Scary Story About A Doll Novels & Stories

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

He reassured her, saying, "Mom, it's normal. Kids can be mischievous. Didn't some kid throw stones at our neighbor's dog not long ago?" Jasper agreed, "Exactly. It was probably just an accident. And you've checked and made sure everything inside is fine. We just need to be patient and wait." I quietly carried the doll back to my room. As soon as I entered, I felt something was off about the thing in my hands. Its eyes shifted slightly, as if sensing its surroundings. Then, its expression slowly turned into one of despair. That meant it probably couldn't come over at night to suck my blood anymore.

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.”

I replied," No one was beating me. Whom did you see? " I saw a person who looks like me is beating you and calling you his doll," He said and I become stiff in my place. Only one person calls me doll and it's him. So, He is seeing himself in nightmares and fearing his own self. He has really gone mad. I don't know what should I say to him. He isn't letting me go of himself. He said stroking my hairs," Don't worry devika. I will protect you from him. I will protect you from every harm".

She was smiling, not largely, but I could see it on her face—the faint line that grew a centimeter longer. “I saw a monster once. I hid under my bed, and when it was morning, my parents were all over the place looking for me. Finally, I woke up and rolled out before they could call a search party to look for me. Guess what? The monster was an old doll I'd dressed up that day and hung in my wardrobe. I was only scared of the dark.” I smirked. “And what did your parents do to you for all that trouble?” “Nothing really. They didn't punish me. They let me sleep in their room for the next couple of nights.”

Whilst nibbling on it she tells me about her date with Myles last night. "He's so sweet!" She says dreamily and I smiled. "I'm glad he is, where did he take you?" I asked and got out my water. "He took me to the cinema. We watched IT." She said and I frowned. I always loved horror movies because they were interesting but it would always come back to bite me in the ass because I would get so scared after. I heard IT was really scary and I wanted to watch it. "Don't tell me what happened." I said immediately making her chuckle.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

His doll. And now she’s missing. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t want her to leave the villa, but he couldn’t say no after the conversation they had this morning over the phone call. For the first time, he couldn’t say no after she threatened him to leave. Who could have believed that the great Nikolai Kusabolatov, one of the most fearsome mobs all over Russia, couldn’t say no to a woman? A petite, doll-looking innocent woman.

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.

CALLING ME TO COME TO HIM. As I get closer, I can hear his voice clearer, I felt controlled. My brain had no idea what was going on. It's just my body moving. Before I realize what is going on, I was climbing a tree. A hand grabbed me and I fell on the cement. I blinked and opened my head as I moaned. I quickly touched my hand to see if I had a wound in my head. I stand up and hold my head. I didn't notice a little girl standing and facing me, cuddling a weird doll tight in her arms. It was made of yarn and some ropes. Two black buttons stitched in the crochet ball resemble the eyes and a stitched smile. The body was made of ropes and it has no dress at all. The doll has short bangs, showin