Japanese Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

As she lay there a porcelain doll Ivys life was on the line—a horrifying revelation that would alter everything. Even more terrifying than Elara’s scream was the silence that followed it which was laden with fear and the awful prospect of what might happen.

Julian starts driving, but his hand reaches over and takes mine. "Now you've learned to use your power." Our fingers intertwine. His hand is warm. Steady. It makes me feel safe. He pulls up in front of my apartment building. But neither of us moves. "So," Julian glances at me, a playful smile on his lips. "My weapon. What should I call you?" I turn to face him. The moonlight catches his face. He looks like a prince. But the heat in his eyes tells me he's far more dangerous.

The building was silent, deserted, and she was completely alone. “Oh God…” Inside her locker lay the body of a black chicken, its neck cruelly twisted. Fresh blood dripped from the carcass, staining everything inside. Her books, her notebooks, and most horribly, the paper bag containing Gaara’s clothes she had planned to return that night. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Propped against the chicken’s body was a small doll, crudely handmade. Its hair was long and silver, made of yarn, and its eyes were two black beads sewn onto its pale cloth face.

Why would she want to replace him with… plastic? I tried to look away, but curiosity won. My eyes slowly drifted back to the toys. One of them caught my attention. Thick. Long. Veined. A size that looked… uncomfortably familiar. I didn’t realize I was staring until Julia appeared beside me. “You really like that one?” she asked, eyebrows raised. “You sure you can take it? That’s from the monster collection.. it's kinda scary..to try...but I bet it will be good. You can have it you know."

Because this is worse than everything that's happened to me. They guided me to the car and just as we reached the car they shoved me inside I was intimidated. It was intimidating to stay in the mist of them. I was shaking, my teeth chattering. I was a mess. They were all dressed in black like it was cult and plus it was a Black SUV they were using which screamed wealth. “Yes Alpha. We got her” one of them confirmed. Wait there was only one set of creatures that use Alpha_werewolves. Could that mean I was back to a pack. I just hoped that this pack was gonna be different and not like my old pack.

My friend answered, “How are we even going to get at those little footprints when they’re up on the ceiling?!” ++++++++++ Hello dear readers. Yes, it’s meThe Diwata, just trying out something else for a change Speaking of little footprints, let’s talk about dolls. It’s so fascinating how a lot of people are so afraid of them. Thing is, most of these terrified individuals have probably owned dolls at one time in their lives. I wonder what could’ve happened to have changed their view of these very pretty and huggable toys? Well, here’s another friend of mine that had an unforgettable experience with her own beloved toy…

(GALLERY OF WOES) WITHOUT blinking an eye as she stands near and observing her Mistress. The innocent-looking doll face little girl is in her silence as she holds a clear and big jar within her arms with an ominous smoke like incandescent fog swirling inside and illuminating in a light green neon-colored light.

CALLING ME TO COME TO HIM. As I get closer, I can hear his voice clearer, I felt controlled. My brain had no idea what was going on. It's just my body moving. Before I realize what is going on, I was climbing a tree. A hand grabbed me and I fell on the cement. I blinked and opened my head as I moaned. I quickly touched my hand to see if I had a wound in my head. I stand up and hold my head. I didn't notice a little girl standing and facing me, cuddling a weird doll tight in her arms. It was made of yarn and some ropes. Two black buttons stitched in the crochet ball resemble the eyes and a stitched smile. The body was made of ropes and it has no dress at all. The doll has short bangs, showin

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

I think we all need some water to drink and because this place isn't so familiar with us, there is no way we can find a lake easily. "It's open." Diane said then slowly pushed the door, she looked around first before going in. We both followed her until we entered the house. The first thing that caught my attention was the decorations around this house. There are some small dolls in every corner of this house, and they aren't just a typical doll a kid will play with. These dolls look like they are real, like they are alive. "This is a creepy one." Diane blurted out after seeing what's around her, she was currently looking at the jars where different kinds of species were. I don't know those