casket,beckoning her to come closer. An unknown peace came over her as she inhaled deeply and felt her horror and apprehension dissipate as she crossed the short distance between herself and the casket. Looking down,Beth stared at her own face. “How is this possible?”she asked,touching her hair,her face,her arms,as if to make sure she was still breathing and living.This was unbelievable.She was staring at her own corpse in morbid fascination. The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her.

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.”

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

Almost haphazardly, unfinished dolls lay on the machines, some missing arms or legs, some unpainted and, most disturbingly to Tina, some lacking the mask that would give them a face, leaving the synthetic eyes to almost float in an empty head cavity. “Jesus Christ,” the older man muttered. “Pretty disturbing, huh?” The college boy replied with a grin on his face, taking pleasure in the man’s discomfort. “There's a staircase over here leading down.” Glasses-Girl pointed in the direction of it. “I don't really want to go down there.” Martha gulped fearfully. “I don't think we have much of a choice.” College boy responded with a touch of fear present in his tone, not quite sure if this is what

Dolores waited for the bone-chilling forehead blood edition doodle calmly but it felt as if the hand didn't prefer her surrendering and forcefully grabbed her hair tugging her skull like a toy rattle. With this abrupt action, Dolores could finally hear the particularly magnetic and unusual chuckle of a woman. If this was normal times, Dolores would moreover joke how handsome this woman's voice is but presently, it simply made her feel creepy as shit. Dolores felt that the creature behind her lost curiosity and let go of her hair, this time when Dolores courageously peeked around, there was nothing. What the hell is going on? The only outcome a girl in her eighteen's could provide is..wasn't

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.

Mate. My wolf howled in my head, fighting to take over, but I couldn’t, not when Clara had no idea, though she would doubt it soon enough. At least I could just give them my virginity, because after today I might not see them again. They had jet-black curly hair that fell on their faces, making them look more striking than ever. They looked so identical one could barely tell the difference, but I could. I approached them, my chest hammering, not even responding to Clara. I guess I was really into them.

So what did she do? Ordered a custom doll that was basically David 2.0. Oh, and she slid a chunk of his seventh rib inside it—because nothing said "soulmate" like carrying a piece of someone's skeleton in your plushie. And no, she wasn't just fake-dating it. The third batch of videos came from our home security. Since the day that thing showed up, I was banished to the study. Every night, she'd strip down and curl up with it, getting herself off.