Horror Puppet Novels & Stories

I leaned against the cold stone wall, sinking into a hollow stupor for a long while. Just then, two servants passed by the dungeon door. Their hushed whispers drifted in, every word cutting deep into my ears. “Isolde’s cursed puppet craft is dreadfully perilous. She hunted and drained countless lesser merfolk for pearl curse powder, merely to gather enough ritual materials.” “Indeed. Once the puppet is complete, it will crush all rebels within the vampire clan, and drain this mermaid’s last breath entirely. Lowly foreign creatures are born to be offerings for our master’s sorcery.”

"Pop Forge? What's this supposed to do?" Calmly, I replied, "Why don't you try it and find out?" The timer was almost up. They did not dare hesitate any longer. Each of them tore open a mystery box. They clutched the figurines they got as if their lives depended on them. The very next second, the first wave of real customers arrived. A hanged vengeful spirit boss in embroidered shoes floated in. She had two bloody holes where her eyes should be. However, her voice was oddly sweet.

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

Understanding the enemy was half the battle. “I’m not kidding when I say they are extremely bigoted. You will never see a bogan at a status level about an elf of any kind. Pixies are only annoyances and kept as pets to pick on and torture for amusement. Bogarts are kept like animals and used as such. We’re creatures strictly kept as animalistic weapons. Disposable armies.” Desire continued explaining with difficulty. Many supernatural creatures felt the bite of how disposable they were in their creation. “What about vampires? What were they created for?” Jaxon could feel the feelings of everyone within the room, and it affected him similarly.

This technique was eerie, malevolent, and it absolutely dominated its target. "Break…" However, Harvey did not waste time and simply bit the top of his finger and flicked several droplets of blood out. Sizzles… A drop of blood fell on Ghostface, who was caught unaware, and a few droplets fell on the doll. Ghostface's face immediately twisted in pain as he chanted. He let out a scream of pain and immediately stopped chanting. And then, the doll also began to be surrounded by white smoke. Harvey looked at what was happening, and he seemed to have realized something. He calmly said, "At its core, it's just a curse from the Island Nation. While it's effective, in the end, it's just some wicked t

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

A loose sleeveless shirt and pajamas shorts. Her hands were smoothly shaven and exposed to the hungry gaze of the demi god making the preteen stomach grumble very loudly. The lady did not even stir. She was so deep in sleep, she didn't realize the doom about to befall her. Makunde bared his razor sharp rows of fang like teeth before clamping his jaw down on her hand taking off a huge chunk of flesh in the first bite. The female screamed in pain right out of her sleep as blood immediately began to flow out of the limb. Her eyes widened at the sight of the kid calmly chewing her flesh.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

“May I?” Asking her with the permission by which she immediately gives without knowing what. She is caught in the total trance, like here fear is gone and that she never had it in the first place as she looks in awe and complete obedience to the woman by which shadow is formed into the sinister devil image presented and reflected by the lightning’s light. “Let’s start, shall we?” Holding her hand as it gave her a peck in her forehead, her eyes lost their color as she is turn into a lifeless one and a puppet it perfectly created. With a smile and creepy turned tone of voice, it calls her name.