Scary Doll Stories Novels & Stories

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

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.

There was a simulated doll in the box. The doll's eyes were gouged out, leaving only a white part. There was a long cut on its stomach, which was sewed with hemp ropes. It was all blood, and its fingers had sharp nails. Baby Doll was too lifelike. No matter how smart Henric was or how bold he was, he was still a child. Seeing such a thing, she was so scared that she screamed.

“Voodoo!” the lady screamed, as another identical doll had been placed inside her gift box. The MC stopped mid-action, her face turning pale as everyone’s angry gaze locked on her. “What the fvck did you do?!” they yelled, and she stepped backwards in fear. “We request Aurelia now!” everyone screamed. Holding the doll, I felt a sharp prick, the needle slipped into my finger, and the doll crashed to the ground. It split open, revealing paper stuffed inside like intestines. It looked disgusting, and inhumane.

“I wanted to tell them, I wanted to let them have a bite, and maybe they will change their mind. I’m not bad, I’m a good girl, but all that I do freaks them all out.” She thought about it, then look straight and back smiling widely, but a horror to someone else’s eyes. “Please!” “Hush, hush, shh…” She gestures with her bloody finger placing to her lips, wanted them to stay quite and for a very long time. She then kneels to meet someone's eyes, where her victim lays dead, frozen, and blood shut looking at her with their once fear and begging heart she surely enjoys hearing and even dances it with. “I love dolls. I love making them all by myself. From their skin, hair, and every part of them.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

Linx (500 years old male vampire) Dexter (380 years old male vampire) and Tessa (400 years old female vampire) We were all teleported to the new world, the age of humans beings, We landed at New York, inside someone's plantation, at night, a girl was coming with lights and some farm tools, maybe wanted to harvest something, I sighted her meters away due to my vampire sights, before she could approach us we quickly shape shifted to the form which she took (human form), when she got close to us she heard us humming "Hello!! Is anyone there? Jessica said frightened, we all came out in human form to confront her, before she could scream I quickly compelled her " Do not scream, take us to your ho