Haunted Doll Stories Novels & Stories

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.

Thinking that he was playing with his toys, Blake resigned herself to just watching until sleep came. In a few moments, he came out with three handmade dolls and a board of some sort. After he had placed the board on the ground, she continued to watch her brother place the three dolls around the board. After saying an old set of words she didn’t recognize, she watched as the walls in her bedroom melted to birth a foul-shaped monster, a different form than the hag. Moving impossibly fast, latching itself on top of her brother’s head, and began to rip the child into pieces. Her parents attempted to intervene after the initial set of screams alerted them of the attack, but like George and I, th

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

“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.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

"As long as we kill all of them, we'll be able to escape this damn place!" Curiously, they asked, "You don't have any weapons… how did you kill those birds? Do you have any secrets?" My heart stuttered for a moment. Were they going to find out about my secret? As they continued closing in on me, I pretended to be frightened and slowly backed away. "T-There was a water gun in my room, and I remembered a legend I read somewhere about a drowning seabird, so I brought it onto the watchtower with me…" Anna pouted in disappointment. "Tch, what a lucky break. I thought we'd finally be able to get rid of this dead weight!"

He then began to tell a story that Hana thought absolutely doesn't make sense. *** "Don't come out at sunset if you don't want to be kidnapped by a witch." Long ago, when her grandfather was still alive, he used to scare Hana with that sentence every time Hana come home late because she was too busy playing. The sentence that when she was more mature she considered a delusion but surprisingly actually did exist. The witch that Hana considers a fairy tale turns out to be a real creature roaming around her. Even with other creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

"Get out. Go find Maria and tell her I need the kitchen cleared. Now." She scrambled out, her heels clicking a frantic retreat. The silence that followed was heavy. Mia didn't move. She just held the headless doll, watching me. "You're the monster," the girl whispered. Her voice was small, but it carried the weight of a thousand lies Clara and Antonio had probably whispered into her ear. "The purple-eyed monster from the sea."

"That's the point Gray, I didn't make this. And this isn't just any type of doll. This is a magically spelled doll capable of eavesdropping wherever it is placed. I found this deeply rooted in a tile in my bedroom. Any ideas how it got there?" "Wait, wait, wait hold on. You're saying this thing can hear us speak and whoever spelled it can be listening to us now? Then why the hell is it still listening to us?" "Gray, I'm weak but not dumb. I've already undone the spell." He gave me a quizzical look. "Right, so then who placed it?" I slapped my forehead with the doll. "Fool! Isn't that what I'm asking you?" "Damn, Hayley your room has not been inhabited in what now, ten years? I don't know who

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?