Scary Barbie Novels & Stories

A chubby girl, wearing black and purple gothic lolita make-up and dress. Vero thought she was seeing a ghost until the girl finally spoke. “Did Fancy Barbie lock you in here?” “Fancy what?” Vero flinched at the name that sounded so tacky. “Fancy Barbie,” said the girl impatiently. She snapped her fingers and moved her forefinger, telling Vero to stand up. Vero stood up, still staring at the girl in confusion. She didn’t want to take a step closer until she was completely sure that the girl before her wasn’t a bully like the blonde.

the girl declared rudely. Curious, Barbie inquired if the girl was the manager of the place. "Yes, I am, and there is no vacancy for people like you, okay," the manager remarked with further disdain. As Barbie was about to walk away, the girl whispered to a coworker, prompting Barbie to halt and turn back. "Don't think her mom taught her how to dress," the girl sneered, giggling. Overhearing this, Barbie was incensed. She struck the table, capturing everyone's attention.

Barbie ➡ Good we outnumber them. . In the moment another one of Barbie's cronies bursted into the place startling everyone , he held his chest which was bleeding, he was shot, Fear was filled in his eyes, his breath was fast, as he came in he sat down looking at everyone as if he saw a ghost. . Vixen ➡ For Christ sake, what is this na? What is happening? . Barbie ➡ Vixen shut the fuck up! You what's happening out there? .

Barbie cut me off "Okay, okay, that's enough! I understand. The thing that I don't understand is... Why are you so bothered about it? You can just ignore her just like what you're doing for years." Why am I so bothered anyway? I groaned and buried my face against my palm "I don't know!" "Are you scared?" I removed my hands from my eyes "Scared? Scared of what?" "You say Rielle is gay, right?" Barbie smirked I raised my right eyebrow "And?" "You're scared that if you allow Rielle to be your friend you will..." "I will what?" Barbie opened the magazine "I don't know" I threw a pillow to her "You're crazy!"

After all, if it was what she was thinking, she could confirm it within a few days. ****** At the old Reel mansion, Queenie had a visitor. When her new employed housemaid told her the name of the visitor, she thought it untrue, sending her daughters to check. When Barbie saw the man seated in their garden, she screamed, "ghost! Ghost!" Queenie and Susie came out, too shocked to believe the fallacy. "It can't be you, Marcus. You are dead, you are dead," Queenie was chanting more to herself than the man seated like a King in the garden chair.

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

"Y... you!" She recognized her immediately. Not just another maid. This was the very same girl who had warned her not to return to her room last night. "I'm Barbie," the girl introduced herself casually. "You... what did you do to me?!" Jane demanded, taking another step back. Fear quickly filled her voice as memories of last night rushed back into her mind. Barbie had warned her not to return to her room as though she already knew what would happen. As though she had expected that horrifying creature to appear. "You knew! You knew there was something waiting for me in my room!"

The only one who didn’t freeze was the Barbie. She looked at us from over her sunglasses, raising her eyebrows like asking what was wrong with us that we didn’t jump out of the elevator to let her in. I couldn’t help X-raying her. Fake blonde, surgery boobs sort of contained in a top so low cut, it went down almost to her navel, elastic jeans so tight they looked like body-painting and ten-foot high heels. Don’t ask me how my brain works. Already told you it’s a little weird.

Kylie went pale when she saw the watch. "Old hag, where do you think you're going? Clean yourself up first!" The woman stepped forward to block our way. She grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured it over Kylie's head. "Aren't you livestreaming? Great. I'll show everyone how you and this wrinkled fossil get on your knees and lick every drop off my shoes." She waved at a few black-suited security guards at the side. "Don't just stand there! Hold these two paupers down! When Jerome gets here, I want him to watch these two beg at my feet!"

The cheeks adorned with dimples were printed on the face of Serena's ex-boyfriend. His activity in front of the mirror was paused for a moment when he heard a knock from outside. Barra grunted in annoyance as the sound seemed like an unusual treatment. It resembled a horror movie she had seen on the big screen. No, it wasn't. He was not afraid of ghosts, it was just that when he was in an unfamiliar place and had a trauma of darkness he suddenly became a very timid person. "If you knock on the door at least..." the words were suddenly cut off.