Doll Stories Scary Novels & Stories

They all found his creepy moans and groans as he drinks his feed's blood like a psychopath. While Rachel cried and kept on puking out of disgut. She witnessed everything. They shouldn't have brought this demon to this world. They shouldn't haave created a way to open a portal to hell. Everyone in this town are driven by madness and greed and power and stupid ambitions. Figuratively and literally speaking, they're all personifications of the word evil. SHANE'S HEART suddenly raced as chills runs down his spine. It's been six hours and they finally reach the entrance of the forest. He slowed down a little.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

From the odd symbols on the wall to the strange box in front of her, Xyla realized more and more that she didn’t know who Emily really was. Her gaze unintentionally shifted to another drawer beside her. She saw another red doll in the shape of a human as well as a red booklet. Xyla’s name was sewn onto the doll. She immediately frowned slightly before picking the doll up. Then, Xyla discovered that not only was her name sewn onto the doll, but the large bunch of symbols she was earlier were also sewn onto it. Xyla turned the doll around to look at its back. Likewise, her name and weird symbols were also sewn onto the back of the doll.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I whispered sharply, looking around the scenery. "Lily seriously Annabelle? Babe I don't think Annabelle growls." He chuckled. " Yes she does. I saw it in the recent movie they released." I respond afraid that it actually was the evil doll. "Whatever, it's a movie Lily, it's not real." He tried to ease my mind. " That's what you think, But there are some scary movies that are based on true stories if you must know." I claimed and gripped him tighter. The growling stopped and out came a dog who looked like it was starving. Shit mother of Jesus please save us from this beast. It was growling viciously, gaining on us. Asher tensed up before holding on to me tightly.

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

What was this secret compartment of some sort doing in my room? I was shocked to see a doll made of wood. I am no witch but my involvement in magic as a healer made me know voodoo stuff when I saw one. This doll, although I could not sense it, had been spelled and it was used to eavesdrop on people. Why would someone want to hear my discussion? To the best of my knowledge, everyone here was a werewolf. Who could have placed this here and for what purpose? Gray, I needed to contact Gray about this immediately. I hid the doll in the toolbox and transported it to my workshop where I indeed confirmed from one of my books what it was. It was evening by the time when Gray was done with the meeting

One glance was all it took for her blood to turn to ice. Beneath a yellow bulb, a doll floated in midair. Its traditional robe fluttered without a breeze. Thick white makeup caked its face, and the red accents around its eyes and lips gleamed ominously in the dim light. Two black glass eyes held no reflection, radiating a cold that seeped into her bones—as if the doll were staring directly into her. A sharp scream tore from her throat. Terror washed over her in a wave. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, her face turned chalk-white, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.