Scary Story About A Doll Novels & Stories

RACHEL'S POV As I sat in the back seat, the weight of the day pressing down on me, I gazed out of the window, trying to clear my mind. The streetlights flickered past, casting eerie shadows that danced across the interior of the car. Suddenly, something caught my eye—a doll lying by the side of the road. My heart raced as I recognized the doll. It was my doll. The doll in my room. It was terrifying, with cracked porcelain skin and a bloodstain smeared across its back. A shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my instincts screaming that something was very wrong.

“It’s not me. It was Pam.” “What?” Karen put the doll near her face to talk to it. “Pam, don’t be noisy, or else my nanny will spank me.” Suddenly the doll’s head turned 180 degrees just like in The Exorcist. Its blank angelic face was now facing Karen’s nanny. “Well Karen, her attitude is so bad that I should spank her instead! And I can do that bitch!” Toy Story eat your heart out. The maid screeched in fear, ran out of her room, and locked herself in the bathroom. She cried and cried inside and wouldn't budge for the rest of her stay in the house.

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.

Mom said anxiously. I blinked twice and suddenly the memories of last night came like a whirwind on my mind. It's started when I had a talk with Alqamar and then I saw him with a girl and that girl kissed him. I got mad and left but my doll went missing so I searched for it until the night came. And it was...full moon and I saw...a...wolf! I suddenly felt cold and fear consume me as I wandered my eyes in the whole house. Mom, dad and grandma noticed my reaction.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

His shed, his scales, anything. I scoured every single inch and turned everything around. I even rifled through his trash bin, but nothing came up. 'What is he, a clean freak?' Something rustled in the living room. Nathaniel was coming! That made me panic, and I searched frantically for a place to hide. My eyes eventually rested on the doll, and I got an idea. Nathaniel was always with the doll when he was in his snake form. Maybe… The idea seized me. I charged ahead, grabbed the doll, and stuffed it in the wardrobe. Then I wiped the blood away, changed into the doll's clothes, and lay on the bed.

Maybe I did it just to see if I could. “It surprised the hell out of me,” my mother says. “It scared your Auntie Clem. Shook her up. She didn’t want to believe you’d done such a thing. She was so upset over it, I’d swear it was like she was the one who’d given you that doll.” And she chuckles, but it’s a dark sound and she shakes her head. My momma talks in a voice like sliding, pointed silver when she tells me Samelsa got tossed down the well, and nobody understood why. She holds my hands, she pushes her gaze deep into mine. “I took it as a sign,” she says.

she screams, her voice piping and furious. A boy walks into the room—Tobias. He looks exactly like the boy at the well, only older here, maybe seven. He doesn’t try to take the doll. Instead, he calmly lies down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his ankles, and stares up at the embroidered canopy. “You can keep her then,” he says, his tone oddly mature. “I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.”

I thought he was joking. Now, I’d give anything to return to that night and hold him longer. Even if it cost me my soul. Something moved in the corner of the room. My flashlight flicked back on—by itself. Its beam aimed at the doll. Now sitting upright. Eyes locked on me. “I miss Daddy,” it repeated. And before I could react, it let out a low hiss and collapsed again, lifeless. But beneath it—a dark stain was spreading on the floor. Blood.

There was a simulated doll in the box. The doll's eyes were gouged out, leaving only a white part. There was a long cut on its stomach, which was sewed with hemp ropes. It was all blood, and its fingers had sharp nails. Baby Doll was too lifelike. No matter how smart Henric was or how bold he was, he was still a child. Seeing such a thing, she was so scared that she screamed.