Scary Stuffed Animals Novels & Stories

Lance whispered. "I'll haunt you if we die here." I huffed, he just laughed. "Boo!" Someone said while grabbing my arm. I screamed. "It's one thing to watch it and another to be in it. I want to leave." I sighed. "One more door and we will leave." We went to this hallway that was really creepy. How long has this house been abandoned? We entered a bedroom and it looked extremely creepy. Dolls everywhere. And they were porcelain ones. I hate those. Remind me of Chucky. We turned away and just as we were about to leave someone said.

I wanted to pluck my heart out. Suddenly, a cacophony of snarls and growls broke out. The ground quaked, unsettling everyone around. There was a loud rattling as shadowy figures began to make their ways into the Colosseum. The grotesque creatures - werebies, a horrifying blend of werewolf and zombie - circulated the whole place.

Alain’s description sounded quite terrifying. Alain suddenly recalled something. "I remember my grandfather mentioning that about 30 years ago, a group of marionettes appeared. They were humanoid figures, but with nothing but bones and skin. They looked alive but had no thoughts of their own. They would kill anyone they saw as if controlled by someone, causing widespread fear."

“What sort of stuffed animals do they have?” “All sorts! The website I use divides the options into sections like ‘African’, ‘woodland’, ‘fantasy’, and so on. I can get her one for her next birthday! If that’s okay, I mean. I don’t know if you’re still going to want me around after all of this is over,” Lily replied waving her hands around to defend herself. That made the mood in the car plummet again and Mark’s heart sunk. He guessed they were all thinking the same thing.

Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Sunny shouts, Please leave me alone! " But the spirits pay no heed to her pleas; their whispers only intensify. Desperate, Sunny frantically searches for a way to escape the haunting presence, her heart pounding in her chest. Sunny gets off the couch and runs to the corner of the room, looking around while hearing eerie whispering. She's scared to move, fearing that any sudden change might provoke the spirits further.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

The third ring lands perfectly. The carnie blinks, then grunts, reaching for the smallest stuffed animal….a sad-looking rabbit with one eye sewn crooked. I don’t want it. I don’t want anything from this place except to leave. But I take the rabbit anyway, clutching it to my chest like a shield as I turn, and there he is.

Other people were already trying their luck and Alice looked at Chris. "I'm going to get you a stuffed animal so you don't have nightmares after the rides," Alice stated. She paid and the man man handed her a straw and ten arrows before telling her the rules. "If you successfully burst 6 balloons, you will be able to choose the animal of your choice," the man explained. "Okay," Alice answered. A minute later and with Chris cheering her on, Alice was able to win and she pointed to the biggest animal on this play. "Sorry, you can't have that one," the man shook his head. "But you can choose from any of those," he pointed to the small stuffed zebras and frogs.

So, I pull myself out of bed—wearing my standard bedtime uniform of cotton PJ bottoms and a t-shirt—and cross to my second closet, the one that would have been occupied with my spouse’s belongings had I any interest in such a ridiculous notion. I walk into the enormous walk-in closet and find myself confronted by my somewhat insanely large collection of stuffed creatures. Mutant-sized Easter Bunnies. Turtles (Teenage Mutant Ninja and otherwise). Bears of various sizes, including Teddy Ruxpin and his aggravating asinine associates. Unicorns and other fairytale critters. Basically, if you have seen it in the bin of random stuffed animals at CVS, I have it. Why would I—a heartless, professional

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.