Creepypasta: The Doll MakerCreepypasta: The Doll Maker1 year ago in Horror More Like This
The Doll Maker
There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes. He even made life sized dolls. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine.
The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art.
One day a rich business man requested an ornate life sized doll from the humble doll maker, he went by the name Gier. However the doll maker refused to make the doll upon discovering Gier was crooked and wanted the doll for perverted means. Gier grew enraged at the makers refusal, so enraged that he sent hired arms to get rid of the doll maker.
The doll makers home was set ab
The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)The Doll Maker II: Emily (Creepypasta)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
The sound of faint footsteps could be heard upon the frost covered pavement. It was a cool autumn evening, the sun had set only a few hours ago. Emily could see her breath in the frigid air as she tucked a lock of her long blonde hair behind her ear.
She held several books to her chest as she walked. She had spent the whole day at the library until closing time. She knew she was not allowed by her parents to be out after dark but surly they would understand she needed to do research for her essay paper.
The wind rustled the branches of leafless trees. Besides the wind and branches it was quiet, so quiet. It made her feel somehow paranoid. She sighed a bit as she continued down the sidewalk, adjacent to the park.
She continued to walk until she found something obstructing her path just under the street lamp. She blinked as she knelled down in curiosity.
It was a 12 inch ball jointed doll that sat before her. She reached her hand out to it while her other hand held t
Creepypasta: The Doll Maker III:A Christmas Eve...Creepypasta: The Doll Maker III:A Christmas Eve...1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. Puffs of my breath were visible in the cold of the winter night. I was late, late again. I would miss the bus if I didn’t hurry. I clutched the shopping bags tight in my hands. I had decided to do a little last minute Christmas shopping. And when I say last minute, I really mean last minute. It was the night before Christmas Eve and I was not prepared for Christmas. None of my family was…
I panted as I reached he bus stop. It was lightly snowing but I was still sweating under my winter coat. With a slight sigh of relief I slumped onto the bench, setting my bags of gifts beside myself. I looked down at my cold hands and rubbed them together. It was late but I could still hear the faint sound of the Nutcracker playing in the distance.
I felt a knot form in my stomach as my lips turned to a frown. I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas. No, not this year. It would be the first Christmas without my little sister Amy. No, she