Scary Stuffed Animals Novels & Stories

) I suppose I should lend him a little bit of trust, considering he’s saved my life and all. I cross the room to my second walk-in closet—the one where I store my extremely large collection of stuffed plush animals. No, it’s not that I like to cuddle them. Sheesh. It’s just that I frequently find the need to unleash my rage and kill something, and since I haven’t been allowed to kill outside of work for the last several years, I found ‘murdering’ stuffed animals made a relatively decent substitute.

He looked kind of shocked to be grabbed by Conor James, but he rolled with it when I discreetly nodded to the girls at the end of the aisle. He showed me their best and most expensive model. Whatever—I grabbed it and carried it toward the cashiers. Shit. Milka’s bunny. “Do you have stuffed bunnies?” The clerk raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Follow me, sir.” I followed him towards the toy aisle and he pointed me towards the stuffed animals. Dogs, bears, tigers . . . There, rabbits. The clerk took the gate from me, and I picked the softest white bunny on the shelf.

"There's a shop over there that sells all sorts of quirky stuff. You might find what you're looking for." "Perfect," I say with a grin. Sophia shakes her head but can't help but smile at my antics. She leads me to the store. The store is crammed with all sorts of knick-knacks and gag gifts - fake spiderwebs, squishy toys, joke T-shirts, and yes - a wall decorated with various posters of clowns in various poses and sizes. The rainbow-colored hair and wide grins send shivers down my spine. It's not just Vincent. I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now.

“These ones are for colic. These are for gas. And these… I think these are anti–gravity?” I burst out laughing, clutching my belly. “Anti–gravity? Really?” He shrugged. “I don't know, I panicked. There's too many.” We keptngoing, collecting soft blankets, a nightlight shaped like a little fox, and a ridiculous plush wolf nearly the size of a toddler. “I'm telling you, he’ll love it,” jay said, holding it up and giving it a shake. “Its like me, but fluffier.” “You're already fluffy,” I said before I could stop myself.

She decidedly turned away from the large animal and walked to the opening that surely led to the lounge. She has seen odd things in the zombie apocalypse like the large mutated animals ranging from crocodiles with living trees attached to them to wolves that could fly but no one has ever come up to her and said “Hey, come meet the baby of my family!” and pointed to a large animal with sharp claws that could strip the skin off your bones using just its claws, that was just too shocking even for her. Alexander, who was left behind, shared a confused look with Jayden the tiger, before shrugging and following her into the lounge. He slumped next to her on the sofa and relished in the relief of g

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.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

She was holding something behind her back with both hands in the way of someone who has picked up an object and then immediately regretted picking it up but hasn’t yet decided to put it down. “Vivian.” Franklin was up beside me. “What is that?” She hesitated. Then she brought it around from behind her. It was a toy. A stuffed animal of some kind, the sort that had been designed to be alarming in the way that a particular generation of horror-adjacent children’s toys had been designed… exaggerated features, button eyes that caught the light in a specific way, a mouth stitched into an expression that sat ambiguously between friendly and deeply unsettling. It had clearly been in the mansion for

Each door had a player's name on it, with their fear level right underneath. Mine was the only one at zero. The other two? Both clocked over 90. They stared at me like I'd hacked the game. Seriously, how could anyone be scared? These monsters were adorable. That creepy voice slithered back, this time smug. [So, dear players, would you like to offer the keys to unlock the interworld gate?] [You have one last hour, until midnight. After that, you'll be trapped here forever.]

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.