Scary Stuffed Animals Novels & Stories

She was scared of their size, their speed, and the noise they made, But now, things were different a little bit, she had found Henry, she felt a little bit more secure and safe on the road, and she believes that with Henry around her, she doesn't have to worry about any scary objects, As they were going, they turned a live video to people, people were watching Henry and Sharon, especially, Sharon, a different creature with bigger ears, sparkling green eyes, seven fingers and seven toes, and with her body size attract passerby, and they are whispering, asking each other questions, “what type of creature Is this,?“

Walking into the playroom, I’m overwhelmed by the sheer number of things my mates have. Toys and tools I’ve only dreamed about. Restraints. Floggers. Ropes. Cuffs. Collars. Fuck machines. Sex furniture out the wazoo. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my. I feel myself getting wet just looking at it.

After we are done with our popsicles, I took Tarzan into the arcade section. My eyes were instantly drawn to a massive stuffed bear hanging high above a shooting booth. It was enormous—nearly my full height—with glossy chocolate-brown fur, a wide stitched smile, and paws so big they could swallow a child's hug whole. It dangled just out of reach, taunting everyone who passed. Below it stretched a long line of disappointed couples and children who are clutching tiny consolation prizes: keychains and miniature plushies.

Sorry. "You shouldn't have to apologize for just being yourself. But people fear what they do not understand. Werecats are just legends, creatures for comic books and movies. Humans have no idea how real we are, or werewolves, vampires, or dragons." She said. "So basically, I'm a scary movie to them?" I ask. "Exactly!" I thought she would have disagreed. She went on, "and when humans are afraid they do some pretty dumb stuff." "What kind of dumb stuff?" I asked, I perked up a little at this news. How bad could it be?

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.

The baby-faced boy then ran as fast as he could to the exit. “Why can't we be afraid?” inquired Venus was curious. Mr. Zub looked at the girl with incredible ferocity. “These creatures are fear-eaters, you know?!” snapped Mr. Zub impatiently. “They absorb fear through the air, and anyone who is afraid will get hit by the fire! Without any explanation you should know that they are dangerous! Why are you standing foolishly here?” “Er, they are cool… I think,” Venus said even more stupid. “What the hell is cool, kid?!”

There’s a stuff toy souvenir shop on the right side and a café on the left. We were greeted by a huge bear at the entrance which felt like we’re entering a wonderland. “They’re so cute…” I cooed out of astoundment as I glanced on each stalls of the stuff toys. Teddy bears are on display alongside stuff toy items that are for sale. Some stuff toys made to look like Van Gogh, Steve Jobs, and even Michael Jackson. Some children pressed their faces to the glass fronts, peering into the faces of baby dolls and antique plastic figurines.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

But before I could think of anything, my eyes were shut closed. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in unfamiliar place. I had never seen any room painted in black. Even the room seemed so much scary to me. The room had really awkward interior designs with the animals skin pasted on the wall. The huge head of werewolf in front if me almost scared me to death, followed my lions head and tigers. The huge ivories of the elephant was crossed on the wall. It seemed as if it was the house of some animal smugglers home or maybe some insanely rich person's house.

Suddenly there was a short circuit in the room. A bulb which was hanging at the corner of the ceiling had an electrical impedance and at once it fell on the floor like somebody intentionally dropped it. A low growl was heard in the room and Amara knew it wasn't from Alex. The monster was right there beside them. A gut wrenching feeling of anxiety stuck her soul. Was he watching them?