Dolls in the Wood

Dolls in the wood

I have always been fascinated about the energy around us. Where do our spoken words go after we have spoken? Where do our thoughts go after we have thought? I feel words and thoughts are all around us, moving in circles in the universe, a galaxy of energy fusing and melding. Too often we have found something we had said, written or thought or a version of it had happened somewhere else or it happens in the future.

The extract below is from a short story titled ‘Green’ from my collection “Floating Petals” I wrote sometime ago and also a link to an article I read this week that gave me a weird feeling of dejavu.

From “Green” – (not a horror story)

Lost in the Woods

“He is about to sit on the crumbling trunk when he feels a slithering and a crack underfoot. A rotten odour reaches up. He squats to take a look. Horrors unfold. Frozen with fear at this nightmare he crawls on hands and knees examining what lies there. He sees fragile human parts, baby parts. Nauseated, he looks around, sees more: hands, arms, legs, torsos, all “mildewy” green. He sees tufts of black hair, no decapitated heads. He remains still, too weak to move or notice the crawling maggots that are not there. His throat coagulates in the fecund air. He is horrified by the grim scene at his feet.

Groping at a mass of creepers he pulls himself up. He jumps as two trunks squeak in love, rub against each other. As he rushes out he hits a branch, dislodges something that falls at his feet. He looks down and sees a head, the head of a child, green eyes unblinking. Fear throttles him.

Later when he goes home his grandmother tells him that a pair of vultures that escaped from a zoo have taken up residence there and have a penchant for dolls and they steal them from the village children.

And below is part of an article I read:

“Mexico’s Isla de las Muñecas (Island of the Dolls) is one of the most unnerving locales on Earth, a place where you are greeted by dirty, damaged baby dolls wherever you look. The popular story of the island says that a young girl drowned off its coast roughly 50 years ago. The island’s sole permanent inhabitant was hermit Don Julián Santana Barrera, who, shortly after the girl’s death began finding dolls in the canal. He feared that these were a sign from an evil spirit, but believed that hanging the dolls on trees would direct him from evil spirits and the girl’s ghost. Soon he began actively searching for dolls in the canals and the trash near the island and trading for dolls. He hanged them on trees and wires stretched between trees and kept some of the dolls in his own cabin.”
Take a video tour of the island –

http://io9.com/5984912/take-a-tour-through-mexicos-island-of-creepy-mutilated-dolls

“Floating Petals” available as ebook from www.amazon.com and paperback www.nanadon.com