Creepypasta Tails Doll Novels & Stories

"You are merely a clockwork doll that has learned to scream. You are a melody played on a broken string." He gestured, and the shadows in the room groaned. The stone floor beneath Cattleya began to sweat blood, the red fluid pooling around her boots, smelling of iron and ancient, stagnant graves. From the pools, elongated, skeletal hands”pale and frantic”reached up to latch onto her ankles. They were the husks of her past cycles, the discarded failures of the nursery, their eyes hollowed-out sockets weeping dark, viscous ichor. Cattleya felt the cold dread of them, the suffocating weight of a thousand identical deaths dragging at her resolve. She looked down, her gaze icy. The silver filamen

Figures would flash before her for seconds, giving her just enough time for them to register (but not nearly enough time to process) what she was seeing. A teenage girl, sitting at a rickety table, sewing. A horrible creature, made of cloth and wire, tottering across the floor of an opulent mansion. A spinning ballerina music box. The dancer's face painted to resemble the Black Dahlia. Two more teenagers, a boy and a girl, that looked strangely alike, dressed in odd, old time clothing, painting on a church wall. “Alright, I've figured out the demon put something nasty into that potion, and I'm seeing things, but where is this crap coming from?” Janice queried the wolf.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Thomas did the same, until the grease glistened all around them. A great shape bowled into the group, scattering them. Claire was knocked backwards and landed heavily on her backside. Thomas and Edna were sent beyond the circle, the grease giving their trajectory momentum. Trevor collapsed as a great weight landed on him, and as he looked up he saw a wriggling black creature with many legs, and great, writhing tentacles that were made of snakes, their heads hissing like heavy rain upon Tarmac. The creature had two heads—two faces—each a one a twisted parody of Cotteridge and Melville.

there were a few creepy antique dolls stop his old antique bookshelf, framed old photos that were neither him or his parents, curiosities,a broken skull and what the heck? who would want to sleep beneath a blanket with the illustration of a naked frightened mermaid? the therapist snooped on a drawer, found odd boxes and candles. "hate to tell you this."Mrs Cain said"as badly as I miss him I detest being in his room.it reminds me of everything..." Dr montoya smiled"he's a goth kid." "I know, I know. that's the scarier thing, isn't it?" there were dream catchers, more animal skulls on the window , dead tree branches and dried roses.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross. And of course, the sex doll had Flora's exact face and body shape. It was even wearing the same nightgown. There was tissue and plastic in a corner of the room, there were some weird machines too. Flora guessed it right: Claude was also the one who made that doll, that creepy masterpiece. To that point, Flora had used all the braveness she had. The truth was clear: Claude is as sick as Jack. Maybe even worse. Flora's mind was thinking about one only thing: She has to run away before the painted desires turn to real d

"She also likes to try and possess you if you sleep. If she can knock you out, she may take off in your body." "Too bad I left my helmet in my other house with my other monsters," Mike muttered. The front room had been torn apart, all except for the doll on the shelf. Its sad eyes looked into Mike's when he picked it up. Staring at the creepy little doll in its dress, Mike wondered if it was wearing any underwear. "Bring that with us," Cecilia said, her body hovering over the mess. "The last thing we want is for her to hide it away in case she does go back."

I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest still heaving as the adrenaline coursed through me. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I didn’t know how long we sat there, his arms wrapped around me as I clung to him like a lifeline. My words died in my throat when I saw it. A doll. It sat in the corner of the hallway, its porcelain face cracked, its glassy eyes staring blankly at me. And its stomach— Its stomach was split open, its insides spilling out like a grotesque parody of blood and guts.