Doll Stories Scary Novels & Stories

I cannot just let him accuse me of something I didn’t do. “Doll,” his jaw clenches, gritting the thing he calls me. He stated it so blankly, and I have no idea if he was mad or not, but I was not comforted by the way he was reacting. So void of anything, I stared right into his mossy green eyes, while I am hyperventilating inside, almost dying out as fear became increasingly tangible. A living force that crept over me like some hungry beast, immobilizing me. Like the man standing right in front of me, holding me captive with his menacing presence with only saying a single word.

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.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

“Voodoo!” the lady screamed, as another identical doll had been placed inside her gift box. The MC stopped mid-action, her face turning pale as everyone’s angry gaze locked on her. “What the fvck did you do?!” they yelled, and she stepped backwards in fear. “We request Aurelia now!” everyone screamed. Holding the doll, I felt a sharp prick, the needle slipped into my finger, and the doll crashed to the ground. It split open, revealing paper stuffed inside like intestines. It looked disgusting, and inhumane.

Clapping her hands Bella goes “ enough with all this mate drama we have some problems that need us now, what do we do?.” Before anyone can say anything there was a knock at the door, we all look at each other when we are on here no one comes looking for us. I went to open it only to find my mate standing there looking scared. “ Doll what are you doing here?” “ oh hi I didn't mean to interrupt you guys meeting but uhm we need to talk” Taking her to sit on the bed “ what is it? Whatever it is you can say It in front of them” Looking at the guys she whispers “ do they know about you know what”

Caught in a dilemma, Dolly begged, “I don't have anywhere to go.” Noelle exhaled, “I am sorry. It's dangerous for both of us.” “I know but you're all I have. I don't have anyone else.” Dolly pleaded, “You can lock me inside your storage room. I swear I won't…” “Dolly,” Noelle cut her mid-sentence, “We don't know what's happening to you. We can't take chances.” Dolly's hand fell on her friend's words. She noticed that her friend's hands were also shaking. Noelle was scared of her…

I hurried over and tapped the man. "Hey, are you okay?" My hand touched his back, and I froze. A chill ran through me. I turned him over. Every muscle in me locked up. It was the guy from 603. He had multiple stab wounds to the chest, blood soaking his clothes and the mattress beneath him. I nearly collapsed to the floor. What the hell was going on? "Are you out of your fucking mind?" A furious shout rang out from downstairs. It was Jacob. Worried he might run into the killer somewhere in the building, I pushed open the stairwell door and hurried downstairs. In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I felt him sit beside me and I immediately move towards the edge, giving a enough space between our bodies. “Lia,” he called. “Hmm,” I hummed. I stopped scrolling and settled on a kids show, it was called Letters for Lolita. It was based on a real horror doll named Lolita. This series talks about the doll’s life being abandoned and met friends along the way. “Do you know where is she?” he asked. My eyes bore in his onyx lenses and then gave him a grunt. I then moved on and watch the little black two dimensional doll skip in glee when she met her owner.

Dorothy covered her ears in fear. She kept shaking her head and screamed, “I don’t want to hear this. Shut up!” “Are you scared?” Olivia scoffed. “I thought you weren’t scared of ghosts. After all, you’re so bold and confident even after you’ve killed so many people. Why are you scared now? “Dorothy, have you counted how many people you’ve killed? Beware…” “Ah! Go away!” Dorothy pushed Olivia away in fear. Then, she stood up abruptly and shouted, “I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid at all! If I can kill them, I won’t be afraid of their ghosts!”