Scary Doll Stories Novels & Stories

If she had told me right away that she was my sister, it would have been different. I turn my attention back to the store and open the doors. I go in and see that the objects are not the way I left them before. On the floor there were two dolls sitting in front of me, one blonde and one brunette, both with sharp eyes. I take a deep breath and look around to see if anyone was inside. I've been robbed before, so I didn't know whether to move forward or back. I looked at the dolls on the floor, took a deep breath, becoming calmer. He put me back together and I took the dolls and put them on the shelf, placing them next to the other dolls. When I placed the doll on the shelf, I leaned against th

I smile hoping if I repeat that Asher and all of those men that were fighting to keep us safe would deal with those people, none of us would need to worry. “But how do we not worry?” Another asks me standing up and walking into the middle of the room, all of them still in their pyjamas, this telling me they all must have been tucked up in bed when all of this started. “There are many things we can do to stop the scared feelings, I know a story that my mummy told me when I was younger to stop me worrying about monsters, would you like me to tell you it too?” I ask looking at all of them which did peak their interests, a few begin to walk over and sit in front of me to listen, after a little w

She was still weeping over the horrifying scene she had just witnessed. The scream of agony and for help was still echoing in her ears. 'Congratulations. You finally got rid of that- Ahem! How disheartening! My condolence.' Sierra adds in, twirling one of her red strands between her index finger and thumb. 'I have seen them dying, children being abducted by brutal creatures who, I think, might feast on them late at night and guffaw at the crunchy taste of their tails. The snakes were lying all over, like bundles of ropes after they attended the original form. I have seen shape-shifted females dragged by dogs. Who knows what those monsters might do to them? Those pitiable females will be rape

It wasn't until a loud thump echoed through the silent night that she jumped up in horror and turned around. The head fell again, she thought. The last project of hers had been a life-size wooden doll that she had worked hard to make it look like Medusa, but unfortunately, it turned out a bit deformed. Her parents had proposed to bring the doll to her uncle's farm to scare the crows in the fields... Needless to say, Ryder felt quite offended by such a proposal.

A chilling cold trickled down my back at the sight. A similar twelve-inch PVC boy doll that had been haunting me, sat on the floor. Cute and spine-curdling cuddly. Eddison followed my line of vision and was bending to take it up. “Why would this be here?” “Don't touch it.” I blurted out to stop him. The toy both repulsed and unnerved me. So, it was her. Jiya knew we were on to her. She was trying to scare me. Eddison erected himself. He scratched the side of his neck as his forehead wrinkled with a lack of understanding. “It’s just a doll, Luna. Maybe Selma has her kids somewhere on this floor.”

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

"Honey, I can always tell the sharks apart from the guppies..." The what from the what? What the hell is her deal anyway... "First off..." she says smoothly, "you’re sitting ramrod straight like you’ve got a fist shoved up your ass." My jaw drops at her crude language and she smirks wider around another drag of her cigarette. "You’re also looking around with those big wide innocent baby blues... like a lost Disney princess." I scowl but my face burns with shame, "That is not true!" "Oh it absolutely is..." She gestures lazily around us, "And in places like this?"she continues. "Creeps can smell innocence from miles away. You keep looking around like that and one of them’s gonna drag you into

That single glance made her blood freeze, her entire body turning rigid in an instant. In the basement, under the yellowed lamp, a doll was actually floating in midair. Its kimono fluttered despite the absence of wind, thick white powder coated its face, and the crimson at the corners of its eyes and lips glowed eerily in the dim light. Two black glass eyes, devoid of any light, radiated a bone-chilling coldness, as if they were staring intently at this uninvited guest. "Ah!" A shrill scream burst from the girl's throat, overwhelming terror engulfing her like a tidal wave. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, her face turned as pale as paper, and her lips trembled so much she couldn't utter a com

"Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?" The baby doll tilted her head in a creepy way, as if she had understood my words. Blood began to flow faster and faster from her eyes. Her expression grew more grotesque, and tiny hands began reaching out from her mouth one by one. I was so scared that I dropped to the ground, sitting on my butt. Then, my thoughts got even stranger. "Isn't she going to puke with so many hands scratching at her throat?" The doll's huge eyes held a flicker of confusion. At the next moment, the storm clouds burst, and rain began to pour down in heavy drops.