Tails Doll Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Sleeping in their beds. A unicorn diary with a lock that popped right open. I didn’t even have to search for the key. Those pages full of looping, curling handwriting, hearts hovering above all the ‘i’s’, spelling out sad words. A plastic Tupperware stashed under a bed, filled with moldy cupcakes and half-opened chocolate slabs, all the edges nibbled at like a night squirrel with clever hands. The word PIGLET taped to the lid, scrawled out in big block letters. Not my box and not my name, but even I felt a little insulted.

" Alice nodded and quietly sipped the soup. The taste of the soup was awful but Alice cannot spit it. She quietly sipped the soup. After a few minutes, Alice started feeling dizzy and she passed out on the table. Devina: See I told you it will work. Chloe: This is amazing. Now we have to feed this to Sandra so that she goes into a deep sleep. Devina: Yes. Then we can enter her room and search for what we want for a long time. Both Chloe and Devina laughed with an evil grin

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

It’s not what I expected from them, but it’s exactly what I need this morning. As I sit down and start fastening my shoes, the phone vibrates again. The_Triumvirate: Where are you going shopping? The question makes me pause. Why would they ask that? BruisedLace: Velvet Vice. It’s one of the closest ones to me. The message is read immediately, and within seconds, they’ve responded again. The_Triumvirate: Look for something called The Hellraiser. Try it on and send a picture. Still choose what you like, but I want to see that on your body.

Her flawless skin began withering away like plaster off a wall and got replaced with the wrinkles of a thousand years, her sparkling teeth turned pale yellow and grew pointy and her eyes became pupil-less… The same face I viewed in my nightmares. Her hands turned bony, like the branches of a tree. They could never have been a more hideous and repugnant sight on earth, diffusing the air with a pungent and nauseating stench. A million sparkling vapours were tearing through the figure, what appeared to be souls of young maidens, with lively smiles on their ghostly faces, who had been sucked off and been trapped by the sinister lady over the centuries. "You….will…pay for this,” the ancient lady

mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning impersonations of a Fellini impaling shes a famous artist keeps broodish bowels and blood tampons in stainless vitrines spot lighted ready for her debut at the Museum of Modern Art she blows torrents of snot like **** her beautiful desperate tongue searching the upper lip a salty runny viscoses snack oozy finding it finally with her

The tumor was still mimicking a pulsating heart. ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump. Each tentacle was like a branch of a tree, and beasts were growing and falling out of them. He latched on to one of the tentacles and started climbing it. The moment he touched the tentacle, he felt disgusted, as if somebody had released tear gas on him; the tentacles were oozing out a weird aura which made Creed's eyes teary and his mind fatigued.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

“If your dildo made you scream ‘Daddy’ three times and beg to be ruined like a cum-hungry Catholic schoolgirl, I want the link. I want the review. I want the brand, model number, voltage, and a tutorial on how to survive a seizure.” I dropped my head onto the counter with a loud, desperate groan and smacked my forehead against the wood like I could beat the shame out of my skull. “I hate you,” I mumbled into the toast. She leaned in closer like a detective sniffing out the truth. “I heard everything. Through the walls. Through the vents. Through my bones, Lyra. The house was vibrating like we summoned a succubus. You were moaning like the main character in a p**n titled ‘Daddy’s Little Whore