Creepypasta Tails Doll Novels & Stories

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.

It was just the voice. I didn’t ask questions anymore. Not the ones that mattered. Why is this happening? What are you really? What am I becoming? Because I already knew the answers. He was everywhere. He was inside me, in ways I hadn’t figured out how to separate. And now, apparently, the doll was his little mouthpiece. Interesting. “Creepy,” I muttered, picking her up by the waist. I carried her back to the cabinet, ignoring the way my fingers tingled on contact and the thrum in my blood that said she likes it here.

The way she dared to look at him—tired, shaking, ruined, yet still refusing to bow—sent something ruthless and possessive clawing up his throat. The length of his tail tightened subtly between her thighs, a silent declaration. He stepped closer, shadows peeling off him like smoke— And the air itself felt the shift, trembling between them. She smirked. She made him angry. Good. She was feeling triumphant, ready to tease him some more. But before she could open her mouth, the pointed end of his tail pushed inside her. “Apollo!” she screamed in surprise. The point was dull. Thank the gods. But the tail was shaped like a spade. Pointed tip, expanding out to a rounded end before thinning to the s

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.

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

Kathleen's terror intensified as the girl began to hum a chilling lullaby: "Hmmm... tili-tili bom... zakroy glaza skoreye. Kto-to khodit za oknom... i stuchitsya v dveri." The blood in the girl's eyes trickled down her cheeks. Kathleen's legs trembled as she tried to back away, but her body refused to obey. The girl’s humming grew louder: "Tili-tili bom... krichit nochnaya ptitsa. On uzhe probraisya v dom. K tem, komu ne spitsya." The girl's smile faded into a blank stare. "Come with me, Sam..." she began, but her words were cut off as a pair of hands, dripping with black, greasy liquid, pulled her into the floor, leaving only the creepy doll behind.

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

She came closer and closer… At that critical moment, I summoned all my strength and used the sacred item in my hand to slice open my palm. Her fangs were less than an inch away from piercing my skin, but I suddenly raised my bleeding left hand and grabbed her. The blood from my palm smeared right onto its body. With a faint sizzling sound, the doll let out a silent shriek. Its body convulsed violently. I grinned, gripping its struggling form tightly with my blood-stained hand. "Got you, my dear cousin." A clear trace of terror appeared in the doll's glassy eyes. The next moment, I drove a steel needle that I had prepared in advance right into the top of its head. As soon as the needle pierce

Its arms were folded over its bare chest, long dark fingers and claws that didn’t seem meant only to cut but to suck. The legs, muscular, ended in deformed feet with raised heels and curved claws. But what caught the most attention was the tail: long, alive, with black blades at the end, reminiscent of the scythe of a vengeful entity. A symbol of death that slithered like a serpent. It was curled in a fetal position, floating, as if trapped between the world and something worse. Sasha approached slowly, his amber eyes lit with hungry curiosity. “What the fuck is this?” he whispered.