Haunted Clown Dolls Novels & Stories

You can kindly leave" Cole said disgustingly as he felt he couldn't stand her presence any longer. He was tempted to call his manager for allowing such indecent dressing but he by passed it calling out for the next person. "Wh..a.t!" She stammered suprised. "You heard me,out!" Cole fired at her and she scampered out immediately. Just as she went out another lady came in smiling sheepishly . " Seems she had a wardrobe malfunction" cole mumbled quietly cause the lady in front of him was looking like a clown. Her make up was practically too much and her outfit was disarrayed. Cole wonder if the lady was in her right sense of mind to have dressed that way in this present twenty first century.

"It's from a soft toy. I just painted it red. See, it's not real." I just stared at him. "So calm down, okay? Don't cry." He fiddled for something on one of the cabinets. "I had played the creepy voices on my phone." He pulled out his phone and tapped away something on it. The ghoulish sounds stopped almost instantly and he pushed his phone into his back pocket. He walked towards the bathtub and picked up the doll. "It was one of Rebecca's dolls she left behind. I made it look scary. And this-" he said, grabbing the white cloth covering the ghost behind the closet revealing it to be an inverted unused dustbin placed over a stool.

They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital. The parents of the cool kids entered the Milkshake shop one by one with their children. Sunnyville Milkshake shop has been opened for eighty years, and it has witnessed many children grow up. It became a part of the townspeople's everyday life. "Oh! I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I soiled your clothes?" A drunk Larry entered the milkshake shop with the rum bottle still in his right hand. People looked at him like he's some nut job. Some of the teenagers watching were even laughing. They are enjoying the scene of a father drowning in sadness and worry for the life of his son.

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

That was why everyone thought I was making trouble out of nothing. This time, I wanted witnesses. Just then, Zoe noticed the crowd and walked over. "What's going on? Why is everyone gathered around the clock-in machine?" she asked. I immediately demonstrated again in front of her. Zoe looked at the error message on the screen and frowned. "It's probably broken. I'll submit a request to replace it. Don't worry about clocking in for now. Wait until the new machine arrives." I thought that once the machine was replaced, everything would finally be okay.

She hovered her left hand above them quickly to see if she could sense something coming from them and pulled it back to grab a black glove out of her jacket. “Were they by the graves that got raided? I will take these. We just started our investigation. It’s too soon to tell if they’re related to our case, but we will look into them. Thank you for bringing them to our attention.” Coralis knew exactly what these marbles were, but she couldn’t tell what they were to the caretaker. They were not marbles: they were spelled cages containing thick and highly concentrated smoke. If someone breaks any one of them, upon contact with the ambient air, its content will materialize into a ghoul.

My father said as he approached me from somewhere and took my hand in his. The double doors opened, and my blood ran cold. I could see shadows all around my family. Each family member had a small shadow attached to them like reptiles, and my skin crawled from the sight. “Ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce to you the future of the De Leon clan! Miss Shyne De Leone!” My father announced as the people cheered, and the demonic shadows started to detach from them and crawl towards me on the stage. I gave a silent prayer before looking straight at my family and giving them my perfectly practiced smile and nod. I needed to calm down in order for me to focus and control my emotions.

"Don't be so rough with them, Clara. Each one cost me a fortune. But then again, I have hundreds more." "You're a monster!" I yelled, dodging another swipe from a clone. "I'm a creator," he replied. "And you, Hazel, are the only one with the spark. These girls are perfect, but they lack your fire. They are just dolls. I need the child to give them souls."

Or what had started as one, once. Its body was a corroded animatronic torso bolted to some kind of telescoping metal armature that had jutted up through the boards like a piston. Its paint was bubbled and peeling, the red of its smile flaked and runny like old blood. Strands of wet, mold‑streaked hair clung to its scalp in sticky clumps. Its arms were jointed metal ending in too many fingers tipped with hooks. Its mouth split even wider as it surfaced, rubber clown lips tearing, revealing a second row of needle‑teeth beneath.

Lance whispered. "I'll haunt you if we die here." I huffed, he just laughed. "Boo!" Someone said while grabbing my arm. I screamed. "It's one thing to watch it and another to be in it. I want to leave." I sighed. "One more door and we will leave." We went to this hallway that was really creepy. How long has this house been abandoned? We entered a bedroom and it looked extremely creepy. Dolls everywhere. And they were porcelain ones. I hate those. Remind me of Chucky. We turned away and just as we were about to leave someone said.