Tails Doll Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Another sound erupts from the giant, disgusting caterpillar, and I decide to race away from it. My pulse is booming. My heart is thumping painfully fast. I create some distance, but unfortunately, the caterpillar is quicker than me. It lowers its head, screeches, and grabs me by the dress. I'm thrown up in the air like it's nothing. "TALIA!" Thail is shouting while I'm screaming. I'm high up in the air, terrified because I realize the creature is waiting with an open mouth below me. It's going to eat me!

Lillee clenched her fist hard. "Wait till I settle you," Lillee swore that she'd rip Tinsley apart at that time. A gore image immediately filled her head. With these images that kept popping into Lillee's head, she'd certainly be a horror genre writer's bestseller if she should write it down. *** "Fool." Tinsley chuckled and placed her phone inside her pocket. "What's funny?" Rylee suddenly said which almost made Tinsley jump. "Oh, you scared me." Tinsley rolled her eyes at Rylee and Rylee chuckled in reply.

Darin said. Peter and Wendy shook in terror as a body fell from the rooftop to the ground. It was Dahlia! Her skin was pale and there were several bites around her neck. “I can do that again. You know that I feed on blood, keep crossing me and we will keep having casualties. If I were you, I’d cooperate.” Darin said. “Like I said before, we cannot help you. You have come to the wrong place.” Wendy said. “I believe you can point me in the right direction.” Darin said.

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

I wanted to sound strong, but the feel of those dark fingers on my skin made my mouth go dry. “Reed Taylor, where is Lydia?” “There’s magic in the water.” Reed Taylor’s voice but not his words. I reached for him, but the demon pulled us further away. “No, dollies. Bad dollies.” He shook us, and I choked, grasping at my neck. Mouth clenched his fists but did nothing. “Hey, knock it off,” I hissed as soon as I had my voice back. The Tip-Toe Shadow giggled. “You want to talk to the puppet? Hear what the puppet has to say? Okay. Okay okay. Oh, it will make you cry. Big, soft, sad tears, and I will lap them from your face, and I will be happy.”

I sighed. Adrian cocked a brow, "Like literally? The stuffing, the sowing and everything?" "Well, not everything but everything on this rag doll that makes it look creepy... well let me put it like this. What makes it look creepy?" Adrian stared at me weirdly trying to read my thoughts and make sense of where this conversation was going, little did she know thing were going to take a really dark turn. "It has one eye, it's chest is ripped open and its mouth is sewn closed," she replied eyeing me.

Very soon the complete room was in floods. The bed beside her shakes violently horrifying her moving in rounds and a mark on it appears as if there was a person sitting on it. A sharp sniffing sound hits her ears like the person was smelling her standing right beside her. "My beauty" it was the same vicious tone accompanied in chuckles which sent shivers down her spine. "I had been hungry for you since ages and finally you are born, with inviting shapes and sizes." There was hunger in every word he spoke sending shivers down her spine.

Multiple somethings. The torches flickered, flames recoiling as though trying to escape. A faint scratching followed, like claws dragging down stone, slow and purposeful. The sound crawled down her spine like a line of ants made of ice. Then— A hiss. A whisper. A dozen voices layered into one ragged breath: “She bleeds in the king’s den…” Adelaide’s stomach dropped. She sat up slowly, clutching the fur around her chest, breath trapped behind her ribs. Another voice:

Talia braced her boot on the rail, hauled the crib up, and found a baby wedged in the slats, red-faced and fighting. But the oily goo had seen the same target. It wasn’t just spreading anymore; it was reaching—thin ropes climbing the crib legs, sneaking toward tiny kicking feet. "No time," Kaela pressed. "Move, Talia!" Talia slid her dagger under the slats, popped the catch, and freed the baby’s ankle. The black sheen hissed and recoiled, then snapped forward again, faster, hunting her boots now. It touched leather and went icy-cold, biting. A band cinched around her left foot, tightening hard enough to numb her toes.

She was already asleep but with the spell, it made her sleep deeper, almost to the point one would wonder if the little girl was still breathing. "Sleep, little one," Dahlia hissed. "You have done so well." House after house, village after village, Dahlia visited and from each home, a child was taken and floated silently behind her, their bodies limp. By the time she was done visiting all four villages, she had gotten enough children for the night. Her dark laughter echoed through the forest as she headed back to her home. She didn't stop at her home but led the way to her secret ritual site which was deeper in the woods. A stone altar stood there, carved with dark symbols and around it blac