Really Scary Dolls Novels & Stories

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I thought at first that it was an hallucination. Untill I closed my eyes, went to rinse it and took another look at those Walls, looking at it again (OH MY GOSH!!!). It was damn scary, seeing on a rock, sculpture of a mother breastfeeding her child, the baby was moving her body as she was comfortable with the was her mother carried her, the baby shifted her body for her mother to make a rectification of her posture. As the mother tried to do so, she looked to the right side which will make us to have eye contact. The moment they try to have eye contact with us is the most scary part of it. I regret seeing all these things in my life.

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

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.

Pleasure sparked, sharp and unwanted, flooding her with guilt and desire. Deeper emotions stirred in Lila—fear of the unknown, the innocence she cherished cracking under this dark intrusion. Yet, part of her, the part that devoured those stories, yearned for the surrender. The doll's other hand climbed her torso, pushing up her tank top to expose her small breasts. Its fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them until they hardened into peaks. Lila moaned softly, her wide eyes glazing over. 'Why does it feel... good?' she wondered, tears pricking her eyes from the conflict. The spirit inside the doll fed on her fear, she could sense it, growing stronger with each tremble.

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.

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.

We are sweating even though the AC is on. He nuzzled on my shoulder and said seductively," My doll!! you are like a drug for me. what are you doing with me? huh!! I can't resist myself around you! You are making me lose my sanity!! Saying that he rested his one hand on my belly and I felt shivered. His every touch always makes my whole system filled with fear.

Describe to me what you’re seeing. Chains, Rusted chains, on the floor and hanging from the ceiling. There’s a rack with tools on it. I see something that looks like zip ties. There are missing person fliers on the bulletin board. There’s dust everywhere. It smells like old fabric in here. Oh god! There’s dried blood on the floor. I don’t know how old that stain is. As I get closer to the stairs, I see a rack of dolls. There’s a clown doll in the corner and another doll. I think they’re watching me! As I move, their eyes follow me. Doctor help me!