Doll Stories Scary Novels & Stories

“ Calm! “ He held the same face, caressing it. “ Let's go there, come on. He held my shaking hand and we went to the store together. We entered the store and he stared, not understanding. The store was silent, as if nothing had happened. “ Sasha… “ There was a doll here... “ I approached the shelf where the blood”stained doll was. “ She was here! Marlon remained silent and looked around, looking for the doll. “ There was a doll that was broken on the floor, another was stained with blood and another that was moving... “ He said, not believing that all of it had disappeared. “ Baby, I don't think anything... there's nothing wrong with the store! “ When I arrived there were two dolls sitting o

Sloane's Pov I woke up with a jolt and I looked around my surrounding. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming my frightened heart. I had just woken up from a terrifying nightmare which I hadn't had for a while now. Reeling from the fear, I reached out for the light switch by the side of my bed and put it on. As the light filled my massive room, my gaze scoured round as I searched for the unknown. Then I let out a relieved sigh because I found no one...

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

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

That warning. Serenity Hills. Her room. Something here was seriously, terrifyingly wrong.

A little girl in a red dress. Her face glowed an eerie green, lips blood-red, eyes hollow. She hugged a doll and flashed a perfect, too-white smile. Pale like a porcelain doll. And honestly? Adorable. I'd never seen such a cute little girl before. She looked just like a princess from a castle. Then she reached out with an icy hand and grabbed me by the throat. I pulled her into a hug instead, grinning. "You're SO cute! Like a tiny angel." Then I caught a whiff of blood.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

The panic on his face and the fear in his eyes were things I had never seen before. The world seemed to fall silent, with the only thing I could hear being his heavy breathing. Lorenzo reached out to touch me, but the moment his fingers met the viscous blood, he pulled back as if he had gotten burned. "I'll call an ambulance right now. You're going to be okay," he said anxiously. I smiled bitterly, only to be wracked by agonizing coughs as blood choked my throat. I wished I could speak up. Why was Lorenzo putting up an act? Wasn't he the one who personally handed me over to that demon?