Haunted Clown Dolls Novels & Stories

Skyler said with an uncomfortable peep. Claire pushed her in and they closed the door "Ghouls are humans drank completely dry by a vampire then the vampire gives them some of their blood, they come back to life but are basically slowly rotting away... The most loyal of followers, unfortunately also the most smelly ones" she said. "Like a zombie!?" "Yeah, like a zombie" Claire said and laughed at Skyler's bewildered face.

Because it’s easier than admitting she’s been thinking about him for far too long already. Hours later, the shower steam has faded, and Sahara stands before the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wears a pink sweetheart cocktail dress, a gift from her aunt that she had been saving for a special occasion. The fabric hugs her curves with an insistence that can’t be ignored. The neckline dips low, showcasing the swell of her breasts, pushing them up until they look ready to spill out. The waist nips in tight before flaring over her hips, accentuating the hourglass figure she used to hide under baggy jeans and oversized hoodies.

"Yeah, but it's dead weight, you'll see. Plus, Claire is only five foot. You're a little taller." "Well, they definitely put a substantial amount of that weight into her boobs. Jeez, Claire! No need for a bra, huh Ms. Perky?" Darren did not answer, which gave me the feeling I'd crossed some kind of line. I decided not to joke with Claire anymore and just help the poor guy fix his sex doll. He lifted her under the shoulders while I took her ankles, and together we lifted her out of the bag and onto the table. I was impressed with the feel of her. I hadn't expected her skin to be so soft. On a real person's ankles, you'd feel different amounts of give for skin and for tendons and muscle or fat

The doll rolled out and stopped with its big blue eyes staring directly at Raina. “Is an Annabelle doll.” The crowd erupted into gaps and stifled shouts. Looking at the creepy-looking doll on the ground, Areiza could not help smiling border and border. “What’s the matter, Raina? Don’t you like my gift?” What a pity. I choose her specially for you!” Areiza said, pretending to be sad.

Tyler didn't even try to respond after that, so he started texting Thomas instead - but just then, someone opened up the back of the truck, and Milo prepared himself to try and negotiate his way out of this. However, instead of the strongman or the ringleader, he stood face to face with one of the clowns. A female one, with fluffy hair in an aqua shade, candy-striped thigh-high stockings in blue, and a cutesy little dress that flared around her wide hips and round ass. Her face was painted white, with exaggerated drawn-on eyebrows, glitter on her cheeks, and a nose painted red. She was a 'happy clown', rather than a sad one. She looked to be in her early 20's but it was hard to tell under al

"Trust me, what I have in here is going to make your body quiver." She moved towards me, staring down at the case. I snapped open the metal clasps. She shivered as I opened it up and revealed the assorted collection of toys I had here. Each one was held in black foam perfectly cut in shape for the toy. There was a surprising number of them held in it, and more than one layer of foam. I pulled out the top one. She gasped at the sight of the double-headed dildo that dominated much of the next layer. "Oh, my, I don't need something like that," Mrs. Holiday said as I pulled out the next tray. The bottom one held the small stuff. Butt plugs. Clit rockets. And a nice set of ben wa balls.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.

I was back to the Manor on Monday, happy after spending two days with Kujo. And three days later, the two last Haunters arrived in one of their trademark rental black SUVs. It was almost dinner time, so I sent them to say hi to the Blotters while I finished cooking and set the table. When they joined me in the kitchen, I could tell they felt awkward, there with his friend’s sort of ex. Like they weren’t sure what they could say or talk about.

The girl could see his hideous smile and fiery red eyes. Anna couldn't take her eyes off him. "Please, don't hurt me!" The clown walked over, still smiling. "Please!" Anna inched back. He could feel an aura of fear in Anna. Makes him feel even hungrier. The clown was getting closer and closer. Anna kept inching backwards. He swung the butcher knife in his hand. "Aaaaaa!" 'crash' Blood flowed from the veins in Anna's severed neck. Makes all white floors turn red.