The Ghost That Lives In The Doll Novels & Stories

I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest still heaving as the adrenaline coursed through me. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I didn’t know how long we sat there, his arms wrapped around me as I clung to him like a lifeline. My words died in my throat when I saw it. A doll. It sat in the corner of the hallway, its porcelain face cracked, its glassy eyes staring blankly at me. And its stomach— Its stomach was split open, its insides spilling out like a grotesque parody of blood and guts.

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.

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

“You two will be mingling with the living in no time. Maybe even paying rent like the rest of us miserable humans.” Echo’s eyes sparkled. “How? How exactly is this supposed to happen?” I leaned back smugly. “Well, remember when we tried that whole possessing dead bodies experiment?” Her nose scrunched. “Yes, and it didn’t work. We tried so many dead bodies.” “Right,” I said, pointing at her. “That’s because we missed something vital.” Adrian hovered closer, curious. “And what’s that?” “Three things,” I said, raising my fingers. “One... the body has to be the same gender as the ghost taking over. Two... it has to be roughly the same age range. And three... this is the most important... it has

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

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.

"It's from a soft toy. I just painted it red. See, it's not real." I just stared at him. "So calm down, okay? Don't cry." He fiddled for something on one of the cabinets. "I had played the creepy voices on my phone." He pulled out his phone and tapped away something on it. The ghoulish sounds stopped almost instantly and he pushed his phone into his back pocket. He walked towards the bathtub and picked up the doll. "It was one of Rebecca's dolls she left behind. I made it look scary. And this-" he said, grabbing the white cloth covering the ghost behind the closet revealing it to be an inverted unused dustbin placed over a stool.

My eyes became narrow in that direction, my pupils got dialed after looking at what there was and I turned my gaze back again to the aunt. "Jane...Jane, there is a haunted doll in our house," she said in a shaking voice. The doll was in very bad condition. It was dark there because of which that doll was looking scarier, it was colored in red color, one eye was missing, one ear was missing and legs were torn. "Wait, why is this doll fat?" I narrowed my eyes when I saw it properly. "Aunt Jennifer, it is not a doll it is a teddy bear," I exclaimed to her.

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”