Scary Doll Stories Novels & Stories

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

Seeing a doll moving and even waving at you, who would not find it creepy and scary? Even though she saw ghosts in her daily life, it doesn't mean that Jia was not easily scared. Jia was still a girl who doesn't like horror. If possible, Jia doesn't want to pass by this hallway as she was afraid of every mysterious object in this mansion. Especially this creepy doll. That enough was scary for her. "What did Lucas ask for you?" Sir Benjamin suddenly asked interrupting Jia who was observing the doll cautiously. "Ah?" She was surprised. Sir Benjamin usually minds his business so why he was asking about Lucas?

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.

Her body tensed up the moment she felt someone behind her. Her heart started pounding again, but she refused to be scared. She turned around in a defensive stance, then gasped when she saw a zombie doll standing there, staring at her. It was holding a lit torch, the flickering light casting eerie shadows across its creepy face. After a few seconds, Valeria noticed a folded note sticking out of the doll’s chest pocket. She quickly pulled it out, took the torch from its hand, and moved to a brighter part of the room to read it.

The doll facing up, it's nose gone and the dress on its body completely in tatters. Sue steps back, eyeing the doll speculatively. Tara turns to look and then tuts. "Isn't that always the start of a horror movie when you just move into a new house? The discovery of a haunted doll?" Sue laughs but then nods. "Better not risk it right? Next one please." They laugh, neither of them picking up the doll from the floor and leaving the room, not wanting any form of horror in their lives that's just starting to set as they want it to.

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking her, playing with her until I finally get to take her life away. Maybe it was the way she begged or the way the words slipped from her mouth so fast she couldn’t censor herself. Or maybe it was the quiet sobs and the big tears that were rocking her body. Or it was the fact that she was lying in front of me, restrained and naked, and her body was trembling as it waited for my touch.

The way she watched Paul with something that looked like hunger, not love. "You're lying," I whispered. The doll laughed. It was a horrible sound—too high, too wet, like a baby choking on milk. "Maybe. But you'll never know, will you? Because you're too scared to try. You've always been too scared. That's why she died. You were too scared to push. You gave up." I threw the holy water. The doll screamed. A long, piercing scream that filled the whole house. Paul came running. The doll was on the floor, its dress smoking, its porcelain face cracked from temple to chin.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.