Tails Doll Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

"If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…" I pushed him down. He tried to resist, but I tapped his cheek lightly and leaned close to his ear. "Good boy. You should listen to your master." Chad froze, and the composure in his eyes immediately vanished. Lust clouded his gaze. "Who smeared the screen? I can't see anything!" "Wait, Vanessa is a succubus? When did she become one?" "No wonder the story is so different now. Turn on the lights! I want to see her tail!"

She took a deep breath and typed honestly. **Tola:** Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about you between my legs in that room. **Dr. Kane:** Naughty little girl. Send me a picture. Just your fingers on that pussy. No face. Tola didn’t even hesitate. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs wide, and snapped a clear photo of her shiny, dripping fingers spreading her plump lips. She sent it before she could change her mind. The reply was fast and filthy.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

He said touching her lips," You are so beautiful like a doll. From today you are my doll. Mine to break and mine to fix" He is brushing his huge hard body with her soft small body. Devika is feeling suffocated because of his heavy weight. She tried to push him but he pressed himself more on her. He is roaming his fingers on her lips, cheeks and neck. Devika is feeling like her soul will leave her body anytime seeing his creepy behaviour. She understood that he will definitely claim her tonight. So, she tried her last attempt. She said," please, I am not ready yet. Don't do anything tonight"

Brandon said as turned in time to see the bubbles disappear, followed by the goop. Dennis stared at the ground around his sister. There was no sign of the black liquid that once threatened to consume her and bring back the demon that caused so much agony for everyone. “Wow,” whispered Dennis and Brandon simultaneously. “I agree,” Luella chuckled as she took her horse’s reins from Dennis and mounted. Fiona walked closer to Tara and stared at the almost transparent figure that hovered over the body of its double. “Hello, Lass,” she said quietly. “Hello auntie,” Tara’s silhouette giggled. “This was an adventure, was it not?”

I felt him sit beside me and I immediately move towards the edge, giving a enough space between our bodies. “Lia,” he called. “Hmm,” I hummed. I stopped scrolling and settled on a kids show, it was called Letters for Lolita. It was based on a real horror doll named Lolita. This series talks about the doll’s life being abandoned and met friends along the way. “Do you know where is she?” he asked. My eyes bore in his onyx lenses and then gave him a grunt. I then moved on and watch the little black two dimensional doll skip in glee when she met her owner.

He realized what she was looking at. “Yes, I think this might be an excellent subject for your blog. I didn’t realize this doll is an actual antique with a story. She’s haunted by a little girl who first owned her. Or so the story says. The little girl was from an unhappy home and she died of scarlet fever in the late 1800s. Now she haunts her favourite doll and looks for a loving family.” “What a sad story. Do you believe it’s true? That it’s really haunted? Do you think it’s a story that’s been used to exploit the hauntings?” Benjamin sat the food on the table and came to sit beside his wife as they looked at the papers and toys.

The grove shook, trees bending, magic clashing like storm. But the wraith-Elowen broke through, tackling Tessa to the heart of the grove—a glowing crystal pool, ancient power humming. 'The child!' I roared, charging. Its jaws clamped on her shoulder, venom injecting—black ichor spreading. Tessa screamed, body convulsing, belly contracting hard. 'Labor... too soon!' she gasped, pain twisting her face. The cries started then—not born yet, but echoing from within, unnatural, powerful, shaking the ground like thunder. The hybrid pup's voice, calling something dark awake.

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.