Haunted Clown Dolls Novels & Stories

"Go first? It would take about thirty minutes to drive over there, and then pick up a doll, we would be able to enter the venue." Ever since Hannah started playing with claw machines in elementary school, she has been going to play with her friends from time to time for many years. But she was really addicted to shopping, and every time she went, she came back empty-handed. "Can you play with dolls?" Kendall glanced at her and asked, "Was it difficult to catch the doll?" "Stop pretending, let's talk when you actually get caught." She hummed and picked up her bag, getting up. They both came by car, so naturally they each drove their own car.

Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross. And of course, the sex doll had Flora's exact face and body shape. It was even wearing the same nightgown. There was tissue and plastic in a corner of the room, there were some weird machines too. Flora guessed it right: Claude was also the one who made that doll, that creepy masterpiece. To that point, Flora had used all the braveness she had. The truth was clear: Claude is as sick as Jack. Maybe even worse. Flora's mind was thinking about one only thing: She has to run away before the painted desires turn to real d

Namio Ramkle said, "Do you still think it's possible to catch her?" He looked over at Namio Rankle with an arrogant look, "You're too much, Namio rankle," "I'm looking to see how your plan will fail," Namio Rankle said sarcastically. But that didn't diminish Mr. Deskington's joy. He was confident with Claura and his ways. Deskington's eyes were still on the ring, where his daughter and granddaughter were confronted with excitement. On the stage, Claura looked at Hana with strangeness and coldness. Hana knew that Claura no longer recognized her. Then she would wake Claura. Hana held Blue Heart in her hand and aimed it in Claura's direction. With one hand, Claura could catch the arrow carrying

The intense flashings of light produced by the cameras blinded me as the thick satin cloth had been removed from my cage. Choruses of awes, claps, and cheers erupted from below the auction block. My heart was beating faster than the horses racing on the track field as the bidding started. “Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.”

A little girl in a red dress. Her face glowed an eerie green, lips blood-red, eyes hollow. She hugged a doll and flashed a perfect, too-white smile. Pale like a porcelain doll. And honestly? Adorable. I'd never seen such a cute little girl before. She looked just like a princess from a castle. Then she reached out with an icy hand and grabbed me by the throat. I pulled her into a hug instead, grinning. "You're SO cute! Like a tiny angel." Then I caught a whiff of blood.

“Right now your aunt needs our help, and the longer we take to save her, the more dangerous things become. All I need is for you to tell me every–” She opened the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that felt like she was going to do worse than just killing me. “There were four of them, all dressed in black tuxedos. And a fifth, also in black, but he had a cane and a hat that barely covered his eyes. Aunt Emi asked me to hide in my room, but I heard every conversation they had that night. It seemed like she knew them, only that she didn't expect to see them in such weird appearance.” “The guy in hat, you didn't see his face, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

When they arrived at JC's house, they found another mysterious package box. "You guys go in first, I'll just open it in front of the terrace. I'm afraid this stuff was sent to terrorize Anna again!" Max exclaimed warily. Jocelyn took Anna's hand into the house. Enough of Anna's misfortune today, she doesn't want her sister to be depressed because of threats from JC fans. Cautiously, Max opened the lid of the mysterious box. A spooky, spring-loaded clown head doll bounces off the top of the open box with a gruesome recorded laugh. Max looked into the box again and found the message on the back of the red-crossed photo of Anna.

“I sell them to collectors or to people who want to have a physical representation of their darling children to remember them by as they grow up.” I was actually quite impressed. The doll was flawless, although quite creepy since it was like looking down on the child-version of me. Ally Clark had plaited the doll’s chestnut hair into pigtails which hung down to her waist on either side of her dainty face. Her eyes were identical to mine – the pale shade of blue which looked even more ethereal in the face of the doll. The only thing that was out of place was the sailor’s uniform in which the doll had been dressed. I would never have worn that outfit. “This is amazing.” I said, handing the dol