Novel & Cerita Japanese Scary Dolls

All of them old, covered in dust. Then I saw something that made my blood freeze. Carlos's things. His leather gloves. A small knife he always carried. How did she get them? I moved deeper into the room. In the far corner, I found something that made me gasp. Dolls. Seven small dolls lined up on a shelf. They looked like real people. Like the guests who had stayed here. One doll had pins stuck all through its body. Another had its head cut off. A third had its arms and legs torn away. The others were damaged in different terrible ways.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

He didn't hesitate for even a second when he sliced his fingers, letting the fresh blood drip onto the wooden doll's lips as the finishing touch. He smiled as he slid his bloodied fingertip across the doll's face, his eyes shining with satisfaction and obsession. "My Lena is so pretty. It's a shame that you're not her, no matter how much you resemble her." My body trembled as I traced his line of sight, feeling the blood in my veins turn to ice. The wooden dolls that filled every nook and cranny in the villa looked exactly like me. They were extremely lifelike, showing how obsessed the sculptor had been—how much care he had placed into creating them.

Kumara stopped fiercely holding Alif's hand. Alif was surprised to have his hand geld by Kumara and immediately walked away. "Don't be weird. First, I don't remember you because I only recently met you. Second, I respect Doni, so I can't mess with his wife. Third, I swear if it's jenglot, witchcraft, or strange things, you will know the consequences," warned Alif loudly. (Jenglot is a scary object in the form of a demon doll which is believed to be the incarnation of the devil and alive). "Stupid," said Kumara coldly.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

Wolfram looked around as he skimmed through the life-sized dolls sitting in a corner. Eine was asking to store those for now because they scared her. They were beautiful, but she didn’t seem to feel safe around them. If Delta was going to hide, she should be hiding among those dolls.

He's sitting on the bed and looking so scared. "Are you OK? What happened?" She asks after she laughs so hard. "The doll... I... I... I saw it in my closet," His voice quivers as he points his trembling hand like the closet is inside the room. "What doll?" She asks confusingly. "Annabelle," He says, and she burst out laughing as she can't hold it anymore. "What the heck are you saying, Ren? Are you a man at all? How can you be so scared of a doll?" She shrieks angrily, running her fingers through her hair.

Only that the doll that was once her peace took a wild turn from being her peace to being disastrous. The color of its eyes had suddenly changed, from its peaceful shade of emerald to a barbaric shade of cosmic night. “Purity,” Nuella called with trembling hands. Staring at her beautiful doll with surprise and confusion etched in her eyes. “Are you okay?” The sight of her doll was scary, but she was rather scared for her doll. “What is wrong with you?” She inquired, with weary eyes, heart, and of course trembling hand. In the blink of a second her doll had a grin on its face. Weird, and equally terrifying.