Doll Stories Scary Novels & Stories

Ben jerked the truck into the driveway of their friend’s house, killed the engine, and turned to the others. “We can’t tell anyone,” he said hoarsely. Mark shook his head violently. “Are you crazy? We have to tell the cops — tell someone! That guy… those people… they’re still out there!” Ben leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, trying to breathe. “And say what, Mark? That we snuck onto state property because of a dare? That we saw ghosts? That some psycho tried to eat us?” Dylan finally spoke, his voice small: “What if they don’t believe us?”

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

The night Rocco was crowned Don, he pinned me to the bed and took me with a rough hunger, driving into me until I was breathless and spent. Only when I was on the verge of fainting did he finally let me go. I lay limp in the sheets, my body trembling with a satisfying ache. On the floor, my expensive lace lingerie lay in shreds. "Rocco," my voice was raw and hoarse. "Are you trying to kill me?" He had the sated look of a predator after a feast, and a terrifyingly unfamiliar air about him. Rocco leaned against the headboard, clipping an expensive Cuban cigar.

When she saw what was inside the box, she was quite shocked, blood rushing from her legs to the top of her head, causing a dark cloud to appear before her eyes. "Aaah!" She screamed in panic, her whole body fell backward, fell from the chair, and fell to the ground. It was early in the morning so there weren't many of her colleagues in the office. Jenny heard her scream and ran to her to see what was wrong with her. Ella didn't say anything, she quivered and pointed at the pink box on her desk. Jenny and her other colleagues peered inside the box. They were amazed at what they saw. Inside the box was a rag doll, it was red. Maybe blood. There is a knife on the body of the doll. It looks real

They found the old doll, and it seemed like it caused the strange noise. For a moment, the tension faded, but the fear didn’t go away. Cheska couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t just a coincidence. The doll’s cracked, empty eyes felt wrong—like it knew something, like it was silently blaming them. Even though it was just an object, it gave her chills. As they walked down the grand staircase, the house grew quiet again. But it wasn’t a peaceful silence. It felt heavy… like something was watching and waiting.

She talked in one go. "Ok, I will be there in five" I told her, shutting the call and telling Ivy and Dom as I changed my direction back towards Katie's house. As I walked down the street, I realized that now I am in a new world with new creatures around me and new obstacles to go through. New things to learn and discover. Last night, I found out that there are some of us that are special and they are safe from Dosorllas, no matter how big of that demon is. Yes, Dosorllas are demons that invade a person's soul if the person isn't candor but if he is, they just simply kill him.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

I promised her. Our doll turned her head as if she could hear me. She rubbed over the compass and sighed. “Get a grip, Emma. This didn’t happen. This was my first experience with my mates, and it was wonderful. They love me. They cherish me. They’re beside me, and I just need to wake up.” With that said, she stood up and exited the room. We followed her and were sucked into her next fear. We were outside the castle, and the entire land was littered with the dead bodies of our people. Asry held Doll by her throat as he laughed like the maniac that he was.

First it was hide and seek, then it was never have i ever, which got them drunk enough to start playing truth or dare. "Kyle!" Steve yelled. Kyle was half through a sip of energy drink and vodka. "Truth." He said after. Steve wrinkled his nose. "Nevermind. who wants a dare?" He asked and Becca's hand shot up. She wasn't nearly as wasted as the others because she really hasn't done anything too exciting. While they took shots for skateboard tricks they've done and relationships they've been in, Becca sat quietly. This was Becca's game. She loved dares and her friends were pretty good at giving them. She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going.

I folded my lips and smacked them. "It's a Horror movie," I say simply. "Really," Vy says perking up at the word horror and I nodded. "We can watch it sometime together," I suggested, and she smiled nodding her head hastily. "Werewolves are the things that are not real. I'm 100% sure Annabelle is, I search it and they have the real doll and the other haunted items in some museum in Monroe," I gave her a dumbfounded look. "I can admit that werewolves are not real but come on," I say chuckling.