Japanese Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

She left after stating that the gift was given to Felen from Satan. When Felen opened the box, of course with caution and vigilance, what came out of it made her scream loudly in surprise. There was a huge bloody clown doll that jumped out when she opened the box. Moreover, the face of the doll was quite scary. "Can I throw this away?" She asked Leon who was laughing softly after seeing her frightened face that looked funny.

Her body tensed up the moment she felt someone behind her. Her heart started pounding again, but she refused to be scared. She turned around in a defensive stance, then gasped when she saw a zombie doll standing there, staring at her. It was holding a lit torch, the flickering light casting eerie shadows across its creepy face. After a few seconds, Valeria noticed a folded note sticking out of the doll’s chest pocket. She quickly pulled it out, took the torch from its hand, and moved to a brighter part of the room to read it.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Although Hisashi repeatedly explained that this name represents only one thing: the truth, and the price of products in their store to be worthy of its quality. Contrary to the colorful appearance of the first floor, this second floor looks much more like a real magic shop. Huge wooden cabinets contained rows of dried llamas fetuses of reddish-brown color, dolls made from all kinds of materials such as wood, cloth, straw, stone-carved evil spirits, animal fur skins, skulls of all kinds. Eden always felt creepy when he went through that place. He had a feeling that the dark, empty eye sockets of these skulls were staring at him).

RACHEL'S POV As I sat in the back seat, the weight of the day pressing down on me, I gazed out of the window, trying to clear my mind. The streetlights flickered past, casting eerie shadows that danced across the interior of the car. Suddenly, something caught my eye—a doll lying by the side of the road. My heart raced as I recognized the doll. It was my doll. The doll in my room. It was terrifying, with cracked porcelain skin and a bloodstain smeared across its back. A shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my instincts screaming that something was very wrong.

I whispered, and with a nod we slipped inside. The apartment-style suite was weird. The humming coming from an old-fashioned radio on the nightstand, playing some kind of static-filled tune that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on the end. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly crisp as if no one had slept in it. But what really caught my eye was the collection of… dolls? “Okay, this is officially creepy,” Laura whispered, her eyes fixed on a shelf lined with porcelain dolls, each one staring ahead. “Let’s get out of here.”

It looked exactly like Anita, but pins and needles were stabbed into its body, worse blood soaked through it. “What the hell is happening? Is Aurelia joking?!” Anita screamed, the crowd reacted instantly. “I’m so scared…” “Is that real blood?” “What is going on?!” Whispers filled the hall, but I was already stepping closer..the doll was real, I reached out to touch it.. “Don’t!” the waitress grabbed my hand. “Please, I’ve never seen a gift like this. Someone must have done this!” she said urgently, her voice was sincere, yet Anita laughed, her gaze locked with mine, and whatever she was about to say… vanished.

“Maybe killing too quickly got boring. He probably wants to try a new game this time. These players might end up dying worse than the others.” “The boss has such an insane presence. You can tell he’s ridiculously handsome even through the mask!” “Stop simping already. That’s a literal psychopath! He’s the cruelest and most ruthless boss in the entire game!” … Once we hid inside one of the guest rooms, everyone finally let out a breath of relief. The skinny guy looked guilty. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it in back there and almost got you all killed.” I patted his shoulder to comfort him. “Horror games are a survival hell. It’s not your fault. But from now on, we need to focus on finding clue