Japanese Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

The whole package looked extremely terrifying. “Aaaaaah!” Juniper screamed in fright and quickly threw the box aside, but she seemed to have switched something on, as a mean voice came out of the Barbie doll/ “She? She’s nothing more than just a whore, a b*tch who dares to confront me, I’ll surely make her life a living hell!” “Who?! Who’s talking?” Juniper looked left and right in fear, but she was the only one in the luxurious apartment, and she did not see anything suspicious.

“Thank you…” Jai laughed lightly. “Was that fun, Alyssa?” Alyssa nodded a few times. “Yes! SO much fun! You’re different from Auntie Sarah, Brother Jai.” Jai proceeded to gather the scattered dolls around. “Hmm? Who is she?” “She’s my usual sitter. She’s older than you, very friendly, but a bit scary,” Alyssa frowned. Jai frown-smiled as he returned the dolls inside the chest. “How am I different from her? Why are you scared of her?”

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.

Michael said, “Sakura told me we could play hide-and-seek, or we could tell scary stories.” Akira thought about it for a moment and then said, “You know what? How about we freshen up and change into our pajamas and then meet up in my room. Then we can tell each other scary stories. I know a lot of very scary Japanese ones.” Michael looked excited. “Really? Awesome.” Akira turned to Sakura and asked, “How about it?” Sakura nodded. “Sure, that sounds fun.” She turned to ask Mary and Katherine. “How about you two?”

I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

When Issei got inside the house, he sees a ghost controlling the dolls. The ghost thought it can scare him just like the others by doing this but Issei just calmly look towards her. He ignore the flying dolls and look straight at the ghost, and that gave the ghost a chill even though she's already dead. Especially after she saw the glowing red eyes of Issei and when his eyes become slit like a Dragon she become frozen in fear. So Issei calmly look at her and said:

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

He could make her legs tremble in just a few minutes. "Then why did you buy this thing?" He put the diary back in the drawer, took out the manual for the doll, and touched the doll's arm. The doll was made up of silica gel, and it felt realistic, but it still couldn't replicate a real-life human being. It was not as comfortable as Sigrid, nor was it as pretty as Sigrid. George was a little disgusted. "It's like a corpse. Do you think I would indulge in this kind of thing?"

One glance was all it took for her blood to turn to ice. Beneath a yellow bulb, a doll floated in midair. Its traditional robe fluttered without a breeze. Thick white makeup caked its face, and the red accents around its eyes and lips gleamed ominously in the dim light. Two black glass eyes held no reflection, radiating a cold that seeped into her bones—as if the doll were staring directly into her. A sharp scream tore from her throat. Terror washed over her in a wave. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, her face turned chalk-white, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.