Really Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

Slowly and contently, with a grin on her face as she walks slowly knowing that they both could not see her, for their eyes had already joined her art when she effortlessly took it out from them neglecting their screams of pain as she enjoyed it all to herself. As the dolls become the real ones, the terror begins. Where everything that makes her dolls look real is every inch of life, fresh, even the bones and blood of the person resembling it. Now to her parent's turn and just like what she always does, the perfect creation with the perfect formula and steps is about to be complete. Starting simply out from their hair, skin, flesh, and the final ingredient and the most important one, their cr

Seeing those leather and silicone things aroused me. What the damned hell. Don't tell me I'm a masochist. Hah! What a funny thing. A sadist uncle and a masochist niece. We make a good team of psychos. He deposited the toys on the bed before he turned to look at me, taking me in from head to toe before he smiled, “So?” “Do you think seeing those things scares me?” I folded my arms with my brows raised in challenge. “You don't know what you are getting yourself into. You are playing with fire, doll,” he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. “A very deadly fire.”

“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.

Her foot was still shaking as she inserted her foot because it might suddenly move. Even though she was so scared, she did not pay attention to the fear at that time because she had to get out to see her family. She got closer to the cupboards and saw the dolls up close. She took one and looked at it carefully. The dolls there are suspicious because what are they for right? But no matter how she turned around and took off its clothes, she couldn’t see anything there. Atasha will not be scared when it comes to horror movies or even those dolls but seeing a dead person really scares her.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

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

When she saw what was inside the box, she was quite shocked, blood rushing from her legs to the top of her head, causing a dark cloud to appear before her eyes. "Aaah!" She screamed in panic, her whole body fell backward, fell from the chair, and fell to the ground. It was early in the morning so there weren't many of her colleagues in the office. Jenny heard her scream and ran to her to see what was wrong with her. Ella didn't say anything, she quivered and pointed at the pink box on her desk. Jenny and her other colleagues peered inside the box. They were amazed at what they saw. Inside the box was a rag doll, it was red. Maybe blood. There is a knife on the body of the doll. It looks real

A little girl in a red dress. Her face glowed an eerie green, lips blood-red, eyes hollow. She hugged a doll and flashed a perfect, too-white smile. Pale like a porcelain doll. And honestly? Adorable. I'd never seen such a cute little girl before. She looked just like a princess from a castle. Then she reached out with an icy hand and grabbed me by the throat. I pulled her into a hug instead, grinning. "You're SO cute! Like a tiny angel." Then I caught a whiff of blood.

Well I guess I'll just enjoy the peace for now. The noises wouldn't let me sleep, looks like this life will be over faster then expected, by the sound coming from the living room seems like I`d be killed by robbers. I woke up from the bad and calmly went to the living room finding two dead bodies surrounded by a pool of blood that horrible smell and colour bring back some horrible memories, as I looked to the left side there stood a guy with completely black eyes no white to be seen and a big scar on his right side of the face, he was definitely not human, when he looked at me he put an evil smirk on his face and was proudly showing me his hand with long black claws full of blood but I had

Almost haphazardly, unfinished dolls lay on the machines, some missing arms or legs, some unpainted and, most disturbingly to Tina, some lacking the mask that would give them a face, leaving the synthetic eyes to almost float in an empty head cavity. “Jesus Christ,” the older man muttered. “Pretty disturbing, huh?” The college boy replied with a grin on his face, taking pleasure in the man’s discomfort. “There's a staircase over here leading down.” Glasses-Girl pointed in the direction of it. “I don't really want to go down there.” Martha gulped fearfully. “I don't think we have much of a choice.” College boy responded with a touch of fear present in his tone, not quite sure if this is what