Scary Stories Dolls Novels & Stories

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur

“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.

And wear it proudly like a fucking queen. “So, what’s up with the scary doll?” Jax asked. Seth didn’t want to answer the question, but Sunshine interjected the conversation by clearing her throat. No doubt she can still taste both men as it lingered on the tip of her tongue. “That doll, isn’t a normal doll” I said as I can feel my thighs began to stiff from the dry fluids on my skin that were left behind from both of the men I was confused “It looks normal to me but super creepy”

With the creepy music ringing in his ears, he found her actions a headache like that of a disobedient kid. “That’s why I don’t like dolls.” Layla complained, looking at the creepy doll which popped out in front of them. Thanks to those horror movies she watched in childhood, Layla categorized dolls as ghostly items. And the owners of this building must have felt the same too. She looked at Ryan and Zou Haoran, the only remaining friends with her, and sighed. Earlier there was a fork on the path and Opal and Lani decided to walk another path whereas Caleb had fallen somewhere unknown before.

The further I go, the quieter it gets in here. There is only one old woman. He took some things and put them in the cart. Then just leave. The woman's departure left me in this hallway alone. Being in this hallway with spooky dolls staring at you, it's very scary. It's as if they're spying on you. See everything you do. Terrifying.

She didn’t sound as scared as she was before. “Let’s get these out for you so you can play before dinner comes,” Carter said as he pulled her dolls out of the bag. “That sure is a pretty vest you got on. Did Mommy get that for you?” “Yeah. We went into a store that had all these guns in it. I’d never been in a store like that before,” she said as she picked up one doll. “Oh yeah? How’d you like it?” “It was okay, but they didn’t have any food like the other stores Mommy takes me to.”

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?

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.

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

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.