Japanese Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

She brings the box to her room and opens it. Andy, on the other hand, knitting his eyebrow when seeing Hai Rin's evil grin. After she opens the box. She takes out a toddler size doll with a scary face. Andy Lu almost jumps after seeing the doll. "Holy shit... Rin, where did you get this thing?" Andy asks her curiously. "Heh, scary isn't it?" she said with an evil grin on her face before she continues again "I bought it from an online website. I think this doll is genuine."

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

"You've got the wrong girl! I deliver food. If I had something like that, I'd be long gone from this gig!" The guy named Darren finally spoke, voice sharp. "Still playing dumb?" He crouched, tapping my cheek with the flat of a cold dagger. "We've been watching you three days. That busted scooter blows past every domain wall. Don't push me—I'm not in the mood." Panic surged. My eyes burned. My only real secret? I'm not even an NPC. But saying that out loud? Instant autopsy. He caught the fear and snapped. From his coat, he pulled a squirming, eyeball-looking item. Pure nightmare fuel.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

But then curiosity gets the better of me and I turn as far as the cuffs will allow, risking a frantic glimpse back over my shoulder at the stranger. The moment my eyes land on him, my stomach does another flip and whatever newfound resolve I just built up is instantly shattered into a million pieces, replaced by pure, unadulterated, raw fear! What the actual fuck! That thing is monstrous! The stranger is hung like a literal horse! His dick is massive, thick, rock freaking hard, and pulsing visibly in his large hand.... glistening and dripping with a bead of precum at the tip as he slowly rolls a condom down the length of his long shaft...

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

"Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses." "This idiot just broke two of the boss' taboos in one go. She's as good as dead now." "She didn't let Aria have her candy and mentioned her parents. Haha! Even God can't save her!" I couldn't see the audience's mockery, but I could tell things were about to get real bad. I watched as the baby doll morphed into a terrifying, monstrous version of herself. I froze up again. My legs went stiff as my mind raced. "Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?"

MELISSA'S POV The moment we stepped downstairs, the air changed. All the other players stood frozen at a corner, their eyes widened in horror. A metallic scent hovered over every inch of the room. The room was dimmer than usual, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. My heart throbbed as I hid behind Gavin, quietly mimicking his footsteps. Then it came to view, something truly horrifying— A porcelain doll. One so hideous it was beyond words. It sat on a high chair like a grotesque queen, stiff plastic limbs.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi