Tails Doll Creepypasta Plush Novels & Stories

The building was silent, deserted, and she was completely alone. “Oh God…” Inside her locker lay the body of a black chicken, its neck cruelly twisted. Fresh blood dripped from the carcass, staining everything inside. Her books, her notebooks, and most horribly, the paper bag containing Gaara’s clothes she had planned to return that night. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Propped against the chicken’s body was a small doll, crudely handmade. Its hair was long and silver, made of yarn, and its eyes were two black beads sewn onto its pale cloth face.

Dallas cured, looking away and I heard Reese start to gag again. The tips of my fingers went numb before I got to the doll. I moved forward and Tahlia whined next to me. She had gotten closer, but her nose was shoved into my side. Hushing her, I grabbed the string, pulling it apart. It was easy and as I pulled it away, the hair fell from the doll. Blowing the hair off, I set the string aside. “If I remove the hair, it should be fine?” “It should. I can’t promise anything, though. I mean…not without being there next to you.” Norah sounded nervous.

When I finally pushed through the front door of the house, the smell of stale beer, burnt toast, and his cheap cologne hit me like a slap. He was sprawled in the living room recliner, still in yesterday's stained T-shirt and sweatpants. His feet were up, a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey dangling from his fingers. The TV blared some sports replay he wasn't even watching. His bloodshot eyes flicked up, landed on me, then zeroed in on the marks. A slow, ugly smirk curled his lip. "Well, well. Little princess decided to come home after all." He sat up slowly, bottle clinking against the side table. "And look at you. Marked up like a street bitch in heat."

“…Seriously?” I picked it up, my face twisting in disgust before I quickly dropped it into a pile, wiping my hand against my jeans like that would somehow erase the contact. Then I spotted something else on the floor. A small, pink object. A vibrator. I froze for a second. “…Nope.” I turned my head away immediately, grabbing a random cloth from the table and using it to push the thing into a corner like it didn’t exist. I wasn’t even going to acknowledge it.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."

Queenie said there were other fun things to do at her place. The little girl was also tired of playing with the excavator, so Sherry carried her and followed Queenie to her courtyard. There were indeed many 'fun' things here. There were all kinds of limited edition plush toys, dolls, beautiful action figures, and so on. Sherry just placed Caprice down, and the girl beelined toward the pile of toys. She lifted the hem of her shirt and reached out to the group of dolls. When she saw something she liked, she simply took it without saying a word and placed it on her shirt.