Exorcism Doll Novels & Stories

“Wow, and we have interviews with these witnesses?” “Yes, I interviewed several of the diners who were local about it.” “Where did they purchase this haunted doll?” “There’s a shop in town that specializes in restoring vintage dolls. They record the history and events around each doll they sell. They acknowledge whether a doll’s haunted.” “Now let me get this straight. The difference between a haunting and possession of an object or person is a haunting the spirit is of a dead person, and possession is from a non-human entity.” “Correct. Elemental spirits and demonic entities possess objects and people, rather than a spirit of someone that died.”

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Not mercury, but a thick, black tar-like substance that smelled of burnt hair and ancient dust. "The Oubliette," Dante hissed, his obsidian eyes widening. He looked at Ivy, then at Silas, who was backing away into the shadows of the quay. "Silas! Take the note! The note is the map!" But Silas wasn't looking at the note. He was looking at the clockwork doll, which had begun to move. Its tiny, silver hands were reaching for the scissors in Dante’s pocket. "The doll isn't a mirror, Dante," Silas whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a bomb."

It could pass through your skin in seconds and come out the other side, causing bleeding that is very difficult to heal. Monique cries inconsolably. She is emaciated, her hands and feet are bound with metal handcuffs, and her face is pale. On the other hand, Harrison ... I can't even say for sure that it's about him. His hands, his face ... all of him is with remains of burnt, raw, a product of the fire that I caused to try to kill him. It's fucking scary. I don't know how the fuck he's still alive. That man must have made a pact with the fucking demon. - Mom ...- Lailah murmurs almost in a whisper. Looks like he's been shocked.

It was harder to see one’s sins in the absence of light. It was also a bit harder to see her work, but she had become so accustomed to the repetitive movements of her art that she truly required very little of her eyesight. There were times, however, that she felt her eyes had become so accustom to the dark that she was fairly certain she would be able to see even in the pitch black. She has always had pale skin and light hair but now, whenever she accidentally caught a glimpse of herself in the tin teapot or one of her other meager dishes, she hardly recognized herself. Which was not unwelcome. The idea of being someone else was a pleasant one, and perhaps, if she had the smallest spark of

The goblin toddler looked at his eyes and told in a stern voice, "You don't belong here. Go away." The moment the goblin kid spoke, Azalias felt an enormous force struck his body. He flew away through the red door and crashed into the corridor wall. This time the corridor was dry. But soon, blood flew out of bloody red doors and filled it. Along with the blood pool, the ghost lady also reappeared again, looking more aggressive and frenzied. On top of that, the goblin toddler also joined with the ghost lady.

“And if I get possessed, then make sure to get a good exorcist for me.” He smiled, “It won’t lead to that.” he placed me back on the floor and pressed a tight kiss on my forehead, “Give me five minutes.” Suddenly, he bit into his arm, drawing out some blood and applied the blood on my spine. He explained, “The ghosts possession point is the spine. My blood has holy water in it. It would keep them away for longer.”

Another templar collapsed and I started looking for the leader, but he was already standing in the corner, watching me with a smirk on his face. And in his hand... Oh no, not that, please! “I banish you from this world, demon! By the power and the will of the Church...” Words fell on my head like rocks, and the crystal symbol of the Church gleamed in the templar’s hand. Apparently, he was a powerful exorcist who was never parted from the tools of his trade. “By the blood of the servitors and their sacrifice...” I felt that I was being pushed out of the world, literally. It was as if a vortex was pulling me in, and all I could do was to helplessly try to catch hold of something.

“You have people binding curses to objects with black magic. The thing is, once you bring it into your possession, you can’t get rid of the course only by disposing of the cursed object. It is much stronger than that.” Hissy sighs while caressing her arms. “Worst case scenario is when you need an exorcist.” “Oh my God.” I step up next to Ruggerio, looking at the small pocket watches as I whisper, “But why would they do such a thing?”

Her body tensed up the moment she felt someone behind her. Her heart started pounding again, but she refused to be scared. She turned around in a defensive stance, then gasped when she saw a zombie doll standing there, staring at her. It was holding a lit torch, the flickering light casting eerie shadows across its creepy face. After a few seconds, Valeria noticed a folded note sticking out of the doll’s chest pocket. She quickly pulled it out, took the torch from its hand, and moved to a brighter part of the room to read it.