Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Tails Doll

The sudden kiss caught me by surprise, but I did my best to control my heartbeat and breathing so I looked like an actual doll. He pulled back and started kissing downward. Then he tore my clothes off. That madman! Where was the tail? Come on, show up already! As if hearing my quiet wish, Nathaniel's legs turned into a serpent's tail, and it took up all the space on the bed. The tail slithered up my ankle, caressed my skin, and moved further upward. I shivered. Couldn't help it. "I bought you tons of toys just to make you happy, babe." He touched me. "So, do you want the toys, or my tail?"

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

“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.

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

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.

I wasn't certain which but I was sure I had seen them. “So you are saying you saw a four headed beast with four tails in your room?" Marcel said in a sarcastic tone. I could tell he thinks I am speaking crazy. “Yes_No...I mean, it was dark so I didn't really see how it's body looks like, so I don't really know if it has four heads or four tails but those faces and eyes. The blue and yellow ones. I have seen them before. They were glowy. It must be real. You have to believe me," I said and I don't know why I was desperate for him to believe me.

I guessed that weird sound came from these things after all. Seeing nothing dangerous, I turned to leave. That was when my eyes caught something odd on the top shelf of the desk. It was a little straw doll, crudely made from dried grass, dangling from a hook. Its eyes were pitch-black beads, and three embroidery needles were stabbed into the top of its head. Right through the chest, a large pushpin was brutally jammed into a red heart. A voodoo doll? A curse doll? Why the hell would Tracy have something like this?

“What the—Carissa, did you steal a cadaver from the anatomy lab?!” Her worldview shattered. Carissa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Researcher Reeves, you’re not paying attention. That’s not a cadaver.” “Not?” Harper rubbed her eyes and realized it wasn’t human. “What experiment is this?” While Harper looked skeptical, Carissa gazed at her creation like an artist admiring a masterpiece. “A new female-use doll!” she announced, grinning like a cartoon character. “One-to-one human anatomy reproduction—nerve endings, blood vessels, even pores! Isn’t it amazing?”

But the incubus wasn’t done. *“Not yet, weaver. You opened the door. Now I want to play.”* The phantom cock withdrew with a wet, obscene sound only she could hear. Before she could catch her breath, something new pressed against her, thicker at the base, tapered, slick with what felt like molten oil. A tail. Long, sinuous, ridged all the way down. It pushed into her ass without mercy. Elara’s eyes flew wide. “Wait fuck too big…!”