Scary Doll Stories Novels & Stories

Her mother said once, after he’d finished one of the books, he’d even laughed and said, “These people don’t know what they’re talking about.” A chill ran down Victoria’s spine and she straightened. She was also obsessed with vampires. Something about the legendary creatures of the night fascinated her. As a little girl, she terrified her second-grade classmates by bringing in a life-like vampire doll for ‘show and tell.’ She’d spent a full week searching for the perfect doll and finally found one in an out-of-the-way shop specializing in Gothic culture. The doll was equipped with fangs and had fake blood coming out of its mouth. While her classmates had gawked repulsively, she discussed the

Scarlett cried, before sniffing her nose. "How scary is it?". Amelia asked because she was tired of playing games with Scarlett. "It's very scary Mama!". Scarlett said in between tears. Amelia nods her head so that Scarlett can continue her statement. "Inside the school premises….. I do see monsters walking with their head on the floor, while their leg is in the air……. I do see some monsters changing into beasts, and they always come after me, while using a knife". The young Scarlett declared.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

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.

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.

dad replies, and the officer glances between the three of us before nodding. "Thank you, sir," the officer says, And we all reposition ourselves on the leather couches. I end up being squeezed in between dad and Kenny, who seem equally eager to be touching me. "Well, sir...Amber informed us she was taken from her bed by a seven-foot-tall monster with brown fur......She said he was standing on two legs and his long clawed fingers behaved just like a human's bare hands. She also told us that she escaped that original kidnapper to be caught yet again by a group of the monsters. She said they could shape shift their bodies into regular looking humans and walk among us," the officer summarizes, a

I nodded moving over to their bookshelf. "Not from there. Mommy already read them to us." Nicholai told me. "How about a story my mother used to tell me? It's a bit scary though." Big smiles made their way on their faces. "We love scary stories!" Ana told me excitedly as I took a seat on her bed, even though Nicholai was still tired he moved off his bed going to Ana's so he could be next to us. I picked him up and placed him beside her. "Thank you."

The impact had her screaming and crying feeling something wet and slippery crawling up her leg. "Help!" She tried to crawl but the thing just hold her down. The source of light slowly started to fade making her cry even more. "Somebody! Help!" Her cries went in vain as the slimy thing crawled up her leg. Her hands flared as her nails dug into the floor and she wailed louder. Suddenly she heard a light laughter coming from behind. Knowing there was another presence, she started to struggle more anticipating the old new devil. The darkness moulded into a silhouette in front of a man, tall and hidden by the shadows.

I asked fighting to keep a straight face as the fond memory sprang into my head Evan coming to my house one night freaked out after a date and telling me the story of the room filled with dolls of all kinds. Barbies, figurines, baby dolls and creepy ancient porcelain ones all lining the walls of her room. His horror-struck face was hilarious that night. He had run out of there without even giving her an excuse. It was a date that had made it to the top of his bad dates list and was still yet to be outdone. "Okay, no. Not that bad, thankfully. But still not an experience I care to repeat."