Tails Doll Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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

A skinny little girl could be seen in the middle of the commotion, she was chained by her body hands/ waist/ neck/ by golden huge chains. A confused and invisible Taika was rooted in the air watching the all commotion from the start and couldn't help but feel the familiar strange feeling the place brought to her, like she been here before. The strange dimensions was eeire and was that of a chilly autumn breeze, The most creepy thing about the place was how the golden chains was growing bigger like it's was absolving life for the little girl who was now a full grown woman.

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.

Maggots called on the puddles, and it was such a terrible sight that Sylvie almost threw up on the spot. If a veteran tomb explorer would feel sick about that, one could imagine how creepy the monster was. However, creepiness aside, it stood no chance against Frank—all he had to do was point at it, and it blew up. A scroll within flew out, and Frank pulled it toward himself with telekinesis and opened it.

“My mom was big on mythology. She was a librarian for the old library back in the day. She told me about these fantastic creatures and monsters she called Kaiju.” Taylor dropped his spray can. “What’s wrong?” Bonnie asked. “Was it something I said?” “It’s nothing. I should get home.” Taylor shoveled his spray cans into his bag and rolled off on his skateboard. Bonnie saw that one spray can was left behind. She picked it up and skated after him on her skateboard. As she turned to the corner, she saw Taylor and called as she pursued him, “Hey, wait up! You forgot a --” The young photographer stumbled over her words when she saw what had stopped Taylor. A few feet in front of him stood a ten-fo

His legs transform into hind legs pertaining to that of a grasshopper so it’s safe to assume he could leap Most of our guests try to escape through the main entrance, in the direction Abaddon is but they get crushed to death when he swings his tail destroying everyone and everything “Mr. Allen!” Haley screams trying to run to his aid but I hold her firmly, we duck to let the tail and its force pass. Half of our guests are crushed to death like tomatoes. His roar tears my eardrum “Babe I appreciate your bravery but this is way out of your league. You really need to leave”

Online frowned "Feed?" Tala's ears came out, she drew her jeans alittle lower allowing her tail to grow. Odine stepped back "You, won't dare" Tala slurped the salyva from her extended fangs and shot het claws out "Far out of town this place... No one here, to hear you scream"

“No. It can’t be. It can’t . . . ” He stepped away from the black book full of handwritten names of people who’d died, sitting on the writing desk he never used, gripping the Magic Eight Ball so tight his knuckles ached. He backed away and kicked something on the floor again. He spun, glanced down, and saw the animatronic tarantula on the floor. A gasp, not from him but from a blonde little boy he didn’t quite recognize . . . Dillon her brat son Dillon . . . who’d been on his hands and knees pushing the toy spider across the floor but had jumped up and was now staring at the toy with a wide-eyed expression crossed between fear and awe.

Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books. The doll approached the bed on unsteady legs, its small feet pattering against the wooden floor. Up close, its lifeless face unnerved her, painted lips frozen in a perpetual smile. But those eyes burned with something hungry, something not of this world. A dark spirit, Lila thought wildly, her mind racing to the fantasy tales she loved. The doll climbed onto the bed, its tiny hands reaching out. They were cold, smooth porcelain against her warm skin as it crawled toward her. Lila recoiled, pulling the sheet up like a shield.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.